All Chapters of The Mute Mate: Moonlight and Betrayal : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A wide and evil smile spread across Prisca's face, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent, as she watched Fiona approach the basement through the strategically placed surveillance cameras that covered both the exterior and interior of the building, her anticipation growing with each step that brought her nemesis closer to her twisted trap."She came." She muttered in surprise as a snicker left her mouth."Well.... why wouldn't she...." She turned to face Kelvin who was still bundled up at a corner. She walked up to him and crouched close to where he was."...when her precious bastard is here with me." She added, her amusement only growing as she watched the boy's eyes drooping. He was about to fall asleep but tried his best to stay awake.She scoffed in disdain as she watched him struggle to resist the venom's potent effects, his efforts only exacerbating the dire situation. It was almost laughable, the way he strained against the inevitable, his determination faltering in the face

As Michael's gaze locked onto Prisca, he was convinced she'd lost all grip on reality, her madness now glaringly apparent. She genuinely believed that killing his loved ones would somehow pave the way for a blissful life together with him, but what she failed to grasp was that if harm came to Fiona and Kelvin, Michael would ensure she paid the ultimate price for her cruelty, hunting her down to the depths of hell if need be, his determination to make her suffer burning brighter with every passing moment.Since she was so hellbent on killing them, the only thing he could do was try to negotiate with her before the backup arrives."I will do anything you want, just let them go." He said, expressing his willingness to go the extra mile for their safety.Prisca, in stark contrast, was electrified by the sight of Michael's anguish, her excitement growing palpable as she gazed upon his tormented expression, a twisted glint of satisfaction dancing in her eyes."You're begging... now??" She

Simon stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the narrow crack in the basement door, watching intently from the shadows. He had been patiently waiting for the ideal moment to make his move—to strike with precision and purpose. But from what he could see, the opportunity he needed just wasn’t presenting itself. The situation on the other side of the door was far too tense, far too unpredictable. Every second that passed only added to his frustration, as it became increasingly clear that barging in now would be a mistake. He needed the perfect opening—and it simply hadn’t come yet.Earlier, he had stopped the other guards from going in when he sighted the detonator in Prisca’s hand. If she sees all of them at once or even notices that she had more company, she was going to blow up the whole building.He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let more people die so instead, he decided to go himself. His eyes moved to where Fiona and Kelvin lay.He was growing impatient as they both seemed li

Melissa's gaze was drawn to Fiona's face, where she saw a reflection of her concern. Fiona's eyes, once bright and determined, now brimmed with sadness and pain, her expression crumbling under the weight of the news. She looked fragile, as if the slightest touch would shatter her composure, and Melissa could sense the emotional turmoil brewing beneath the surface, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.Fiona's perspective on Michael had undergone a profound transformation since Melissa's arrival at the pack house. Gone were the days of animosity and resentment, replaced by a deep-seated care and affection for him. Despite the tumultuous past and the pain he had caused, Fiona's feelings had evolved, and she now loved him unconditionally, her heart having forgiven the wounds of the past.Melissa sighed in defeat. She didn't want to do this at first because of what Fiona told her she passed through at Michael’s and his family's hands.Melissa had secretly hoped that Michael's fate

He rolled her over, lying on top of her and pinning her beneath him. Then he whispered in a deep, lustful, and possessive voice;"Tonight... you are mine and you are not allowed to say no."Fiona stared at him silently, the glint in her eyes were telling him that she wanted this, she wanted him as much as he wanted her."I'm all yours." That was all Michael needed to hear. He pressed his lips against hers again. He nibbled on her lips and gave them soft bites.He began to trail soft, lingering kisses along her collarbone, his lips moving lower with agonizing slowness until they reached the top of her chest. Each kiss was deliberate, feather-light yet searing with anticipation. Fiona shifted beneath him, her body reacting instinctively to his touch, a mixture of tension and yearning building with every second. He felt her squirming restlessly, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The sight of her already writhing with need nearly made him laugh—he hadn’t even truly begun yet