His Unwanted Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

>As I laid on my bed facing the ceiling, my mind went back to the events of last night. I'd barely gotten any sleep and my mind had been restless ever since. Eva knew the truth now. Well, most of it at least. All I could think about was how little time we had before all of the truth would be revealed. The demons of my past would surely come up again and I wasn't ready to have that conversation with her. I picked myself up. Perhaps a cold shower would help clear my head. I closed my eyes as the cold water wet my hair and then trickled down my skin.It was one of those days when I found it harder to suppress my wolf. All I could do was think about her. She who I completely detested. When I closed my eyes I saw her and a part of me yearned to be with her. I groaned as I turned off the shower and then wrapped a towel around my torso. I put on some pants and tousled my hair a bit with the towel before placing it around my neck. I paused as I picked up on her scent. I c

I was restless that night.I stayed up staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. My eyes weighed heavy with sleep but I couldn't bring myself to close them. The wheels in mind kept turning and clicking. It was as though I was just coming to the realisation that I was now aware of the existence of an entire supernatural species. That night when they had told me the truth, a part of me already knew it. I only wanted a confirmation before I could allow myself to actually believe it. I wasn't myself for the most part of the day hence why it had taken so long for me to settle down and thoroughly think it through. I pondered on how much I still didn't know. Yes Kieran was a werewolf but what else? Was it some natural phenomenon or was there more supernatural stuff involved? It was also in that moment of thought that I remembered what Kieran and his friend had been talking about. He was supposed to tell me something and what had Kieran meant when he asked why it was me? What was I? How did

"What?” All the blood drained from my face at Kieran’s words. I'd thought the worst was over, could it just be beginning?“Kieran stop teasing her” Esme said as she dropped a tray of food on my lap. “Ignore him, you're not turning”I looked at Kieran as he gave me a sly smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I sighed, he was joking. I was in the clear. “If you would be turning tomorrow, your eyes would've changed colour when you woke up. Usually when the werewolf toxin spreads completely through the body, it vanishes till the next full moon. The only sign that the victim is no longer hunan is a change in eye colour while they're in pain or in the case that they pass out like you did, when they wake up.”“And neither of you saw my eyes change colour?”“I mean… Kieran was with you just before you passed out”“But I was alone when I woke up, what if they changed then?”“You would've felt it. When the transformation occurs, you feel a surge of emotions like all your senses are being ov

“The tale I'm about to tell you is one about love and a desire to protect those who we care most about. It happened many, many years ago, back in a time when witches existed and they had the power to do and undo.” Mrs Danbury began her story“There was a young witch named Lydia who fell hopelessly in love with her best friend, a human boy who was always ill at health. As they grew older, Lydia only got stronger in the practice of her magic while Silas got weaker and weaker”“In a desperation to save her love, Lydia cast a powerful spell that greatly upset the balance of nature. She wished to make Silas stronger and unlike any other man, and she got that, but there was also a price to pay. Silas became a monster, turning at every full moon…”As she carried on with the story, I could feel myself being drawn into it, being immersed into a new world, where it had all begun.~ALMERIA, 1500 YEARS IN THE PAST>I sat in the fields watching the swallows dip and weave, listening

Kieran's icy glare froze me in place. His words were like needles piercing my heart. “Don't expect anything from me. And if you love yourself, you'll stay as far away from me as possible” With that, he let me go and I fell to the couch speechless and unmoving as he left the house. It felt like a piece of me had broken inside. I was still sitting alone when Esme came and sat next to me. She pulled me closer to her as she stroked my hair. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. Her being there was enough for me. I was still upset but I needed her. I couldn't process any emotions properly at that time.Esme accompanied me to my room and she stayed the night with me. I never really slept. I might have closed my eyes a bit but it wasn't to sleep, rather it was to stop rouge tears from leaving my eyes. I refused to cry over a man that treated me like the plague. I would not be weak. When morning came, Esme got out of bed when she thought I was still asleep and she left the room. I