Mated To My Promised Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Kara There’s so much blood … I’ve never seen so much blood before. “You’re an omega Kara healing is in our DNA!Aaliyah yanks at me, bringing me into the action. She is so heavily pregnant as she frets over Cahya’s wounded body. How is she coping with this … if it was Elio? No, don’t go there. Silver bullets are deadly to wolves, even holding or touching silver is dangerous. I’m curious about what the impact this will have on Cahya’s wolf. I should have stayed in my bedroom! No, I shouldn’t I’m not going to always be hidden away and sheltered from everything that happens in this pack. As Elio’s mate, that’s going to make me their luna and as their luna I need to be strong. There’s so much blood. I can feel the hot sticky liquid cover my hands as Aalyiah orders me to help save her mate. I look at her. She’s so resilient and in control as she directs everyone to do her bidding. I’m determined not to be weak, but I am. I had always assumed it was my omega nature making me submissive, b

Elio I watched her disappear with Marquis in tow. Her small peach bouncing with every step as she sashayed her hips. Little minx. It’s not easy for me to forgive her for her little stunt, but now I know she is alright my brother is doing well. I feel myself relax. I return back into Cahya’s private suite and hook up the needle back into my vein. I have restored most of the blood loss for my brother, but I want to make sure he is awake before I stop. Aaliyah looks up at me as I enter. We have never particularly gotten along, but she always seems to be amicable when I see her. “Kara’s your mate,” she announces after a moment, once I sit back down, crossing my legs so the ankle is over the knee. “Hmmmm,” I respond as she glances softly before directing her attention to her mate from me. “Why haven’t you marked her yet?“ she wonders, not glancing at me as I turn to face her.” I let my aura slip out she maybe my brother’s mate, but that doesn’t give her the right to pry. “We were interr

Elio I quickly change my clothes and wash my hands and arms, wanting to remove the blood from my skin. I need to get it together. I know he is lying. She has told me she wants me, loves me. She asked me to fucking mark her. Why am I doubting this? I climb the stairs two at a fucking time. I’m so angry some sly fuck was able to come between us. I know I’m partially to blame deep down; I know that, but all I can hear ringing in my head is Winston’s taunting voice about how much she enjoyed fucking him. Was this really a plan between the two of them to get me? I haven’t even told her about my aliases or other businesses, although she may have guessed, but that was after I came to rescue her, not before. She always seemed so innocent and shy. Was it all an act? Just as I reach the last lot of stairs, I see my little wolf running down them, looking back over her shoulder as Marquis trails after her. She is wearing one of my shirts again, her bare thighs on display, her hair damp from her

Elio Fucking euphoric. Her tight little cunt drips with my release once more as I gaze down at her sprawled on the bed. She marked me and I couldn’t be happier. All that’s left is for me to mark her. I have taken in every single wretched memory of her pain. There were far more memories than I imagined. I felt drunk with power at one stage. It makes me feel guilty knowing that I thrived off of her pain, that I enjoyed it. I can only pray she didn’t see any of the horrors I took from her, but from the way she kept climaxing, I think it’s okay. “That was,” she pants, her skin littered with marks from my fingers and mouth. There is only one more to go, as I smirk mischievously. “It was, but I haven’t finished with you yet,” I state, my eyes roaming greedily over her impeccable body. She gives me a coy smile, fluttering her long eyelashes before she rolls on her side towards me. “Elio, we only slept two hours,” she explains, her index finger tracing the contours of my abs down to my pro

Elio Dusk was coming as the setting sun brought with it a mix of pink, orange, and yellow hues. The light reflected off of Kara’s tanned skin. She resembled a goddess in every aspect, with her wild hair tumbling down her back. She had her face propped up with her hand as her elbow rested on the bed, a single white sheet draped over her body with her slim legs and feet stretched out facing me. I had my hand on her hip, my fingers brushing her bare buttock as we laughed and joked about sharing our childhood traumas. Being completely open with another person and having them accept you for who you are is indescribable, a situation I never expected for myself. I had told her about the antics Cahya and I got into when we first began shifting. It’s always a big transition to shift to being a wolf, but a hybrid … it adds so much more stress. Thankfully, the only favourable event our father did was allow Cahya and I to shift on our own for the very first time without an audience. Despite kno