All Chapters of Mated to the Devil Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aphrodite I sighed contentedly as I admired the soft glow of the moon from my open window, its milky rays spilling across the windowsill, and the steady rhythm of Asher's heartbeat lulled me towards sleep.He held me so close, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my back as I stared ahead, deep in thought.“You're curious, aren't you? I know you have so many questions. I can feel it through our bond,” he murmured. I blinked slowly, clearing the haze of my thoughts, and looked up at him with my chin resting on his broad chest. He stared down at me, waiting for my response.“Yes. I'm curious how you found out I was a Devil Wolf and about the low possibility of me having children,” I murmured. He hummed, swallowing as he held me closer.“I suspected for a while," he began softly, "but I only found out when Sophia poisoned your necklace.” I gasped in realisation of his words; that must be why the poison didn't do as much damage as it did to Hilda.He paused, brushing a strand of hair away

Asher I narrowed my eyes at him, but his gaze was fixed on my mate, staring at her with a condescending air. It made my blood boil with anger, but I held back from lashing out. I bit down on my tongue so hard that I tasted blood and clenched my fists until they turned white.“She’s not a bitch, Father. She’s my mate. Show some respect,” I growled, my eyes flashing with anger.Father's gaze flicked to our joined hands, his expression hardening at the sight of my mother's ring on Aphrodite's finger.“Respect? You threw away a perfectly good alliance for her,” he sneered, taking a slow drag from his cigar.“What you did yesterday has cost us an important alliance, and the only way you would marry this woman is over my dead body,” he seethed, and I scoffed.“Look at her. She was your matchmaker, and now she's your mate,” he chuckled dryly, his eyes devoid of mirth.“I don't smell her rank. Are you sure she's not just a conniving bitch using you for your power?” He snapped, his eyes zeroi

Aphrodite I finished up my work for the day and walked out of my office, shutting the door behind me before heading down the corridor to Lara's office. I found her arranging the open files sprawled haphazardly on her desk. She smiled when she saw me walk in, and I returned it with a wave.“Are you ready?” I asked, leaning against the door frame with a raised brow.“Yep,” she replied, stacking the last file in its place in the cabinet. She picked up her handbag and rounded her desk, and I walked out with Lara in tow. I nodded at the security on my way out, and we headed to our parked car.“We should drop by the mall on the way; there's something I want to get,” she said. I arched my brow at her but mumbled an "okay" before pulling out of the driveway.I glanced at my side mirror, noting the tinted SUV filled with pack warriors trailing behind us for security. I rolled my eyes and looked away, but said nothing. Even though I wasn't comfortable with the entourage, I understood it was fo

Aphrodite Ronan strode confidently into the party like he owned the fucking place, a condescending smile stretching tightly across his lips. He approached our table without a word, pulled out a chair, and sat down, arching a brow as his gaze swept across the table to mine before locking onto Asher's gaze.“Isn't it funny that I had to hear the news of my son's mating ritual from a different source?” He chuckled dryly, picking up an empty wine glass and uncorking the wine bottle in front of him to pour himself a drink.“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't feel the need to inform you of every single thing I decide to do, Father,” Asher responded, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ronan scoffed, taking a leisurely sip of his wine before turning to me, his hardened gaze locking with mine.“I don't know what it is about her that you find appealing enough to want to taint our bloodline,” he seethed. Asher almost stood, but I placed a hand over his thigh under the table, calming him down—if only a little

Aphrodite It was the morning of my wedding, and I sat staring into space, my heart racing as my mind conjured up various scenarios where the wedding wouldn't be a success. I exhaled a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm the fast palpitations of my heart that made me feel sick to my stomach.The urge to vomit surged within me, but I pushed it down, determined not to let anything ruin this special day.The team of stylists behind me moved in a muted frenzy, trying to get last-minute things in order, making me feel like I was in a movie. The stylist gasped the moment she finished her work and stepped back, cupping her hand over her chest.“My queen, you look breathtaking.” I blinked back the haze from my eyes at the sound of my stylist's voice, whose name was Alice, and focused on my reflection in the mirror.A beautiful woman stared back at me, and I blinked in surprise at how different I looked, almost not recognising myself. My makeup was flawlessly done, with smoky eyes and lips lined