Semua Bab Alpha's Mistress and the Beta: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Raven’s POV “I can’t wait any longer, Trice. I can't.” Raphael's drunken voice is heard from the living room. I'm just from the shower. He has been away the whole day. Judging by the commotion, he's totally wasted. I always wonder how alcohol gets to him this hard, I mean, he is a hybrid for crying out loud. Before I can contemplate what's happening, my bedroom door is kicked open. “You hear me.” He croaks. “I can't fucking wait any longer, Trice. You are my mate, and I want you, and I'm going to have you.” He says, walking up to me. He has something in his hand like a bracelet, it's shining. "Stop right there, please, Raphael, you are drunk.”I say as I walk backwards, but I hit the bed frame, indicating no road ahead. Before I can think of what to do, he swings the bracelet, which rolls around my arm. Immediately my body feels heavy, and I feel like I can't do anything anymore. "There, there, that will make you stay put for a while.” He says, smiling. “I've long longed f

Caleb’s POV Raven sleeps against my chest, her soft breaths fanning me, I still can't believe she is here with me. I don’t dare to move even an inch. Not even when my legs start to ache, not when the room cools and the night deepens. I’ve learned the hard way that moments like this don’t last unless you guard them with your life. Her breathing evens out, slow and steady, but my wolf doesn’t rest. The bond hums alert, Something’s not right. I lift my head slightly, careful not to wake her, and focus past the walls of my room via my bedroom window. I feel something foreign, not too close but not far either. Someone has definitely crossed the outer wards. I feel it like a wrong note in my spine, a subtle pressure just beneath my skin. Whoever it is isn’t careless enough to barrel through. They’re testing us, or they are trying not to be noticed. I think I know who it is, and he's trying to get to her, but not this time, I won't let her go. She is finally able to remember me, an

Caleb's POV Raven finally settled in, and I think she's ready for our new house. I can't wait to be with her, I want her to be happy now that we got rid of Raphael. I just want us to live in peace. Sleeping beside me, Raven, her face showing all kinds of expression, she looks marvelous. I've been awake for a while, and I'm just marveling at watching her. To be honest, I've really been trying to get a hold of myself, but I swear she keeps becoming more and more beautiful, and my restraints are almost breaking. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. I want her pretty badly. As I'm speaking, my d**k is so erect that it hurts; it's been years, and now that she's here, I'm breaking. But I can't do anything without her consent. I can't hurt her. I have to wait for her no matter what. I close my eyes and try breathing exercises, but they don't seem to work, instead her scent keeps driving me insane. I wrap my hands around her neck and waist and pull her towards me. I turn her, now

Caleb’s POV “I wish we could stay here the whole day,” I murmur against her forehead, kissing the warm skin there. Her scent is wrapped all around me, soft, familiar, finally home after years of absence. “But I need to take you somewhere.” “Mmmh…” She buries herself deeper into my arms, a soft sigh vibrating against my chest. “But I don’t want to let go.” Her lips graze my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to either, my love,” I whisper, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “But we need to.” I gently pull away, though my heart protests. “Get ready and I’ll meet you outside, okay?” I kiss her lips, slow, tender, reluctant, then look into her eyes for a moment before finally dragging myself away to get dressed. Walking out of the room feels wrong. It feels like leaving a dream. But today… today is supposed to be her day. I’d made a reservation at my favorite restaurant, hell, I booked the whole place. It hit me last night: I’ve never taken her out properl

Raven’s POV The lights of the anniversary party shimmer like tiny stars scattered across the courtyard. Music flows around us, warm and steady, the kind that makes your heart thump in time with the drums. People laugh, clink glasses, dance. Everything smells like roasted meat, flowers, and joy. But my mind keeps drifting back to the couple Caleb introduced me to, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I can still feel Mrs. Jones’ trembling hands on my arms. I can still see the way her eyes filled with tears the moment she looked at me. The grief in her voice… the way she held me like she’d been waiting to touch me for years. That pain stayed with me. Caleb squeezes my hand again, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Hey,” he whispers beside me. “You okay?” I nod slowly. “I just… I didn’t expect that. She looked at me like she’d known me once.” Caleb hums softly. “She misses her daughter. You gave her a moment of comfort, even if it hurt too.” Something warm fills my stomach at h