All Chapters of Mates Deception : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sirella’s povI shifted my gaze towards the mirror in my bedroom. My hands came to rest on my big belly, it was big, and I could see the baby move sometimes. The bump was high and strong, reminding me every second that was passing of what I had inside of me. I sighed softly. My eyes looked heavy, tired amidst the dark circles as well as lines marring their beauty. My hair was tied back in a loose bun. And my feet swollen.Gently placing a finger against the reflective glass before me,I told myself that word once more."It will soon be over."A knock distracted me as I cleared my throat.“Come in,” I called, trying to control my voice.The door opened and in walked a healer, her expression kind. "Good morning Sirella," she said, her voice soft. “I’m here to check on the baby and see if the baby is okay.”I nodded as I went to sit on the bed.“Lay down,” she said as I did so.She put her warm hands on my stomach and pushed gently in a couple of spots.“Hmm,” she said concentrating. “T

Donovan’s povI walked inside the garden, the air was crisp, the wind moved through the trees. At a bench Damien sat. A sword in his hand, grinding it with purposeful anger as he tried to sharpen it.It had been weeks. Maybe months since we last spoke. It ended poorly at times. But I wanted to talk again and see if it would be different this time."Damien," I said, stopping a few steps behind him. "Are you okay?”He looked away and kept on working like I didn’t exist.”I cleared my throat. “I’m talking to you.”He scoffed. “Now you want to talk?” He shifted his gaze and laughed bitterly at me. “What’s the matter, Alpha? Are the maids boring you? Do you need some intellectual stimulation?”I held my fists to stop them from shaking, I stayed calm. “Just answer the fucking question.”“I am okay,” he said. “Why do you care? You spent years acting like I meant fucking nothing, now all of a sudden you give a shit?” He got up and tossed his sword onto the ground. “You don’t get to play that

Damien’s povI was alone in the old hut. It was small, a distance from the pack and no one came here unless they were called. I transacted business here. Business that others need not know of.The walls were made of dark wood, the roof leaked a little and it always had a smell of old smoke and damp wood. But I didn't care. I sat in front of an open window on a wooden chair, my hands inclined along the table edge and rested my heavy head on them. I brooded."What have I done?" I asked myself, softly speaking.The door opened with a loud, harsh creak. I did not lift my eyes to see who it was at first. I merely watched their feet as they entered; two pairs of heavy boots.“Prince Damien,” one of the guards said, “we’ve done it.”I finally made myself look up. My eyes went straight to what they were holding. The baby. Sirella’s baby.“Give him to me,” I said, standing up.The taller guard stepped forward and gently placed the small child in my arms. He was bundled in a white woolen blanke

Kieran’s povI was in my cabin and I sat on the floor. I had just come back from a mission that Salvatore had sent me on. I dropped the empty bottle I had been drinking from and sighed as I couldn’t hold it anymore.Suddenly I heard a sound outside my door as I frowned and pay for up.The door burst open as three men in black came in.My eyes instantly flew to their insignia on their arms a I knew who they worked for.Donovan.“Get him!” one of them shouted.I didn’t even think.One of them lunged at me with a knife. I dodged, seized the dagger I’d been honing, and whirled. He swung his fist at my head, but I slipped it and hammered my knuckles into his gut. Doubled over, he gagged on a gasp.“You chose the wrong place,” I hissed.Another one came through the back, but I heard his footsteps across the wood. Before he’d taken three steps, I twisted and seized his arm. He tried to strike me with a blade. I twisted farther until he had no other choice but to allow it to fall from his f

Donovan’s povI was angry. No—furious.Storming down the stone steps, I barely noticed the cold, darkness of the dungeon. All my eyes could see was red and I walked through the heavy door as I entered the dungeon.She was there.Sirella. On the floor. Crying.She looked weak. Broken. Her hair was snarled up, her body still drained from bringing life into the world.But I didn't care.She was awake. Good.“How could you let someone take my child?!” I shouted as I hurried toward her.She tried to sit up, but she was tied down. She winced in pain and looked at me with red eyes full of more tears.“Donovan—please—”“You think I give a damn about your tears? You think I care how tired you are? You let someone steal my heir! My son!” “I didn’t know—I was asleep—I saw someone, but—” I kicked her in the belly and she doubled up."You useless thing," I spat. "You were given one job. Just one job. Keep the child safe."She cried harder now. I grabbed her by the hair and tossed her to the si