Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Scorned Mate : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Levi Watching Phoebe sleep curled into my pillow, I run my fingers through her soft hair and take in her scent. The palace around us is silent, everyone either asleep or avoiding our wing, knowing that Phoebe has a hard time sleeping with her pregnancy so advanced. Yet, I know I will need to wake her up in a few minutes so that Claira, Jiya, and Aileen can come in and help her get ready for the coronation later today. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to find my mate when I chose to do the royal tour. I was prepared to hate Phoebe for the rest of my life, ready to blame her for chasing my mate away. Now, I realize that it was my own incompetence as an alpha and as a man that nearly ruined my life by not listening to the she-wolf I grew up with—the she-wolf who turned out to be everything I always wanted. “Levi?” Phoebe’s sleepy voice calls out, and I chuckle, finding her blue eyes staring up at me, still hazy with sleep. “Good morning, baby,” I whisper, bending down an

Levi Watching Phoebe laze on a lounge chair surrounded by lunas, with Savannah in a bassinet to her left and Saben sitting beside her, I can’t help but feel like my life has reached peak happiness. Her crown had been replaced with a dainty tiara after we left the throne room before the ball started. I knew she was still getting used to the feeling of being connected to all of werewolf-kind as the luna queen, so I took her to a quiet room to rest, where Saben and Savannah were waiting for us. Now, four hours into the ball, I can tell that Phoebe is ready to call it a night. It’s the way she fights to keep her eyes open and rubs her pregnant belly absently. I know I have to step in to rescue my little family and bring them to our wing of the palace so we can put our pups to bed before climbing into our own for the night. “Your Majesty, you seem distracted,” a wolf calls out, and I turn to find Alpha Morrison of the High Tides pack on the coast of Quebec looking at me. “Sorry,

Selene“Don’t worry,” Jax growled, locking his eyes onto mine. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He chuckled.Bite? What had I gotten myself into? He looked at me so intensely that it was as though his eyes were boring into my body.I scooched backward on the bed, the silk sheets sliding under my ass until my back was up against the headboard. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. I’d agreed to submit to him fully, but I had no clue what that really meant.I was fairly inexperienced when it came to the whole sex thing.Okay—I was completely inexperienced. Sure, I’d kissed a few boys. I’d let them paw at me with rough, overly eager hands, reaching between my legs and up my shirt. But honestly, it hadn’t really done much for me. Their mouths were always so wet, so sloppy. Some of the other omegas my age had sex on the regular. I heard them whispering about it, saying how good it was.But me? I just didn’t see what the appeal was.Until now.The way Jax was looking at me with

SeleneThere was a soft knock on the door.“Come in,” I said in a sing-song voice. It was the maid coming to show me to my room, and I was feeling pretty good about myself.That lasted all of five seconds.Three maids burst through the door. They took one look at me in bed with the sheets up to my chin and started giggling. I was suddenly very self-conscious.“Get out of bed, Selene,” one of them said, shooting me daggers with her eyes.“You...you know my name?” I asked, gripping the sheets more tightly.“Of course we do. You’re Marion’s girl, right?”I nodded.“Look at you,” a different maid said, clicking her tongue. “Aren’t you the lucky one?”Their tone was caustic and abrasive. I didn’t understand. Why were they looking at me like they wanted to kill me?“Word spreads fast around here,” the first maid said. She came towards me and tugged hard at the sheets. I wasn’t expecting that. The sheets flew back. I gasped, covering my naked chest with my arms as best I could.“What the?”“

Selene I admired myself in the full-length mirror. I cleaned up nicely, I had to admit. I’d chosen a burgundy, floor-length gown. I’d never owned a piece of burgundy clothing, let alone a floor-length gown. It was taffeta and the skirt made a swishing sound when I walked. The sound alone made me feel important. My hair was piled high on my head and pinned in just the right places. Tendrils fell from the pile, framing my face. My make-up was light, but it accentuated my eyes and lips. I felt like a fucking princess and had to resist the urge to twirl around in circles like an idiot. The maids had been tolerable while I dressed. Their attitude was a far cry from friendly, but they weren’t being overtly bitchy anymore, so it was a win in my mind. “Is it time for dinner?” I asked the maids in my reflection. “No. Not yet.” “Huh,” I replied. Truth be told, I was ravenous. It had been a long night and I was looking forward to some food. I could only imagine what type of dinner we’d b