Todos os capítulos de My uncle, My mate: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Aria's pov; Mark me? Of course not. I shivered in delight as his teeth grazed my neck, with his tongue poking out to lap at the same spot. I knew this wasn't supposed to be happening but the body could be such a betrayer at times. “You don't have to fight this,” he said and that was all it took for me to let go and give in. Fight what? I didn't know but after all, this was a dream. He began to place kisses around my neck, soft innocent kisses that weren't meant to do anything to me and yet, they made my toes curl in bliss and my knees weak. “You taste so sweet,” came his soft groan, like music to my ears. No longer able to keep restraint on my wolf that just wanted some action, I turned around to face him, pulling him by his scruffs and immediately diving to connect our lips together. The air seemed to be caressing our skin as our breaths entwined, with our tongue fighting for reign against each other. The warmth of his tongue only made me moan, each stroke increasin

KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the

KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the

Aria's pov: Waking up from the dream, I stared around me only to see that it was as silent as it could get. Even the machines were nowhere in sight and I couldn't help but frown before taking a look at my body to see if I didn't really need help as I had thought in the first place. "Yes, it's intact. Nothing is missing," I said to myself in confusion and my sudden attempt at trying to stand up was an action that made it appear like I was making the biggest mistake of my life. Surprisingly, standing up on one foot wasn’t as difficult as I thought it was going to be after a month of not moving. If at all, it only made me seem like my body was more flexible and as it was, it seemed like I was walking on the clouds. “This is so easy. Not even as difficult as I thought it would be,” I said, chuckling to myself and feeling very proud that I didn’t have to rely on anybody to be able to do this. Previously, upon waking up, there was this sudden urge I had to be able to walk with

Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desp