Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Can't Be Mated to Him: Kabanata 551 - Kabanata 560

Ingrid“I still don’t understand,” Joli says as we disembark in Kubilay.I follow her gaze to Amval, who is unloading bags from one of the carriages. “I told you, I didn’t trust the other groom. There is someone missing from the stables, and we don’t know how that’s related.”Joli shrugs. I bite my

“But nothing.” I loop my other arm through Cirocco’s and gesture for Joli to do the same. Amval clings to me like a life raft. “I promised I needed a set of hands to carry my prizes—I have to compete!”Roseapple ale flows freely as we float from one booth to the next. I catapult small sandbags into

And it still may be the pleasantest drive I’ve ever taken, despite the hard bench and the jostling of these back roads. On the second day, everyone takes to the same carriages instinctively, the window slides open, and the careful balancing act of how much I miss them and how much I need to protect

I can tell he wasn’t asleep when he arrives. The whites of his eyes are red, and his skin is puffy.He was crying.“Sit.” I nod to the bed from the chair I’m perched on.“Are you intending to yell at me for something?” he asks tiredly. “Because if so, I’d rather stare at a stained mattress.”“No, I—

Once one has made a choice, it can’t be unmade. I grab either side of the split fabric and pull, baring her chest completely. She opens her mouth to object, but I press my lips to the newly visible skin, and her complaint turns into a moan. I concur. The taste of Ingrid’s bare skin almost overwhelms