All Chapters of Mates Deception : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Damien’s povI stood in the practice room. It was silent, too silent. I could only hear the sound of my boots as I walked around and sliced my sword through the air.I lifted my sword and started to pace. I wasn’t attacking anything. I didn’t even know why, but I couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t exercise. Or training.I was just… pissed off.I had no idea where to go from here.I had been there for longer than an hour, two maybe, I wasn’t sure, or bothered.I couldn’t stop thinking about her.Sirella.What was she doing now? Was she still with my father?What were they talking about? Why was he giving her so much attention?I screwed my face in annoyance and swung the sword. It smashed into the wooden dummy before me. The crack resonated through the room.“Worried about something?” I heard a voice as I turned around fast.It was General Rowan.He walked into the training room, his hands behind his back. His face was serene, but I knew his eyes were taking my measure.“Why are you here alo

Sirella’s povThe first light of dawn stole through my window like a thief. I perched on the side of my wrecked bed, looking at my trembling fingers in that thin light. My skin was too tight, as if I could peel it back and still find Donovan's greasy touch against me.I started to remember last night. How he had made his way with me and I gulped. I hated myself for feeling this way. How could I let him do this to me?I shook my head. I wanted to kill myself for letting him blackmail me with Kieran. But I knew I had to protect him or if my father heard rumors of how Kieran wanted him gone, he would kill Kieran without a second thought.I gulped and held back my tears which were falling down.A rap at the door jarred through me as I was shaken from thoughts. Who is it now?“My lady?” A timid maid’s voice echoed through the wood. “Would you want me to draw you a bath?”That bastard Donovan must have sent the maids to make me feel at home but after what he had done, I felt terrible.I tri

Sirella’s povI didn’t stop running until I reached the edge of the packhouse. I ducked behind a tree and glanced up.Damien was there, speaking with a warrior.I blinked at him. He looked the picture of an insane man with what he was doing.I ducked into the crates and ran through the back door and sprinted to a hiding spot. I had to understand what was going on.But before I could go further, someone spotted me as I rushed out of there and into the forest as I headed straight to the packhouse.I needed to get home quickly.I didn’t stop running until I got into my room as I closed my door and locked it. My hands were shaking. I sat on the floor.What the fuck did I just watch?How the fuck could Damien do that?How could no one know?I wanted to scream. To tell Donovan.But…Would he believe me? That his son was trafficking people? Or selling them? Or whatever the hell he was doing?Would anybody? I didn’t think so and lay back on my bed, closing my eyes, letting myself drift off.

Sirella’s povI couldn’t sit still in my room.My heart. It was beating too fast.I had to do something.I had to tell Kieran.He needed access to every piece of information I gained access to. But I couldn’t speak with him from the packhouse.Someone might hear me.There could be someone listening.I needed to be smart.I needed to find a safe place. I went to my closet and got a black hoodie and put the hood on my head making sure no one could even see my face. I then got out of the room and headed out of the packhouse.Quickly, carefully, I walked down the halls, and out the back door of the packhouse. Cold air immediately hit my face when I stepped outside.I had the old abandoned house down not far from the packhouse. It had been empty for as long as I could remember.It was perfect.The minute I got in, I closed the door and shut it as I turned around to smell the air. It smelled of dust and wood.The floorboards creaked as I walked forward but I didn’t mind.I’d gone to the r

Kieran’s povI stabbed my fork into the meat harder than I needed to.I couldn’t get Donovan and how he was doing things in his pack out of my head.At first I had my doubts; perhaps he was just another greedy alpha like so many of the others. But now… now I knew something was deeper wrong. Stealing wolves? He was clearly using them against their wills.The way he acted.The way he smiled too much.The way he always had to be in control of everything and everyone around him. It made my skin crawl.I exhaled and lowered my fork.I glanced at my hands.I thought of Sirella and thought of her bruises I had seen.Bruises that appeared as if she’d been manhandled, thrown, injured.I haven’t asked her about it yet. I pushed it aside.Maybe I just didn’t want to hear her lie.Or maybe I just wasn’t ready to hear the truth.Something bad was happening to her and she was keeping it from me.“Why, Sirella?” I whispered to myself. “Why are you keeping secrets?”I sat back in the chair and rubbe