All Chapters of What?! We're Mates?!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Is this the End?

HUGH’S POV: The night drapes over the city, stars scattered across the velvet sky like diamonds on black satin. I stand alone on my penthouse’s balcony, a glass of bourbon clutched in my hand. The memory of my heated confrontation with Dwight replays relentlessly in my mind, each word exchanged a jagged shard piercing my conscience. Anger boiled within me. I’ve never been one to back down from a fight, but now, I couldn't shake the regret that’s gnawing at my insides. And then there’s Anastasia, her rejection of being with me echoing in my ears. The impact was fierce, her words flung like arrows, and it’s hurting more than the breakup I had with Yvanna before. My grip tightens around the glass. With a sudden surge of rage, I crush the glass, the sharp splinters biting into my skin as the amber liquid bursts forth, staining the balcony floor like drops of blood. My chest heaves, the shattered remnants of my drink falling from my grasp. When my head begins to throb and my vision sw

Last Updated : 2024-03-11

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: Yvanna's Delight, Anastasia's Pain

YVANNA’S POV: The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the newly decorated bedroom of Zachary. I sit cross-legged on the floor with Zachary giggling uncontrollably as I make funny faces and silly noises. Toys are scattered around us, forgotten in the joy of our play. "Again, Mama, again!" I playfully say.Zachary squeals, clapping his tiny hands together.I lift him into the air, his laughter filling the room. But just as I lower him back down onto the matted floor, my cell phone rings, breaking the enchanting spell of our play."Stay right here, sweetie," I murmur, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead before rising to answer the call.Then, my heart flutters nervously as I glance at the caller ID. Hugh's name blinks back at me, surprising me. It’s only yesterday afternoon since we last spoke, and that last encounter was marked by tension and unresolved issues.Taking a deep breath, I answer the call, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my

Last Updated : 2024-03-12

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Revenge and Goal

Anastasia shifts uneasily, her fingers twisting around the edge of her skirt. It’s as if the very atmosphere thickens, suffocating her with its intensity. Fortunately, after what feels like an eternity of silence, she finally speaks, her voice hesitant, her gaze flickering to my face."I... I'll do it.”"Excellent," I pur, my voice smooth as silk. "Thanks for not rejecting my request. That means a lot to me, really."Anastasia swallows hard, before countering, “I’m only agreeing to this to make amends for the troubles I’ve caused you. Don’t think of this as something more than that.”“Oh, believe me, I know,” I lean forward, my demeanor remains poised and composed. "I've already made some initial plans for the wedding from two years ago. Of course, I'll be making a few modifications and improvements."I gesture for Christy, who’s standing a few feet from me, to come closer. Christy hurries over, her eyes darting between me and Anastasia. Then I turn to Anastasia and say, "Christy wi

Last Updated : 2024-03-13

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Another Attempt

ANASTASIA’S POV: The soft glow of the ceiling light bathes the condo’s bedroom in a warm ambiance. I sit alone amidst the quietude, my gaze fixed upon the open folder spread out before me. Papers are scattered haphazardly across the bed, photographs peeking out from beneath the clutter, each one a testament to Yvanna's meticulous wedding plans. My fingers idly trace the edges of the papers as I try to focus, to absorb the details of what I’m seeing and reading, but my brain feels like a tangled mess of wires, incapable of coherent thought. “What do I know about planning a wedding anyway?” I glance at the photographs scattered across the desk – images of Yvanna and Hugh, their smiles frozen in time, their happiness captured for eternity. A pang of longing pierces my heart as I study them, my gaze lingering on Hugh's face. Regret gnaws at me, a bitter taste rising in my throat.“How could I bear to plan his wedding to another woman? And why did I stupidly accept Yvanna's inconsidera

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: Torn Between Mates

My phone rings and when I see Yvanna’s caller ID flashing on the screen, I don’t pick it up and just stare at it until the ringing stops. However, the phone rings again after a few seconds and knowing that Yvanna won’t stop calling me, I force myself to answer.Yvanna's voice is cool, collected, masking whatever lies beneath. -["Anastasia, I'd like to have a little chat about the wedding plans. Meet me at Hugh's parents' mansion in half an hour."]-I purse my lips, trying not to draw a stiff breath.Out of all the places, why there? Can we meet somewhere else? My mind races with a million excuses, a million reasons to avoid facing Hugh and his parents. But then the thought of appearing weak, of allowing them, especially Yvanna, to see me falter, steels my resolve."I'll be there," I reply, trying my best to not sound hesitant.After the call, I pace back and forth in the living area, my heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat. Once my heart calms down a little, I take a shower and s

