บททั้งหมดของ Fearless Human Mate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

"Xenia is fine." Lottie kept reminding herself as she paced in front of a door in the infirmary. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and her eyes looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. She kept looking at the closed door before her, whispering to herself. Her mind was racing with thoughts of her friend, who had been missing for a few weeks. After that day, Lottie has been waiting at the infirmary. Waiting for news about Cristobal. He suffered from many broken bones, internal bleeding, and a concussion. Nurses were surprised he was even alive. Lottie inquired about his memory, and they told her there was a possibility of him remembering nothing. They would have to wait and see how he recovered, but that was a possibility Lottie couldn't accept.  The door to Cristobal

Lottie paced in front of the Alpha's office. She was trying her best to calm down, but what she discovered was replaying in the back of her mind. The moment she left Delilah, she felt terrible. She didn't want Delilah to be alone, so she turned the carriage around and headed back to the cabin. When she got there, it was empty even though Delilah's carriage was still nearby. Lottie searched the house but could only find Xenia's axe, the drawn picture of the guy who possibly took her, and the scent of fresh blood. Delilah's blood. She spent the next hour or so trying to trace Delilah and returned to the road heading south. Same as Xenia. This was becoming a nightmare. So now, here she was, waiting for the person with the best chance of helping them find Xenia and Delilah. "Hey, it's going to be fine," Spencer said while rubbing her arms, but Lottie couldn't relax. Even with the mate's bond, she felt anxious and scared. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she nearly jumped

Mate? As soon as Lottie said that word, a familiar pang blossomed in Micah's chest. It was the only thing that crippled him right down to his very soul. It hasn't been long since the execution of his first mate, Melania. The painful breaking of their bond was still fresh in his mind. 'You will never be rid of me. You will always belong to me and only me.' That was the first thing Melania said when he broke their bond, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, she was right. Parts of him still felt attached to her. A thin connection making even the slightest thought of her pulled at his heart. Micah knew it was because of Roman's connection to Nova. There was nothing he could do about that. Micah took a few calming breaths. Even though Lottie's words hit him hard, she had a point. If this woman was really his mate, then it was in his blood to want to protect her. No matter what the circumstances. Though she was human. The fact made Micah a bit uncomfortable. He had no qualms with

Xenia threw another glass of water at the door as the guard retreated. She tried escaping again after Mason tried his version of flirting with her. She got him close enough to knee him straight into the balls and bolted out the door into the arms of two guards. She hated how fast they were and struggled as they brought her back into the room to an angry Mason. She thought this was it. Mason was going to get rid of her for sure this time. Really, how much assault could he take from her? Surprisingly, he laughed before leaving the room. That part pissed her off. The longer she stayed here, near him, made her resolve to leave weaker. A part of her wanted him closer, his nearness, his touch. It was driving her insane. Her only hope was to remind herself why she was brought here and what she had been through. She sat by the window, glaring at the full moon with its tint of blue hanging in the sky. It was one of the most prominent moon sightings she'd ever seen. She could make out every

Micah stood in the middle of what was left of Lottie's and Xenia's cabin. Her scent was the strongest here, surrounding him with warm vanilla and lavender. His body swayed as if it was pulling him in many directions. He moved through the crumbled wall and picked up a shirt belonging to his mate. Much to Roman's pleasure, Micah inhaled Xenia's scent, committing it to memory. The effects of it moving through his body. He exhaled, and Roman growled through him. He pushed to come out, but Micah held him down. Roman wanted to find her and mark her to make her his. Micah couldn't agree more. "In due time, friend," Micah promised. Micah adjusted his eyes to the darkness as the Blue Moon was the only light source. He moved through the small hall to where his brother's scent was the strongest. He stopped where there was a huge spot on the floor and picked up the dagger on the floor. He tried envisioning the fight that happened here. His brother fought the knight and decommissioned near whe