All Chapters of The Mark of the Unwanted Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

HE WAS ABOUT to kiss me when I put my hands on his chest, stopping him from doing so. His hard chest and its warmth almost made me surrender, and the urge to travel my hands along his glorious body to feel every part of him shot through me. I could feel his stare burning a hole in my forehead and his hot breath on my lips, making my heart go wild even more. I unconsciously licked my lips and stared at his red ones. His heavy breathing and my raging heart are all I could hear, nothing more. His hand on my waist sparked my burning desire for him. Fuck. "You told me to stay away from you when your parents are out of sight," I said in one breath and took a deep breath before looking straight into his eyes, "but why are you being intimate with me?" We held eye contact for a long time. His eyes sparkled in amusement and they are laced with lust. I could feel his growing manhood sinking into my abdomen, and the Moon Goddess knew how much I wanted to shiver, especially when he pulled me cl

JEALOUS MATE? I scoffed upon remembering what Beta Castro said. What a fucking joke. Maybe, this mate thing is making him act this way—possessive and all that shit. "What's with that face?" His voice almost made me jump out of my seat. I turned to him. He was in the driver's seat, casually holding the steering wheel with his left hand while his other hand was on the clutch. "And why is he curious?" I heard Amaris' bitchy voice. "I don't know what's with him. Maybe, he's also bothered about what Beta Castro said." I smirked. "Good for him." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and chose to answer him upon realizing that seconds had already gone by. "Nothing, Alpha. I was just thinking about the training." I looked at him. "What will you train me? Martial arts? Archery? Or. . ." "Everything," he replied casually and looked at me, a smirk forming on his lips as he turned his eyes back to the road. "I bet you can't do everything in a year, unlike our soldiers. You're w

I DRANK THE water and stared at him from the corner of my eye. I saw him walk towards me, and I could feel his stare burning a hole in my cheek. He called me a 'weakling' a while ago. Now, I wonder what he thought of me. "Beginner's luck," he said the moment he got close to me. I almost smirked at what he said. Beginner's luck, huh? I put the jar down and looked at him. He was looking at me intently as if deciphering the mystery I hold. But despite the mockingness in his voice, I saw contradicting emotions dancing in his eyes—amusement and admiration. I chuckled. "I could see the accuracy of my aim. My vision turns red if it's not accurate." I threw him a sideways glance. I saw how his lips slowly parted. I swallowed the lump in my throat and fixed my eyes on the three targets. The nock of the arrow shone brightly under the sunlight, and until now, I couldn't believe that I was the one who made those arrows fly and hit the bullseye. "I just found out about that ability the mome

AFTER THAT DINNER, we headed towards our room, and Alpha Shawn's hand placed at the curve of my back somehow bothers me because I am always used to him walking in front of me, and me behind him. Vice versa. "Sparks, sparks, sparks," Amaris muttered in a sing-song voice. And there really are sparks. And I think I have to brace myself for the upcoming full moon because I know that our sexual attraction will just increase even more. The moment Amaris has been waiting for will finally come. I shook those thoughts off like droplets of water from my hair and tried to get away from his grasp by moving away from him. But he just pulled me closer to him and tightened his grasp around my waist, making me almost gasp. He has been like this since we bought my equipment—being intimate and physically close to me—that's why I think that this week is weird as hell, and the only thing that didn't change was the way he talked to me, rude and harsh. But everything changed because of my outburst

"I THOUGHT YOU were going to teach me how to fight?" I asked, almost breathlessly, as I felt his lips on my collarbone, pouring all his emotions on the soft flesh and planting feathery kisses on it. I gasped and tilted my head upwards to give him more access. His hot breath sends a cascade of electric jolts dancing on my skin. "Fight in bed, yes," he huskily said as his hands went inside my top, gently caressing my flat belly which made me gasp. Sparks erupted from each touch as pleasure caused my mind to go haywire. Damn. "No. . . No. I need to train—shit." My lips parted when one of his hands went inside my brassiere, and his fingers quickly curled gently around the softness of my bosom. I felt his lips leave my collarbone only to cover my parted lips, and my grip on his hair tightened. His kisses speak like the sunrise—warm and gentle. And it felt like I was cradled by the sun's rays as his hands caressed my whole body. But. . . no. We need to stop. I pushed his chest hard, a