บททั้งหมดของ His Unlovable Mate: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I don’t like how useless this plan makes me. Cass insisted it would be good to know how the other Alpha’s attending the Council better. Gauge if Elle secured further devious allegiances like she had with Fenton. It was an excellent idea in principle. In reality I’m receiving a crash course in just how fast and viciously gossip can spread. Together with Lucas, we rode on horseback far and wide. No rain fell, yet the dark skies resembled the end of the world. By the time dawn broke, we were approaching Fenton’s packhouse.. Their new leader waiting.Around thirty, her jet-black hair hung in straight, lifeless locks. A large jade necklace covered her chest, and a simple brown gown with a white fur cape completed the ensemble. Her nose up high, no doubt mindlinking the guards to let us through in peace. “You have rather spoiled my surprise,” she remarked. “I know everyone is wanting to see which man got the Alpha title. Well, now you have Luna Jacintha of Fenton.” “An excellent move f

Robyn somehow found me, naked and curled up on the outskirts of the village. My wolf was exhausted with nothing left to give. I smiled weakly as Robyn silently fussed and checked over me. There is a wolf waiting, every generation for a chance to finally descend, created through the bond between mine and Ayr’s wolves. Instead of seeing the Goddess as cruel for pairing Elle and I so closely, I think the Goddess is tiring of this twisted cycle. Not that I can tell Robyn any of this just yet. In silence, she began to dress me in long woollen pyjamas. Gently, she whispered. “we need to leave now. Can you stand?" Her pale blue eyes are alive, every move is more decisive. Something has definitely happened with Raphael. Guided back to her horse, I her mate strides over, green eyes glued to her. I get merely a nod. He is utterly sunk for her, I wonder if she realises.Corbin appears, his grey eyes always so serious and calm. He opens his arm, offering me a hug before freezing in uncertain

/Don’t ask me if I’m okay again, I swear to the fucking Goddess/ Lucas growled, leaping up the stairs like a seriously pissed off panther. The white stone atrium had been polished to perfection. Every white section of stone would have shone had the slate clouds above allowed it. Instead, despite the flowers, the garlands, everything had a grimy, grubby feel. Every white surface is dreary, the flowers listless. Elle’s carefully curated image is finally starting to crack. Climbing up the eight flights of stairs, I can feel the amber daggers of Elle’s eyes burning into the nape of my neck. I link Lucas. /Did he say anything to you?/ /He said he missed me, okay? Right before he tried to punch me in the cock. Now fuck off and let’s do this/ Lucas snapped back. His eyes remained emerald green, but I have no idea how long he will control them for. /He misses you!/ I start, but Lucas only accelerates away. We finally emerge to the same cliff top I originally tangled with Cass. Being the

It's absolute pandemonium. Lightning strikes continue to hammer into the cliff top. Only the screams of yet another Elder falling to their death cuts through. Lucas darted ahead of me, looking like a coward to those around him but actually throwing himself into danger to save our best friend. I try not to think of Cass and Robyn swinging helplessly against the white stone cliffs. She must be inside by now. Everyone else is sprinting down the steps. Betas shield their Alphas and Lunas. It seems Lucas and I were the only ones forced to hand in our weapons, judging by the amount of blade-wielding Beta’s, swearing loudly. I quickly leaned over from the very top for a look, the panicked guests hustling down the eight floors of white staircases like a trail of ants. Above me, the glass ceiling is a swirl of thunderous grey and black clouds. After that, I don’t let Elle out of my sight. I’m not going to intervene or give away that I’m still Cass’s mate. It’s not my card to play. “We need

It’s probably incredibly selfish to admit I could have really done without Cass showing up. Robyn is fascinating. Every chance I get I’m helplessly studying her. She knows it, too. The sweetest little smile creeps up her face when she catches me, battling the crimson flare of my irises at the simplest act. Friday, before setting off to find Cass, she headed away from the rest of the camp. I’m not a possessive asshole but eventually even Corbin wondered where she was. Striding down the path, my paranoia rocketed. Twigs cracking, puffs of breathing. I slowed down, approaching stealthily. Except I found Robyn at her most beautiful. She’s found a low, long limb of a tree, using it as a ballet barre. Over and over, she practised her movements. Her legs extended ever upwards without a tremble, arms poised. The strength involved was awe-inspiring. Instead of interrupting, I returned and simply said, “she’s fine,” Corbin looked at me quizzically, like I was meant to drag her back like a