Semua Bab The Hybrid Mate : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Bella's tongue traced the path of his jugular, and she felt it pounding beneath his skin, just as surely as she felt it pounding inside of her. The scent put her earlier encounter with Prentice into a different context. The hunter's blood was maddening; Victor's was purely alluring. It didn't threaten to turn her into something she wasn't with its undeniable drive, but it was infinitely more pleasing. "Go ahead, Pup," he said in a warm, husky voice, his movements becoming slower and more deliberate again. As soon as permission was given, Bella sank her fangs into his neck and marveled at how much bolder the taste was when it was fresh. She had missed this inexplicable form of intimacy almost as much as she missed being in his arms at night. Intoxication mingled with heavy bliss as she came, and all she could do was feel and taste him. He moaned and thrust into her even deeper. With a deep growl, he came and collapsed on top of her. Bella's nails trailed

As Bella listened, her eyes widened. “That's why you never made him alpha. I could never understand why you didn't choose Victor, even when I was with Darian.”“They both have their strong suits,” he admitted. “If they were two halves of the same person, I dare say they'd make the strongest alpha any pack has seen. Up until now, Victor has demonstrated every quality needed in a pack leader. Self-sacrifice, wisdom, bravery, strength. Every quality but one.” He paused, watching her. “Any idea what that might be?”She shook her head. She couldn't imagine that Victor was lacking in any way, but she didn't want to show her bias by admitting it.“A backbone,” he said with a snort. “You can't represent the interests of your pack as an alpha if you don't even have the stomach to stand up and take what you want. Darian might be a bit lacking in sophistication, but that boy has a spine made of steel.” “So now that Victor and I are together, you're going to make him the alp

“Thank you,” Bella breathed. If he thought there was even a chance she would be mated to Darian again, he was crazy, but she knew that arguing wasn't going to help matters.“Let's go see if they're both still alive or if they've solved my dilemma for me.”His face was stony and unreadable as usual, but Bella was beginning to be able to tell when he was being sarcastic. “Not funny,” she grumbled, quickening her steps a little just in case.When they got closer to the study, the sounds of fighting were over. That could either be a good thing or a terrible thing, but she knew Victor wasn't dead. She knew she would feel it somehow, just as she had felt he was alive back in Austin.Ulric opened the door, and Bella darted inside, looking for signs of bloodshed. There was plenty of blood on the floor and some on the coffee table where it looked like someone's head had been bashed in, but not enough blood for a murder scene. She would know. To her relief, Darian and Vi

Victor was already knee-deep in his workday when Bella found him, so she made herself scarce. It was a relief that he was no longer insistent someone had to be watching her at all times. She also knew that if she was around him for more than five minutes, she was doomed to spill Darian's secret. She still wasn't sure if she should tell anyone, but there was enough time before nightfall to decide. In the interim, Bella chose to keep herself as busy as possible. Finding the laundry room in the basement was easy enough. Brendan had come through and delivered the hamper, but it sat in a sea of laundry that hadn't been touched in weeks. Taking care of the mundane chore proved to be a nice distraction and for the first time, she felt like she was doing something useful in the Lodge. While the clothes were going, she decided to explore the rest of that corner of the basement. There was a supply closet just off the laundry room, filled with everything from excess pantry g

“Like I was saying.” Bella looked intently at Ulric. “These people are in danger because of me. I have to do something.” “I agree,” he said, tapping his fingers together as he always did when thinking deeply. “We'll bring them here. I'll send someone out tonight to get them.” “Let me go,” she said, standing. “This is my fault, no one else should have to be put in danger.” He gave her a look. “You know damn well neither Victor nor I are going to let you step foot out of the Lodge.” “You read the letter, Prentice doesn't want to kill me,” she insisted. “Not yet.” “She has a point,” said Hunter. “She's reckless, but she has a point.” Ulric gave them both a withering stare. “I'll go get them myself, starting with Maverick.” “I'll go,” said Brendan, stepping into the study. “Does anyone knock?” Ulric groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could at least try to pretend you weren't eavesdropping.” “I've never been a