All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The beast in me was starving. It was a hunger deeper than anything food had ever given me, something primal that had nothing to do with survival and everything to do with her. I wanted to please her, to consume every inch of her body in the right way, to prove that no one else could ever take her apart the way I could.The first taste wrecked me. Goddess, it was over. If I could stay here for the rest of my life, I would. I would not move. I would bury myself between her thighs and never come up for air.The more I licked, the better it got. Her moans grew louder, the kind that made my blood sing, and I lapped greedily at the sweetness pouring from her. My tongue slid over her clit, teasing circles, pressing firmly, until her thighs trembled and tried to close in around me. That only shoved me deeper, my face buried against her heat. I dragged my tongue lower, savoring the slickness, before thrusting it inside her tight hole. I worked her with long strokes, slipping in and out, fuckin

After breakfast, Cassiel and I moved through the quiet rhythm of getting ready for the day. My earlier embarrassment had slipped away faster than I expected, replaced with an ease that let me actually enjoy his company. We talked while we gathered our things, small but meaningful conversation that made the house feel warmer, more like a home than just his place.What truly left me speechless, though, was the kiss at the front door. I had my car keys in hand, ready to leave, and suddenly his mouth was on mine. It was not a chaste goodbye. It was heated, lingering, the kind of kiss that curled in my stomach and set my heart racing all over again. By the time he pulled away, my breath was unsteady and my fingers clenched too tightly around the keys.This whole thing was backwards. Too fast, maybe. It was hard to care because I was happy about all of it. I was not sure if I would ever go back to my own house, but if this was what it meant to stay here, wrapped up in this strange domestic

My obsession is the only thing keeping me going. Waking up each that after the humiliation ritual some people are calling my engagement party has been rough. I get stared. No one dares to come up to me to say what they actually think but the stares don't stop. Nerissa is slipping. I sense she's getting into a mindset that makes my wolf scream at me to throw her out of the house. But I just won't do it. Perhaps I hate myself now but who really knows. At this point I've stopped asking questions whenever I do something. I've buried myself into work, making sure my pack is functioning.I refuse to let my personal problems disrupt my growth. I was on a good path before all this mess of feelings, and who is truly my mate. I want to find my way back to that point. At least when it comes to my work. When I'm not working these days I'm searching for any new information about Aurielle. Or Cassiel. Something that would make me a bit happy. Like a decline in his Pack's revenue, or something

Who needs therapy when you can just traumatize your sister back? My new slogan.Dinner dragged on in heavy silence. The only sounds came from forks scraping plates and the occasional clink of a glass being set down. The food was untouched more than it was eaten. Every so often I felt eyes darting toward me, then away again, the tension weaving itself into a suffocating net.The quiet broke when my father staggered into the dining room, smelling of alcohol and stale sweat. His shirt was rumpled, his eyes bloodshot, his steps uneven. Without a word he reached across the table, grabbed the bottle of wine, and tilted it back. He drank greedily, letting the liquid spill down his chin as though he hadn’t tasted water in days.Auburn’s knuckles whitened as her hand clenched tighter around her knife. She didn’t lift it or make a sound, only pushed food around her plate with her fork. She hadn’t taken a single bite. When he finally drained the bottle, he let it fall from his hand. It rolled a

When Nerissa first told me we were having dinner at her family’s house I felt a sour knot form in my stomach. The thought of sitting at that table with those people made my mouth go dry. I did not want to be there. I did not want to eat, or to pretend everything was normal. Still, seeing Aurielle the moment I’d walked in had pierced that numbness for a second. She gave me a small, bright look that warmed something inside me. Well, maybe she didn’t exactly give me that look but she didn’t frown at me or... maybe I’m imagining what actually happened. But then she’d confirmed my worst fear.I should have seen it coming. I should have known. I had suspected for a long time, the evidence was right in my face, yet I had allowed myself to be surprised like a fool. I guess a small part of me wanted desperately, even after seeing her on a date with cassiel, that she would.... i don’t know come to her senses? I’m not sure what i was thinking but i was thinking something fucking stupid. Fuck,