All Chapters of MATED TO MY NEMESIS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kyra's POV That morning, probably because of the banquet that will be taking place in the evening, I did not sleep in as usual. The moment George opened his eyes, I also woke up.“Good morning.” His voice was hoarse from sleep, and it made my ears tingle.“Good morning,” I replied, raising my head to kiss his chin.He chuckled deeply, then wrapped his finger around my chin to kiss my lips. The kiss was light and free from lust.“Hungry?” He asked softly, and I was about to shake my head when my stomach made an embarrassing gurgling noise.I lowered my head, heat flaring in my cheeks.George laughed in a low tone, “I will take that as a yes.”After planting a kiss on my forehead, he stepped down from the bed and entered the bathhouse. He seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, but I can't forget.Not long after he came out, I also went in for a quick cleanup and came out just in time to see a middle-aged woman, dressed in plain outfits, at the entrance. “Alpha, I have brou

Kyra's POV The hall was silent, but the rate at which my heart pounded in my chest was alarming. My palm was sweaty due to my anxiety, and George seemed to have felt it because he tightened his hold around my hand. His palm was larger, and even though I had held a sword all my life, mine was still smaller compared to his and was completely covered. I stared at our interlocked hands and exhaled lightly. “We gather to witness this union that has been sealed by fate and destiny. Today, Miss Kyra shall also be crowned as Luna, equal in strength and authority, the woman beside the Alpha. According to the customs, Miss Kyra's contributions to the pack have made her eligible to be the Luna, apart from the fact that she's his mate. She has saved numerous lives in the pack and has also trained our warriors.” “Not only that, but she has proven herself to be loyal and honest by saving the Alpha from foes and spies. As a woman of strength and a woman who can take the Alpha's place in his abs

Kyra's POV "The maid who was killed just a few days ago?” “What's going on? Why are her parents here?” “Could it be that they want to claim that it was an injustice?” “What injustice? She is a spy working together with Harley; she's just unluckier because Harley is not dead yet.” I stared at Mara's parents, who had their heads lowered anxiously. Before I could say anything, the Great Elder, who had been silent, suddenly bellowed. “What is the meaning of this? Why would the Luna allow these people into such an event? I bet they are also spies, so they should be imprisoned instead of allowing them to walk around and destroy the peace of the pack.” I glanced at him and smiled. “Elder Marcellus cares a lot about the pack, and I must applaud you for that; you care so much that you only care about executing anybody who merely comes out to say something. But if everyone is executed, won't the pack be left with nothing? Moreover, will the truth not remain hidden forever? If not becau

Kyra's POV In that instant, the people quickly began objecting to what she had just said. “She did not kill anyone? Are we blind or stupid?” “A lot of people died under the attack of the people from the Dark Wolf clan, and I'm certain Harley had been the one to send back the intel that gave them a chance to enter the pack while pretending to be commoners.” “Does Miss Harley take us for fools? The truth is clearly laid in front of us, and you expect us to just ignore it?” “What a joke. She has done everything wrong, and you still keep speaking for her?” “I can't blame her. Harley is her mate, and I would also do the same if I were in her place, not caring about moral values or anything else.” “Even still, they should both be punished.” “Not just them, but the Great Elder as well.” However, Diana was not done yet. She began speaking once again, “In addition, the attack on Ky…the Luna that day was orchestrated by my uncle, Elder Marcus. He paid a rogue leader to get rid of Lun

Kyra's POV The result of our passionate night was me waking up at noon with a sore lower body and aching waist. Even though I normally heal on time, it was different this time.My eyes felt sore and swollen too, and when I remembered how that came to be, heat flared on my cheeks in embarrassment. Initially, I had been very eager last night, taking the initiative, and had several rounds with George. But as time went by, I became speechless and even slightly fearful of his stamina. He doesn't seem to get tired at all, and I knew he would continue to go like that until whenever, which was quite scary to me. So, I resorted to begging for mercy, but who would have thought it would stimulate him even more?And then, I cried. I cried due to hours of extreme stimulation and pleasure, and due to my exhaustion. But I don't understand why he only gets turned on the more I cry. It was last night that I realized that not only was George a narcissist, but he was also a masochist. Because no mat