All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ISABELLAThe Crimson Masquerade is finally over.I wake with a heavy head, the echoes of last night still fresh in my mind. The sight of Matteo’s face when he drained the maid dry keeps replaying like a sick memory I can’t erase. His lips red, his eyes glowing, the way he laughed when she fell limp in his arms. He kept saying how good it felt, how different it was to drink from living flesh instead of a bag.It makes my stomach turn.But that isn’t even the worst part.This morning, the entire Kingdom is in chaos. Servants whisper down the hallways, guards stomp past like the world is ending, and the scent of tension hangs thick in the air. Word spreads faster than fire:The Alpha and his Beta were found unconscious in the woods.And worse, there’s a dead vampire in their car trunk.I hear it from three different mouths before I believe it. At first, I believe it’s some twisted rumor. But the details are the same every time. The corpse is one of Father’s trusted guards.And if there

ALEXANDERHudson is awake.I sit across from him in the dim guest room, my shoulder still aching where the bullet went in. He healed faster than I, his wounds closed up, the blood dried, and he looked like he had rarely died in the middle of the Vampire Kingdom.But his face tells me something else.“You’re too quiet,” I mutter.Hudson sighs, pressing his hands into his knees. “Because I can’t stop thinking, Alex. I told you this was a bad idea. Coming here. Trusting them.”I tilt my head, annoyed. “We didn’t have a choice. If we didn’t accept the invitation, the Vampire Lord would’ve taken it as disrespect.”“And look what happened instead,” Hudson snaps, eyes burning into mine. “You were shot. I was shot. Wolfsbane bullets in the heart of their own kingdom. How is that not a setup?”My jaw tightens. I know he’s right, but I hate hearing it.“The Lord knew this would happen,” Hudson continues. “I told you. Even if he pretended to be neutral before, now he has every reason to strike o

ISABELLAAnger courses through my veins as I think about what just happened. How dare he tell me what to do? What does he mean by I should stay away from him? He doesn't get to tell me what to do. He doesn't get to at all.My hands are shaking, and not from fear, no, I don’t even know what fear feels like right now, it’s pure rage and a little confusion. Who the hell does he think he is? He looks human but isn’t. He doesn’t smell like a vampire either. And if he were a werewolf, I would’ve known instantly. I’ve lived around them long enough to catch their arrogance and their animal stink from a mile away.But he’s none of them. And yet… he read my thoughts. He got inside my head like it was nothing. My lips tremble when I whisper to myself, “What are you?”The memory keeps replaying, the way his eyes looked at me, not in desire, not in boredom, but like I was some stupid child poking at a fire I didn’t understand. He told me to stay away, like he had any right.I bite my lip so hard I

ETHANThe smell hits me first and I feel my stomach churn in disgust. The smell of blood, sweat and in the middle of everything, he stands, staring at me wide-eyed.Alexander.Knife in hand. Blood dripping. A woman chained against the wall, unconscious with her mouth taped shut.My throat tightens. He doesn’t look like the man I’ve gotten used to in the past weeks, he looks like something else entirely, someone I want nothing to do with if this is how he truly is. His chest is heaving as he tries to calm himself. I swallow hard, forcing the words out of my mouth. “Stop.”For a long, painful second, I think Alexander will ignore me, that he'll turn and press the blade deeper, tear her apart piece by piece until she does whatever he wants her to. But then… he lowers the knife, dropping it to the ground.Just like that without any words or resistance or anything.I don’t know if I should feel relieved or terrified.“Come.” His voice is flat, almost bored. Like he hasn’t just been stand

NELSONThe basement stinks of blood stone and iron. A dimly lit bulb that swings slowly reflects a figure slumped against the wall. Her wrists are bound to a pole, hair tangled across her pale face. Breathing seems like a hard chore due to how faint it is. Not that I care anyway. I approach her slowly, then smack her hard. Her head jerks sideways with a soft hiss. She chokes on her breath, then spills out a mouth full of blood. “Are you awake now?” My voice slices the silence. “I don’t have all night.”She chokes out a sob. “You’ll regret this, I promise you. You promised to help me escape after doing your bidding. I did. I lied to the Alpha, placing my life on the line all because of you. And now I'm being tortured for a crime you led me into?” I grab her by the hair and yank it back until her throat strains. “First things first, I don't regret my actions.” I sneer. “You’re the one stupid enough to get caught. I gave you orders to wait for my call before you think of escaping. I