All Chapters of I Came Back For My Alpha and Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Louisa/Agnes I didn’t wait for Jace to speak again. I turned and stormed down the corridor, every step echoing against the cold walls. My chest was tight, my throat raw with words I hadn’t said. By the time I reached my room, my hands were trembling.I shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind me, the badge locking into place with a sharp click. I leaned against it, palms flat against the wood, my forehead pressed against its smooth surface. My breathing came ragged, uneven, as though Margaret had stripped me bare with her words.Louisa was local before, I told myself, dragging in a shaky breath. Not anymore.I stayed there for what felt like forever, forcing my lungs to steady, forcing my pulse to calm.Slowly, I pushed myself away from the door and crossed the room. The weight of my gown clung to my body, suffocating. I tugged at the ties until the fabric slid from my shoulders and puddled onto the floor, leaving me bare, exposed, but strangely lighter.The shower hissed to l

Louisa/Agnes“I don’t care what you think, Scott,” I whispered, forcing my voice not to crack. My fingers curled tightly in my lap, nails biting into my skin. “Jace is the father. We are getting married soon, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t stir up trouble where there is none.”His eyes flicked toward me briefly, hard and unreadable, before turning back to the road. He didn’t say another word. Instead, his foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the car leaping forward with a guttural roar. My heart clenched in my chest, the silence between us thick and suffocating, broken only by the hum of the engine and the rush of air past the windows.When the boutique loomed ahead, gleaming with glass and gold trimmings, he swung the car into the drive and stopped the engine. Neither of us spoke. I slipped out of the passenger seat, smoothing my gown with trembling hands, trying to keep my chin lifted as though nothing in me was shaking.The moment Scott entered, heads bowed. The staff dipped

Scott Her glass caught the dim light as she swirled the drink, her lips curling into a smirk.“Well,” she said finally, voice cool and deliberate, “that’s not why I’m here.”I lifted a brow and leaned back against the counter, whiskey glass dangling loosely from my fingers. “Of course not,” I murmured with a crooked smile. “You want something. What else could it be? You want me to marry Mia as soon as possible?”Her laugh was soft, dismissive. She set the glass down with a delicate clink. “Oh please, don’t be sarcastic, Scott. I want you and Mia to heal first. Rekindle your chemistry. And I understand…” she waved her hand with casual grace, “that it will take time.”I straightened, narrowing my eyes, trying to see where her game ended and truth began. “Wait,” I said slowly, incredulous, “is that actually what you wanted to say?”Her eyes gleamed with amusement. “You, of all people, should know I deserve a homecoming party. And yet…” She tilted her head, “…you haven’t spoken about it

ScottHer cries grew sharper, louder, until she was writhing in my grip, her body trembling uncontrollably. I kept my mouth locked on her, tongue lashing, sucking her clit harder until she shattered against me with a broken scream, her release flooding over my tongue.I licked her clean, savoring every second, until her legs shook so violently I had to rise and catch her. She sagged against me, chest heaving, her lips parted in dazed moans.I crushed my mouth back onto hers, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. She whimpered, kissing me back hungrily, hands dragging down my chest, clawing at the buttons of my shirt.I didn’t stop her. I stripped the shirt off, tossed it aside, then shoved her dress down, tearing it off her shoulders until she stood there in nothing but bare skin and that helplessly swollen belly that only made her more beautiful to me.I pressed her back against the wall again, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down between her thighs. My fingers pa

Louisa/AgnesThe tray settled across my lap as Jace perched on the edge of the bed, his smile still lingering in his eyes. The steam from the tea curled upward, carrying the faint scent of honey.“Eat,” he said softly, breaking a piece of bread and holding it out toward me.I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I leaned forward and took it from his hand. The bread was warm against my tongue, soft, filling, and yet it was the way he watched me that truly fed me, his gaze steady, adoring, unguarded.He offered another bite, this time brushing his thumb across my lower lip as I chewed. Heat stirred low in my stomach. I stared back at him, unable to look away, tracing every line of his face,the strong set of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, the storm-gray of his eyes that softened only for me.“How are you so handsome?” I murmured without thinking.He chuckled, low and pleased, tearing another piece of bread. “Have you thought of the name we should give our child?”The wor