All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ISABELLA Everywhere's a mess. The Crimson Masquerade is in a day, and everywhere is a total disaster. From the thick blue curtains with patterns of snowflakes, the walls painted in oxblood, and the orchestra band practicing on one side of the ballroom. Everything is a complete mess. Even the music is making my ear bleed. Clutching the notebook in my hands, I grab a human maid’s neck, this close to snapping it. “How did this happen?” She tenses in my arms, heart thumping hard against her ribcage. “I have no idea, Miss Vitale.” I tighten my hold on her. “I gave you instructions. The curtains should be blood red, the walls white. And why is the orchestra playing a funeral song?” When I release her, she's gasping for breath. “I'll fix it.” “How?” I seeth, anger surging through my veins. Father placed me in charge of the ballroom’s decorations because he trusts me. Now all my hard work has been flushed down the drain. Crossing my arms, I take a step toward her. “Start blurting out

ALEXANDERThe courtroom feels heavy and suffocating as Hudson and I stroll in, elders whispering among themselves in disapproval of something far too ominous to be ignored. Vampires. I haven't slept in days, my wolf is restless, Ethan is giving me the silent treatment. Right now, the only feeling or emotion I can hold on to is rage—rage at those blood sucking demons for costing me my peace. I didn't travel here for this. But as the Alpha, I have—need—to face it. Grabbing the chair at the head of the table, I sit calmly while Hudson settles in the one next to me. One of the elders, Donavann, is the first to open the floor. He clears his throat, sitting upright. “These patrol reports are no longer rumors, Alpha Alexander. Vampires are walking around our borders in broad daylight.” Donavann’s statement makes my fingers under the table curl into fists. Not only is the news surprising, it's also life threatening. Vampires are called creatures of the night because they're cursed by two

ALEXANDER We can't have words spread to the members of the pack that a war is on its way. I mean, we can't conclude so soon, right? But who am I kidding? The tiny glimpse of truth is staring me in the face. My people are being taken out one by one and I am yet to have any clue as to who exactly is committing this heinous act. I sigh, running my hand through my hair as I look down from my window at the children running around, playing with each other with smiles on their faces. I have to protect those smiles. Then the smile of another crosses my mind. Ethan.The thought of him makes my chest warm, but then the image of him with Caroline appears, and I frown. What is he doing with her most of the time anyway? He's either with her or just sitting in the sun and staring into space. I don't want him moving with her. My frown deepens.I turn away from the window as three knocks rap on my door. “Come in.” Hudson strides in with an annoyed look. This does not look good. I mentally prepar

ISABELLAThe guards open the door and I step into the large dining room, Lorenzo and Matteo already seated far away from each other and not sparing each other a glance. Silas’s seat is still empty, and I walk towards mine. The maid behind me pulls open my chair and I take a seat. Lorenzo nods at me and Matteo doesn't say anything. He ignored me even but I don't pay him too much mind as I admire my nails in the light. The doors open again, but this time, it's Father walking in. The air immediately stills and everyone sits upright, trying to be on their best behaviour to not upset him.He doesn't say anything as he takes his seat at the head of the table, not looking at any of us as he does so. He snaps his fingers and the doors of the room burst open with many maids streaming in with trolleys piled with platters of covered food. They began to set the table, and with another snap of his fingers, the silver lids were opened, revealing the most luxurious meals that only a pauper could

ISABELLAThe day is finally here. Maids are rushing in and out of my room, making sure that all my jewellery is in place as I soak myself in my bubble bath. The noise just outside the door is weirdly calming as I drown myself in the tub and close my eyes. I have been preparing for too long for this day to just flop. It has to be perfect. The Crimson Masquerade has to be perfect. I say to myself over and over again as I feel my heart racing. What's wrong with me? I come up from the water with a gasp and step out, grabbing a robe to cover myself and a towel for my wet dripping hair. Shortly after, a maid knocks on the door.“Come in.” She walks in with my blow dryer, handing it to me and bowing before leaving. I don't allow them to have as much access to my body as most royals would. They can dress me but small but meaningful tasks like my hair and skin would be mine. I take my time, applying each layer of my skin care and blow-drying my hair as I admire myself in the mirror.My s