All Chapters of Mate me at Hollywood (18+): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Leonardo's POVA castle under the damn forest. I'll admit, it's genius. Hidden in plain sight, buried where no drone or satellite would bother to peek. If it weren't built by the maniac called Daevid, I’d even call it beautiful.But tonight, this genius fortress will burn.The second I jump out of Lara’s window, I drop into the shrubs below and run through the grasses. The adrenaline in my veins makes me forget that I haven't eaten or slept in two days. I can't afford to rest. Not when the girl I love is about to be sacrificed like a lamb on a golden altar.Finally, I reach the hillcrest overlooking the hidden ravine. Roman is already there, pacing beside the others in the shadow of the trees. His pack are scattered in clusters, sharpening their blades and adjusting disguises. The forest groans with terror.Roman glares the second he sees me. "Where the fuck have you been?!"Liam—ever the loudmouth—leans on a tree and smirks. "I’ll tell you where he’s been. Off to visit his Luna-sacr

LARA's POV The Great Fire of Rome is known as the most devastating blazes in history. Emperor Nero himself set the city on fire... just so he could build a fancy palace on the ashes. Don't quote me, though; I read it once on a sketchy conspiracy forum. But I’ve always wondered why no one who lived through that fire ever wrote a book about it. No How I Escaped the Roman Flames memoir. Now I know why. They were too busy trying to survive. Writing a fucking book was the last thing on anybody's radar. The great fire of Rome raged for 6 days and destroyed almost the entire city. Can you imagine that? Well, fuck that fire. The one I just escaped was ten times hotter, twenty times fiercer, and more dangerous. It's a miracle that I'm alive. I should write a book. The title would probably be... "Miss Lara, you're the King's wife! If he saw you with the commoners, he'll probably skin us alive!" Misrella shrieks dramatically, when she sees me. The evacuation zone is packed with the i

LARA's POV The beast towers over me. This is it, a voice whispers inside me. This is how you die. You never got that law degree or visited home to see your parents. My vision begin to blur as he presses harder on me. And then— Thwip... a small hiss, like air escaping a balloon. The wolf jerks, muscles spasming. His eyes go wide, then glassy. His body sways, before collapsing beside me. My heart races, limbs shaking. I want to scream, but it's trapped in my throat. What in the world just happened? It takes a second before I realize I'm no longer pinned. That I’m still alive. And standing over me… Is David. I see a tranquilizer gun in his hand and he bends to carry me in his arms. "Someone, get a chair," he orders. He sits me in a comfortable chair, then kneels beside me. "Are you hurt?" he asks gently. "N-No. I’m okay." My voice is shaking more than it should. "You’re sure?" Not replying, I glance at the tranquilized werewolf. As it turns back to its human form, I watch,

Leonardo's POV When you’re madly in love with someone, the world stops making sense. Every thought, every breath, every heartbeat... it’s hers. All you want is to touch her, to hold her so close you forget where you end and she begins. To kiss her until every wound between you is erased. To make her laugh because her smile feels like sunlight on your darkest days. To keep her safe at all cost. Being around her is half torture, half heaven. Your chest hurts because you want more—more of her voice, more of her eyes, more of her. Always more. I’ve fought, bled, and nearly died for Lara Bello. And I’d do it all again. She’s walking ahead of me now, pulling me through the shadows of the forest. Silent, and determined. I don’t even ask where, because I trust her. I’d follow her anywhere. She stops in front a wall of tangled vines and says, breathless: "This way. No one knows about this place but me." She parts the vines to reveal a gray, narrow tunnel carved into stone, hidden so w

Leonardo's POV No is a word Lena just doesn’t seem to understand. Maybe she hears it as "not yet," or "convince me harder," or maybe it just bounces off completely. I want to let her down gently, kindly. But she keeps forcing me to rip the bandage off, over and over. My reply is calm and gentle. "Lena, you can't keep doing this. You think you love me, but you actually don't. If you did, sleeping with Roman wouldn't have even crossed your mind. You just hate being rejected." Lips quivering, she places her hand gently on her belly. "I'm carrying your baby. Our baby. I need you with me." My eyes drop to her stomach. A month ago, you wouldn’t even know she was pregnant. I offered to take her for an ultrasound back then, she refused. Honestly, I’d started to wonder if she’d made it all up. But now, with a bump so round, there's no denying it. A baby’s really in there. Maybe two. "Ahh," Lena winces sharply, then clutches the bottom of her belly, "Fuck, that hurts." My petrified hea