All Chapters of Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“What are you doing?” He asked very carefully, eyeing her like she was a dangerous intruder. Raine shrugged, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around her body and shield herself from his stare. “I realized that I might have acted too harshly.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. “If we’re to be mated again, I think it is only fair I take care of your needs. That way, you won’t feel it is necessary to get your pleasure elsewhere.” Ronan stared her down, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Yes.” She moved closer, pressing herself against his arm, his wet skin against hers, causing goosebumps to rise over her flesh. “I am your mate. It’ll be good for our wolves to be more intimate. Restore that connection we lost.” “This is a waste of time.” He scoffed in anger, pushing her away. “Our wolves don’t need to be reacquainted because I’m not going to mate with you.” She gaped at him. “But Matthias said-” “I don’t care what he said!” He grow

All the elders stood in a crescent, calling forward wolves who had proven themselves in the last lunar cycle, hunters, warriors, and mothers. And then came the part Raine had been waiting her whole life for. Elder Maren, one of the oldest members of the pack, having been there since the inception of the first Draven, stepped into the mating circle at the center of the clearing, and spoke, his voice ringing clear through the night. “We call forward Ronan Draven and Raine Whitmore to stand before the pack.” His voice was hoarse and croaking, sending ripples through the gathered crowd. The crowd stilled, murmurs quieted, the crackle of the central bonfire was sudden deafening. Ronan extended his hand forward, Raine glanced down at it, before dragging her gaze back up to him. His gaze was dark and unreadable. Raine hesitated. After a deep breath, she stepped forward, placing her fingers in his hands. His hands tightened around hers, his grip firm, and warm. The kind of touch that

Thalia stepped in after him, shutting the door behind her with a slam that was loud enough to quiet the murmuring of the crowd. She stepped to the side, leaving everyone’s attention on Matthias. Silas was the first to speak up. “Alpha, what is going on?” Matthias cleared his throat, keeping his expression neutral. “We have very terrible news. Raine,” he called to her, and she snapped her head up, brows furrowed in confusion. “Please, step forward.” Raine approached with Ronan behind her. Matthias watched as his son’s nose flared, and the boy caught the scent of blood on them. His eyes narrowed, and he stopped a few feet back, watching their interaction with an hawk like attention. “What’s going on?” She asked, glancing around. “Am I in trouble?” “No.” he shook his head, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “You’re not in trouble.” He cleared his throat, projecting his voice so everyone in the room could also hear. “We found a body tonight.” He said finally, the words c

Raine stared at him for a long while before turning back to stare out the window. “The last time I saw her was six years ago.” Her voice came out a flat, toneless thing, echoing in the silence between them like a weighted box. “I don’t even know what she looks like now. Do you think she’d have recognized me if she walked past me down the street?” Ronan stepped forward, his hands twitching by his sides like he wanted to reach forward and touch her, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “I’m sure she would have known you in a pitch black room. You’re her daughter.” “But she left me.” “She had her reasons.” Raine finally turned around. Her gaze when she fixed it on him was hollow and empty. “I don’t know if I can survive this.” Ronan cleared his throat again, wincing like it was physical torture to be there. But despite it, he came closer until he was close enough for her to reach out and wrap her arms around his waist, burying her face in his lower abdomen. “I know I haven’t been

“You should try it too.” She sent him a small smile, stepping closer. “You’ll feel more in tune with the beach when you’re barefoot. At least, that’s what my mom says.” The last part came out a quiet whisper, and Raine dropped her gaze, suddenly unable to look up at the other man anymore. Killian huffed out a soft laugh. “Well it must be true then, if your mom said so.” As she watched, he crouched low and began undoing the laces of his expensive looking shoes. Raine watched his deft, nimble fingers work through the hoops, sliding the expensive leathers off his feet. He straightened, sending her a lopsided grin that did things to her insides. “Happy now?” She shrugged one shoulder, staring down at his feet—they were pretty feet, not surprising since all of him was almost other worldly beautiful. “Maybe.” Her voice came out light, teasing. Something in Killian’s blue eyes glinted dangerously at the tone of her voice, and his smile got wider. Raine wanted to smile back at him, but s