The Wolf Hunter's Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Emma felt her heart thumping against her chest as she walked.  Although the source of her comfort was standing right beside her, she abruptly grew immune to Jamie’s presence. As she walked the familiar path to her former home, she felt the anxiousness creep back into her. The last time she was on this street, she had just been kicked out of her own house and was unaware where to go.  She didn’t think she would last longer than a week on the streets, but she remained resilient and she survived. Growing up, she never imagined she would have to face such a plight in her life. She always thought the rest of her life would be uneventful yet happy, ordinary but stable, dull yet full of life.  But now, all she saw in that house was dark memories she would

“Emma is the rogue we’re supposed to kill?” Tom shrieked in horror.  Jamie clutched his head, nodding begrudgingly. He felt just as clueless as he did a few hours ago.  “Where is she now?”  “Sleeping upstairs.”  “You mean she’s still alive? Why didn’t you kill her yet?”  Jamie narrowed his eyes in distress, “What?” “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? She’s our enemy.”  “She’s also my mate.

Jamie watched as her eyes went wide. Staring at him with utter disbelief, she remained mute. Finally, a small scoff left her, her face twisting into an incredulous smile. “You’re joking.” Jamie maintained his composure as he regarded her. Keeping his voice calm and steady, he said, “I’m not.” Jamie almost felt sorry for her as he watched her visibly struggle. All of this was going at a speed of a lightening. No sooner had they started dating that they confessed their love for eachother, and now, before he could let the love grow and take it’s natural course, he was asking her hand in marriage. This was not how he planned his life, much less his romantic life, but desperate circumstances were demanding too much of him. He might be losing a part of himself in the process, but he knew this was all for a reason. If Jamie wasn’t so convinced that only by becoming his wife would her life be saved from the brotherhood, he would never have put such a huge decision on her head. After an e

When Emma walked into the venue, it was hardly like how she imagined it to be. It was a small room in the hotel that they were staying at, with two eyewitnesses and one minister to officiate the ceremony. Jamie was speaking to his best man when Emma stepped inside, her presence barely catching his attention. He was dressed in a black suit himself, his classic frown adorning his face. Emma watched his face for any sign of anxiousness, trying to read if he was having second doubts about this, but as always, his face gave away nothing. As for her, her heart just wouldn’t stop racing against her ribs, pumping with so much vigor that she could almost hear her pulse. Her palms had gone sweaty, trembling by her sides as she awaited to take the next significant step of her life. She was moments away from entering a new phase of her life, mere steps away from attaining a new role. She would no longer be that woman that was fighting a lone battle. She would become Jamie’s wife and take on new

As Jamie’s mouth engulfed around her erect bud, pleasure bolted through her system. Arching her back off the cushion, she left a throaty groan. Tugging at her wrists, she tried to relieve her hands but to no avail. They were tightly secured in their place, anchoring her body down. As his hot mouth shifted to capture her other nipple, she protested. “Jamie!” She said, “Let me out of these!” “I’d rather you have them on.” He purred, “I quite like you like this. Completely surrendering yourself to me.” “This is cruel!” She said, “Do you have any idea how annoying these are?” “I can certainly imagine, darling.” He said, leaving a kiss in the valley between her breasts. “Ugh!” She groaned, glaring at him in annoyance, but he seemed immune to everything tonight. He was determined to have his way, and the sooner she realized she was fighting a losing battle, the better it would be for her. Staring at him with hooded eyes, she watched as he made his way downward. Hooking his arms aroun