All Chapters of Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I apologize if I kept you waiting.” He drawled, voice crisp and collected. “I had some loose ends to tie up.” “What poor sod did you toss in a ditch this time?” Selene asked. Ronan had not touched her milkshake, so she dragged the glass back to her and slurped on the straw loudly. “No one’s in a ditch.” He chided, “It was nothing important. Well, nothing that won’t be revealed in due time anyway.” Unable to help himself, Ronan reached out for the box on the table, and was surprised to find it was a pack of tea bags. And, it was a brand he knew very well. When he glanced back up, Killian was staring at him, something in his eyes made Ronan’s hackles rise. “Do you find it familiar, Draven?” He asked, glancing down at the pack. “Uh…yes.” “Really?” Selene asked, “I didn’t know you were a tea person, Ronan.” Ronan shook his head, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. “I’m not. It’s just…this is the brand that Raine drinks.” Killian cocked his head to the side, smiling. “What a coin

Raine furrowed her brows in confusion as noise erupted among the crowd once again, each person wanting to be heard over the other as everyone yelled out their opinions. Someone jostled her in the ensuring chaos, and she fell back against Killian. He brought a hand out to steady her with a grip on her waist, his gloves cold even through the fabric of her shirt. Suddenly, Matthias was there. Pushing past the crowd to reach her. Ronan and Silas followed behind. Ronan’s gaze met hers, unreadable as it dropped to where Killian held her. “Outside!” Matthias barked, face twisted in anger. “Now, Raine!” She pulled away from Killian’s grip and found herself bustled out in between four wolf men. As soon as they were out of the hall, Matthias was lunging at Killian, wrapping a hand around the front of his chest and pushing him up against the wall of the building, hard enough that the concrete cracked. Killian’s face didn’t change. He held both hands up and stared impassively down at Matthia

Raine came to his room in the dead of the night. But unlike that night many weeks ago, she was completely sober. It was sometime after one a.m., and Matthias was in the bathroom, head thrown back under the spray of the shower, reminiscing about the day’s events and letting the warm water soothe his aches. The shower door slid open a moment later, and Matthias turned to find her there. Naked and as beautiful as the first time he saw her. She had her hair up in a messy bun, some tendrils managed to escape and fell around her face in soft willowy wisps, framing her features and bringing out her eyes. He stared at her, shocked. “What are you doing here?”She shrugged a shoulder, “Ronan’s asleep. It’s been a tense couple of days for you, I figured you wouldn’t mind some stress relieve.” She bit down on her lip. “Am I being too forward?”“What? No.” He sputtered, “Never!” She sent him a small, shy smile that went straight through him and he stepped back a little, making space for her in

A gasp rippled through the crowd, their murmurs growing louder with each second. Matthias took a step forward, refusing to let himself be undermined in the presence of his pack by both his son, and his general. “Watch yourself, General.” Malte did not back down. He never did, he was a stubborn old crow. “Watch myself? I’ve fought beside you for years, Matthias. Giving you the best of what I had to offer. I have never given you a reason to doubt my loyalty. And yet I see you hesitate while your son spins lies and destroys the pack from within, accusing my best men for a crime they had no hand in.” He gestured broadly at his gathered soldiers. Thalia stared at her alpha as well, her eyes filled with molten hate. “How much longer until you realize that your son will drag this pack to ruin?!” Thalia called, her voice sharp like the crack of a whip in the quiet. Ronan snarled, pushing forward to attack, but Malte was there, staring him down. “You will let them talk to me this way, Fat

This time, Matthias lost his shit before her. It seems everyone is intentionally getting on his fucking nerve. “And what would you have had me do?” He roared, flinging his arm out and crashing everything on the mantle place to the floor. Raine gasped, flinching away in fear. “Let him tear my pack in half? Do you know what that would mean? It would mean war. Right now, this pack is on the precipice of chaos. One wrong move from me and it all goes down in flames.” He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand why I don’t particularly care about your anger?” Raine blinked up at him, her chest heaving with each breath. “You’re hurting me, Matthias.” He winced and let her go, moving all the way across the room to me away from her. Raine watched him as he ran one shaky hand through his hair. This was the most un-composed she’d ever seen him. He looked like he was on the verge of falling apart. “I apologize.” He said, his voice hoarse and quiet.