Semua Bab I Came Back For My Alpha and Mate: Bab 131 - Bab 136

Louisa/Agnes The wall at my back was rough and cold, but all I felt was his heat pressing into me. His hands slid from my waist up my sides, fingers digging in as though he feared I might vanish. I gasped against his lips when his palm cupped my breast through the thin fabric, his thumb grazing over the peak until I trembled.“Kaleb…” My voice broke around his name, half-moan, half-plea.His groan vibrated into my mouth as he kissed me harder, devouring me. His other hand tugged at my dress, bunching it at my thighs until the fabric rode high, leaving my legs bare to his touch. His fingertips traced upward, teasing the sensitive skin just short of where I needed him most.I arched into him, clutching at his hair, dragging him closer. The desperation between us was a living thing, clawing to break free after sixty years of silence. He pressed his thigh between mine, forcing them apart, and the friction sent sparks racing through me.I whimpered, grinding against him without shame, my

Scott Jace’s boots clicked against the marble as he strode toward us, his posture unnervingly composed. His eyes swept the room once, then settled on me.“The witch habitating Louisa’s body,” he said calmly, almost too calmly, “is Agnes Hales.”My body stiffened, the name slamming into me like a blade to the gut. My eyes narrowed. “What?”Ayana gasped, “Agnes Hales… one of the three witches who returned for the destruction of your family.”Jace’s lips curved into something dangerously close to a smile. “Not anymore. I think she’s had a change of heart.”My stomach twisted. I stepped closer, searching his face for the brother I knew, but all I found was someone different. Jace wasn't the one to be easily fooled.“You sound bewitched, brother.” I voiced out.He closed the distance between us, his eyes boring into mine, his voice steady and unyielding. “I’m not bewitched, brother.”George scoffed. “Agnes Hales was the regent of the coven your grandfather butchered. Do you really think a

ScottHer smirk didn’t falter even as my fingers pressed tighter against her throat. Slowly, deliberately, she slipped a hand into her pocket. For a moment, I thought she might pull a blade, but instead she drew out a folded paper, old and creased at the edges.“Here,” she rasped.I hesitated, then released her with a shove. My hand snatched the paper from her grasp. The rough texture brushed against my fingertips as I unfolded it. Symbols spiraled across the page, twisted lines, unfamiliar letters, markings that made my head ache just staring at them.“What is this?” I growled.“The spell,” she replied smoothly, rubbing her throat where my grip had been.I turned, shoving the paper into George’s hands.At once, Louisa’s guards lowered their weapons. A ripple of movement followed, my guards lowering theirs reluctantly, eyes still sharp with suspicion. Ayana flicked her wrists, and the glow pinning Jace to the wall sputtered out. He crashed to the floor, coughing, his hand instinctivel