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: A Battle to Death

I watch with wide eyes as the apprehension continues to crackle in the air between Hugh and Dwight, like sparks ready to ignite into a wildfire. I feel a bile rise in my throat, a scream clawing at the back of my mind, desperate to do something. But fear, cold and paralyzing, holds me in its suffocating grip.Hugh's smirk twists into a cruel grin as he delivers his cutting words, each syllable laced with venom. "No matter how much you try to pretend or to think otherwise, you know the truth. You know who Anastasia is in love with. It's not you and never will be. She’s just with you because of… you know what. You'll always be a second choice, a spare."Dwight's expression darkens, a storm brewing behind his eyes. It’s obvious that Hugh's words have struck their mark. Dwight lets go of my wrist, and without a warning, fur sprouts from his skin, muscles rippling and contorting as he shifts into his wolf form, a huge black wolf. The growl that emanates from him is guttural and menacing,

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: A Foreshadowing of What's to Come

I can’t run fast enough to hide, not with my injuries slowing me down. Besides, hiding may force them to investigate who’s eavesdropping on them, and I don’t want anyone innocent to be blamed for my actions. I need another plan, a way to outsmart them and to not be suspected. I hiss in pain as I kneel down on the cold tiled floor, alert to any sound or movement. Every soft thud on the room’s carpet amplifies, echoing like thunder in my ears. My fingers tremble in pain and anxiety as I carefully gather the shattered remnants of the Chinese vase. Then, as if on cue, the door in front me creaks open. I hold my breath, my muscles tensing as figures emerge into the hallway. The first to step through is Dwight, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the floor. “Dwight! Thank goodness, you’re here,” I say, pretending to be surprised and relieved. “I thought I was brought to somewhere where I can’t find anyone I know.” Dwight’s eyebrows flick as his eyes land on me. He quickly

Last Updated : 2024-03-17

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: Alone with Him Again

I push Dwight away with the little strength I have, breaking his kiss. My heart races in my chest as I quickly and fearfully glance at Hugh, searching desperately for his reaction. Luckily, relief knocks down my fear when I find Hugh looking surprisingly calm, his gaze steady on me. I swallow hard, my eyes flickering between the two men, uncertain of what will come next. Without shifting his gaze from me, Hugh addresses Dwight in a firm tone. "I'm pretty sure you already had your chance talking to Anastasia. I want some private time alone with her too." Dwight, standing up from the bed, wears a smirk that only thickens the tension in the air. "You're in my mom's house, so I have more right to make the rules than you do." “Your mom’s house is in the pack’s village where I have more right to rule than you do,” Hugh replies, his voice still dangerously calm, his gaze still fixated on me. “Guys, please… not again,” I beg, trying to pacify the tension. But just before the tempers st

Last Updated : 2024-03-18

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Staying and Spying

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the secluded road where Hugh's car is parked. Inside, the air is thick with the heat of passion as me and Hugh, breathless and entangled, finally separate from each other's n.aked embrace in the backseat. "That was... amazing," Hugh breathes, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he leans back against the plush upholstery. I reply, while shifting my body to lessen the stinging of my wounds, "Yes it was. Making love in your car has its own thrill, doesn't it?" Hugh chuckles, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Absolutely. And the best part is, nobody catches us in the act." We both share a knowing look before slipping into our clothes and returning to our respective seats. As Hugh starts the engine, a weighty silence settles between us only punctuated by our breaths. "Anastasia," Hugh begins tentatively, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, "Now that we made love again, are you now changing your mind about me marryin

Last Updated : 2024-03-19

CHAPTER FORTY: Taking Control

The night stretches endlessly, restless thoughts weaving through my mind like an unyielding storm. Sleep eludes me as I grapple with the weight of the impending tragedy. Evelyn's plan to eliminate Hugh and his son on the day of the wedding is inconceivable! I thought such things can only happen in TV series and movies… I pause, toss and turn, realizing that I’m inside a novel, so these things are not impossible. What can I do to stop Evelyn… and Dwight too? How can I prevent the bloodshed without being caught by them? As the first tendrils of dawn paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, I find my thoughts still gnawing at me like a relentless predator stalking its prey, leaving me weary and hollow.A sharp rap on the door shatters the fragile peace of the morning, pulling me from my restless reverie. With a heavy sigh, I rise from the bed, my limbs heavy, not due to my wounds, but due to exhaustion, and make my way to the door.Upon opening it, I’m greeted by the sight of the Omega

Last Updated : 2024-03-20

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