All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Aurielle DuVallI’ve decided, I’m going to take the risky option. The dangerous one. The kind of option that could get me killed if I made one mistake. But I promised myself, before I even made my move, that I would not stand still and wait to be saved by these people. If I did nothing, he would win. If I fought, at least there was a chance.I forced my lungs to fill, forced the air into my body even though panic was threatening to strangle me. My wrists were burning from the pressure of his grip, and his other hand pressed cruelly over my mouth. His skin tasted of dirt, of sweat, of the kind of filth that never really washes away. His breath reeked as it hit my cheek.My senses were being haunted.Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted my foot and slammed my heel down on his toes with every ounce of strength I had. There was a sharp crunching sound that turned my stomach, bone meeting bone in a way that was not natural. He shouted in pain, his roar so loud it startled the bi

Aurielle DuVall I darted my eyes away from him before he could make a move. Not because I didn't want to kiss him.But because deep down I doubted he ever would. Cassiel was too much of a gentleman to kiss me while I was vulnerable. Though I don't think it would make him any less of a gentleman if he did decide to kiss me. The moment I slipped into the tub, the water embraced me in warmth. The bubbles rose in soft peaks around my shoulders, carrying the faint scent of lavender. Every ache in my muscles loosened and I felt myself sink deeper, letting the day’s stress dissolve into the ripples. Cassiel did not leave. He crouched beside the tub, close enough that his presence wrapped around me just as surely as the water did. His silence was heavy, yet not uncomfortable. He was watching me. I dragged the washcloth over my skin, following the rhythm of my own movements, but awareness of him pressed at me. When I dared to glance up, I found his eyes fixed on my face. His expression wa

Cassiel Aldric It took a long moment before I dared to open my eyes. My wolf still thrashed inside me, hungry, demanding, clawing at the last threads of control I had left. The beast wanted more than a kiss. He wanted to claim her, to leave no doubt in her mind or her body that she belonged to us. My jaw clenched as I held myself back, fighting the primal tide with everything I had. My arm remained locked around her waist, firm and unyielding. Every muscle in me screamed to move it lower, to pull her even closer, to feel every inch of her pressed against me. But I forced myself still. Restraint was the only gift I could give her right now, and I respected her too much to let my desire trample over her readiness. Love burned in me, deep and untamed, and the bond that tied us together magnified it until it consumed every corner of me. The fated pull doubled every ounce of feeling until I could hardly breathe under the weight of it. Years of discipline, all the patience I had drill

Matthias Crowe When my assistant called me very late last night with her voice trembling, I almost hung up, thinking she was exaggerating. She told me there had been a fight among some wolves in one of the parks, nothing new, but then she added something else. Someone claimed they had spotted him. This region’s so-called golden alpha. Cassiel Aldric.I thought she had to be joking. Cassiel Aldric does not simply appear in the middle of a pack scuffle that isn't in his own pack. The man is busy 24/7. He is not the kind of man you “spot” like some wandering stranger. He is a presence that demands the air around him shift. If he was truly there, then everything had changed.But then my assistant added that witnesses said he had been carrying a woman. A woman with a familiar look. My stomach sank because I knew immediately who it was. Aurielle. Of course, it would be Aurielle.Cassiel has always been sought after. Men wanted his power, women wanted his attention, and he rejected advances

Cassiel AldricThe conversation with Matthias was enlightening. No, that is the wrong word. It was entertaining. Every moment of it amused me, mostly because of the jealousy he tried and failed to hide behind that stiff, self-righteous demeanor of his. The more he scowled, the more I enjoyed myself. There was something delicious about watching him shift in his seat, trying to maintain authority while I casually tore it out from under him. Did he truly believe he could compete with me? Me, of all people? He ought to have known better, but Matthias seems like a man to have a streak of foolish pride that blinds him.He glared through the entirety of lunch, jaw set tight, eyes cutting toward Aurielle every few minutes as though he could pull her back to him with sheer willpower. He barely touched his plate. I had, of course, ordered for all three of us. It was deliberate, a small display of dominance, and I wanted him to feel it. I wanted him to taste the bitterness of his loss in every b