All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ETHANI barely slept last night. The fact that Alexander—my Killan—has finally recalled his memories still feels like a dream. He's asking me to come with him to God-knows-where and leave everything behind, and I want to. Heavens, I badly want to. But when I look at Jaz, this thread of guilt tugs my heart so bad, I find it hard to breathe. She's still not talking to me. She's walking on egg shells around me—including Marinette. What I said about Leo yesterday seems to have pissed her off. I can't help but feel like the enemy among people I once called my home. I walk down the stairs in my loose T-shirt and black shorts, eyes lingering on Jaz who is strangely reading a magazine on a weekend. I stand at the foot of the stairs. “Hey.” She doesn't even budge. She's like a statue—immovable, straight posture, blank face. Jaz—my Jaz—would have kissed me right now. She would have urged me to fuck her against her kitchen island, or on my bed, or in the bathroom. She'd shove her little

ETHANA groan slips from my throat as a young man in some plain tee stitches up my bloody knee. He's gentle—more like he has to be to prevent provoking Alexander. I've only been here for a few hours and I can tell everything’s different here. The way of dressing is the same—but ladies here prefer flowing gowns that expose a large part of their body—tummy, arm, thigh—to some skinny jeans and boots. It's like they're always geared up to seduce whoever they want to. And did I tell you about how pretty they are? “All done,” the young man's rough voice pulls me from my reverie. He taps my shoulder. “You can leave now.” I shrug. “I don't know my way around, mind taking me to the guest room?” “You'll meet a maid down the hall.” I stand slowly, gritting my teeth to suppress the pain that's bursting my veins. The extra-high ceiling gives the whole room some gothic vibes that travels to the 80s or something. Not just that. Everything feels odd—I can sense it. The young man clears his thr

ETHAN Is this even supposed to be happening? A man that's 7ft tall, large like a giant bag of tacos, is beating up a woman half his size—who obviously has a death wish. It's hard to hear her taunting words when everyone next to me is screaming on top of their lungs, cheering for the girl in the ring. “You look rather spooked,” a guy next to me growls into my ear. “Shouldn't you be enjoying this?” “An unusual fight that's slowly getting bloody? No, I'll pass.” He laughs, turning his back for me to see what's scribbled on his shirt. He has ‘Caroline’ written boldly on it. He turns back to face me, grinning. “Trust me, you're not the only one who's having an eye sore from watching her get treated that way.” I cringe at his words. He's obviously getting this wrong, alright? I'm not…one of her admirers. I don't even know her. I've never seen her too. I can't deny the fact that she's pretty though. He tilts his head like he's thinking about something. “Stranger, this is the point wher

ALEXANDEROne of the things I don't enjoy in my pack is having to endure sitting down in meetings for hours. Sometimes, I just want to sit on a beach and bask in the warm sunlight. Other times, I want to have breakfast with Ethan and laugh over the memories we share. But right now, I'm just sitting on the throne, my fingers occasionally tapping my thigh as a young man is thrown into the court. He groans in agony, coughing out a mouth full of blood on the marble floor. His forest green eyes take in the room, fear swirling in the depths of them. “I'm innocent. I didn't do a single thing, I swear.” Hudson towers over him, grabbing his sandy brown hair. “He killed his mate.” Six elders seated around a table nearly lose their balance. A man killing his own mate, a gift bestowed to him by the moon goddess, is considered an abomination. A crime punishable by death. The young man is quick to jump to his feet, shaking his head to deny Hudson's accusations. “I didn't kill Dahlia. I love

ETHANAlexander has been extremely busy. I barely see him at all. I wake up each day anticipating the time we'll spend together, but each time I walk up to his quarters, his guards tell me to step back—like I mean nothing. Like he doesn't want to let me in. Like he's deliberately pushing me away because he's hiding something. I haven't seen Hudson in a while either. It's like after the duel Caroline had with the giant guy, everyone became tense. Like they're slowly waiting for a bomb—that’s going to destroy everything—to go off. Like always, I stopped by Alexander's quarters to see him. His guards gave me a tight smile, repeated the same damn words they'd been telling me for days, and forced me to leave. I keep clenching and unclenching my fist as I stroll into the kitchen to make some coffee. Anything to make me relax. Ladies chopping some veggies halt, giving me side glances as they whisper among themselves. One thing I'll never understand about this town is the strange way ev