All Chapters of The Alpha's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Selene pov “Kael, I can’t… too much…” “One more,” he said to me. “Give me one more and then I’ll fuck you.” His tongue worked relentlessly. Focused entirely on my clit. The third orgasm built faster. When it hit, I sobbed. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. He licked me through it. Gentling his touch as I came down. When I opened my eyes, he was hovering over me. His cock hard and ready between us. “Now you’re ready,” he said. He positioned himself at my entrance. The thick head pressing against my opening. My eyes opened wildly at the size of it. No wonder he was preparing me so patiently my mate was more than endowed. “Last chance,” he said. My voice was strained. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” “I don’t want to go back.” I reached up. Cupped his face. “I want this. I want you. All of you.” And I meant every word I said , my memories returned with feelings so fierce I couldn’t hide it no matter how much I tried. I was utterly completely in love w

Kael POV I woke up with Selene draped across my chest. Her head rested over my heart. One leg thrown over mine. Her arm around my waist like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. I didn’t move. I just lay there, feeling the weight of her. The realness of her. The bond hummed between us. It was no longer fragmented or strained. We were now complete. It felt like coming home after being lost for five hundred years. I could feel her in ways I’d never been able to before. Not just through our connection, but through her. Her dreams. Her emotions. Her heartbeat synced perfectly with mine. Mine, my wolf purred with absolute satisfaction. Finally, Finally ours. I ran my fingers through her hair gently. Careful not to wake her. She looked peaceful. No more shadows under her eyes. No more fear etched into her features. I could feel the difference in myself too. I felt stronger. More focused. Like something essential had been missing and was finally restored. The power flowin

Selene POV I found Lyra in one of the guest chambers on the second floor. The room was small but comfortable, with soft afternoon light filtering through gauze curtains that made everything look almost peaceful. Almost. Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, freshly bathed and wearing clean clothes that Maria must have provided. Her hair was still damp, hanging in loose waves around her shoulders. The dirt and blood had been scrubbed away, but the exhaustion remained etched into every line of her face. She looked fragile. Like a strong wind could knock her over. But I knew better than to mistake fragility for weakness. I pushed the door open slowly, and her head snapped up immediately. Her eyes went wide with something between relief and terror. “Selene,” she breathed. Before I could say anything, she was rushing toward me. “Thank you,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Thank you for helping me. For not leaving me out there. For…” She reached for me. And stopped. He

Kael pov I caught her wrists in one hand, slammed them above her head against the wall, and devoured her mouth until she was gasping, trembling, hips grinding against me in frantic little circles. I ripped her shirt open. Buttons pinged off the floor like bullets. Her bra snapped under my fingers. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked, begging. I bent and took one deep into my mouth, and sucked hard with my teeth scraping the sensitive tip. Her back bowed off the wall so violently her shoulders left the plaster. “Ahhhhh…Kael!” The sound cracked through the room, raw, desperate, and perfect. I pulled off just long enough to rasp against her skin, voice gravel and smoke, “Louder. Let me hear how much you need this.” I dropped to my knees, shoved her jeans and panties down in one savage yank. She was drenched, her tights were slick, and glistening with her arousal. I spread her wide with my shoulders and dragged my tongue up her slit. My eyes rolled to the back of my h

Emily POV I sat in the corner of the tavern, my third ale warming in my hand. The liquid sloshed slightly as my fingers trembled, not from the alcohol but from the rage that had been simmering in my chest for months. The scar on my finger throbbed. It always did when I thought about her. Selene. The bitch who’d stolen everything from me without even trying. I pressed down on the scar, welcoming the sharp pain. Remembering the cold fury in Sylvester’s eyes as he’d held the knife to my hand. I’d spent years trying to catch Sylvester’s attention. Years training harder than anyone else, making myself invaluable to Moonveil, proving my worth over and over again. I was the perfect Luna. And he didn’t want me. But her? She’d done nothing.Just a pathetic useless shewolf.It made me want to vomit. The tavern around me was packed tonight. Pack members crammed into every available space, their voices rising as the ale flowed and their frustrations mounted. The air was thick with smoke