All Chapters of Mates Deception : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sirella’s povI woke up that morning with a heavy feeling in my gut, one I couldn’t seem to shake off. My eyes flitted open and as soon as I sat up, the wave of nausea that hit me sent me stumbling backward onto the bed again. I clamped my hand over my mouth as I pushed myself out of the sheets, barely making it to the washroom before I vomited all over the sink. I gasped for breaths leaning on the edge of the sink while clutching it till my knuckles turned white.I looked at myself through bloodshot eyes in the mirror, paler than usual. I frowned at my own reflection, when was it ever this bad? Granted there had been pressure with talks of war in air and peace treaty underway surrounding every inch of pack house, but this?I tried to breathe in a calm manner as I turned on the tap to rinse my mouth.The water felt good as I splashed some on my face to calm myself. An intense pain has me clutching my stomach as the pain has me leaning towards the sink.“What’s happening?” I asked the

Salvatore’s povI stood at the edge of the field with my eyes moving across it. The grass was yellow and dead as I looked around.This was supposed to be the meeting point with that bastard Donovan.My generals fanned out behind me—men and women who’d faced down monsters from one horizon to another. I paused for a moment in the center of that field and frowned because someone was missing.Kieran should have been with me, right here. The absence of his presence there beside me lingered in my gut like something had gone wrong. Kieran had always flanked me on days like these—days when I needed a sharp edge. He could be that edge when there wasn’t any other option.The general shrugged, his eyes narrowing as he looked around. “He was here this morning, Alpha. Maybe he went scouting.”That didn’t make sense. Kieran never failed to attend important meetings, not one like this. I narrowed my eyes in response. “Get him,” I said sharply. “I want him here now. I don’t like it when he’s not by m

Donovan’s povI moved quickly, my people falling in around me. The ground was still quivering from the impact of a hundred warrior feet pounding back and forth, furious rage blaring on the remnants of a battlefield. The scent was fresh, warm blood out of the body and spilled across the earth. My head hurt with questions.I hated surprises.I especially hated being confused—and right now, I was both.“What’s happening?” I bit off my own words as I shoved open the tent flap and made my way through to command central as my men were around the table with the map open. My voice dropped low and clean. “Why are we under attack? Who’s doing it? Because it clearly isn’t from Salvatore. I was with him and he’s also getting his ass kicked.”Some of my commanders trailed in behind me, all of them looking nervous. “From why I can tell and the reports I’ve gotten, we are being hunted by… rogues,” My general told me as he stepped up to my side.I rounded on him with an angry growl. “Rogues? What idi

Kieran’s povHe laughed out loud as his sound bounced off the walls. It was filled with bitterness. With hate. “Scouting? Is that what you call saving a renegade leader now?”“I’m confused on what you’re trying to…”“Oh Kieran,” he laughed. “Don’t take me for a fool? I saw you. I saw you pull that bastard out of the battle like he was your brother. Then you disappeared into the hills with him. What were you doing? Giving him information? Helping him escape?”"I didn’t do any of that,” I said, keeping my voice level. “I stopped him from making a mistake.”“Oh really?” he said, taking a step towards me. “That’s what you think? You just saved the enemy for his own good? Because you’re such a fucking saint?”“I never said I was,” he countered.“You really think Alpha Salvatore is that stupid?” his sword flickered towards me now. “You really think he won’t figure out you’re with the enemy army?”“I’m not playing anyone.”He took another step forward. The point of the sword was almost touch

Sirella’s povI sat in bed that morning, looking at the wall. My hands were on my stomach. I was trying to think, but my head hurt. My heart hurt too.Maybe it was from the pain. Or maybe it was from the truth.Then I heard a knock on the door.I straightened myself. “Who is it?” I whispered.The door creaked, and in walked a woman. It was Helga, the head maid. She was much older with grey hair firmly pulled back and a kind yet stern face. Her uniform was always perfect. Today she was carrying a little tray with some tea.“My lady. Good morning,” she smiled with a bow. “The healer told me to come. She asked me to bring you something warm.”I frowned at her. “What did the healer send you for?” I asked.My door clicked shut and she faced me. “Because she found something. Something important.”I couldn’t stop the little jump my heart did. “What?”Helga walked closer and lowered her voice. “You are pregnant.”I felt my heart drop.“What?” I gasped.She nodded quickly and said, “She told m