All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

KOLDays pass by in a blur, and Mordew has been peaceful so far. I still drill soldiers daily, but one new routine added to my day is to watch Isabella eat breakfast. I took my time watching her today, smiling as she elegantly picked up the fork, then I went to my office to get busy. My office is quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your skull and makes you feel the weight of your own thoughts. As I flip through files, reading them and signing some documents, Isabella keeps crossing my mind. I fucking want to see her again. I want to head to her room and have a conversation with her, and listen to the sound of her laughter. She doesn't know she's dangerous to me, but now I know. And I think this is trouble. Natasha strolls in, and I immediately notice the grin on her face, the way her eyes sparkle like she’s already holding some secret she wants to share. She leans against my desk, arms crossed. “You like her,” she says, voice teasing and sharp, but dripping with faint wa

ISABELLA Morning light slices through the curtains, and a low grunt crawls out of my throat. It’s still damn early, but my skin’s already sticky, drenched with sweat, burning like meat laid on a grill. I can still taste the metallic scent that lingers on my tongue. Me, a ruthless vampire, has been coughing out blood. Kol offered to stay throughout the night—acting way out of character—but I refused. I can’t allow him to do that. Regal could barge in at any time, but now I regret not having Kol around. Last night was horrible. Terrible.Worse in the most horrifying ways. I coughed out so much blood, it felt like I was puking my guts out, and when I looked into the mirror, I screamed. I couldn’t recognize myself. I still don’t recognize the pale, thin lady with sunken eyes that’s staring back at me. I think I’m dying.But vampires don’t die.Then what the hell is wrong with me?Footsteps become louder. Every damn maid that walks by, I can hear them whispering about me. “The vampi

ISABELLAKol’s fingers are still wrapped around Ylva’s throat when the world tilts beneath me, and I genuinely cannot tell if the dizziness is from the curse eating through my body or the shock of hearing the word mate fall from a witch’s mouth like it belongs to me and Kol. My skin feels too hot, as if someone set a fire inside my veins; the warmth crawls up my spine until my breath turns sharp, and I clutch the sheets because standing is impossible, speaking is difficult, and thinking clearly feels like an insult to whatever is happening inside me.Kol finally releases the witch and steps back with a glare that could tear worlds open. Ylva staggers but doesn’t run, and in that strange, careless witch way, she brushes dust off her robe as though almost being strangled is something that happens to her before breakfast.But I don’t care about her. I care about the look on Kol’s face when he turns toward me. There is something in his eyes I have never seen before, something raw and cra

KOL“Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered and I felt it in my chest like fire burning through my veins and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning closer, pressing my forehead to hers and feeling her pulse hammering against me and her breath quick and shallow.I said, “I won’t be gentle” and she laughed softly, a shaky, short sound that made me ache in ways I didn’t know I could ache and she tilted her head, trying to look at me and I caught her hand in mine and held it against my chest and said, “Do you feel it?”“I feel it,” she murmured, voice trembling but clear, “it’s… too much”“I know,” I said, and the words came out rough, like I had swallowed fire, “I feel it too, and it’s all for you”Her lips curved slightly, a small, nervous smile, and I whispered, “Do you trust me?”She didn’t answer right away, just closed her eyes and leaned into me, and I could feel her shiver, her body softening against mine and I said, “Say it, Isabella”“I trust you,” she whispered, and it rolled throu