All Chapters of His Mate, His Son, His Regret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VIVIANI just watch as carli takes a deep breath, and I take a long sip of my iced tea. I'm not one to drink, but Carli definitely is. She has been keeping the drinks flowing since this morning, and Grandma was more than happy to have her 'guards' start whipping up margaritas and other concoctions.Dusty and Chris seem more than willing to obey anything Grandma tells them to do. Max, the big pushover, probably ordered them to keep her calm and happy. I'm just glad she hasn't told them to work with their shirts off or anything embarrassing like that.She is ornery now that she is in a place where she can relax. I will forever be grateful to the pack, my mate, and Max for that.I sit back in my chair, sipping my drink, and listen intently as Carli begins to tell me about her mom."My mom didn't abandon me like yours did, per se. No. Unlike you, I had the misfortune of having to grow up under my neglectful and abusive mom. I was raised as the alpha's daughter, and I always thought that

VIVIAN"Mmh, I missed you so bad, my love.” Valentine growls softly, running his nose down my neck. "I needed you.""I needed you too,” I laughed softly. I can feel how much he really did need me. His anxiety seems to be melting away at my touch.I walked back to his office with him, leaving Marvel with Max, who was more than willing to babysit. Valentine had to get ready to go retrieve his mom and Eric from the vampire coven, and I could tell that he was having a hard time.He may not have had the best relationship with his mom, but she still loved and raised him. I can't imagine the conflicting feelings stirring inside of him. What she did was horrible, and if Marvel gets hurt because of her decisions, I pray my egg donor's vampire bite kills her like Simone and Carli explained to me it could. That doesn't change the fact that she is his mother, though.Through all her faults, she raised him, and from the stories I heard from everyone before we found out about what she did, I truly

VALENTINEAfter seeing the state Eric was in, Addison asked for one more favor, and I agreed. It takes a few minutes for a staff member from the clinic to bring what we need, but once it arrives we are ready to begin.The metal door to Eric’s cell creaks loudly as it opens. They’re made that way,,made to groan hauntingly so the criminal inside knows a threat is coming. So they can feel the imminent pressure of their doom upon them.He looked dead, black veins snaking on his sweat-soaked neck and face. Even his hands have black, spidery veins all over them, his nail beds rotten and falling off.He smells rotten, like raw sewage and decay.The poison is decaying his body, killing him. This is how most werewolves react to severe vampire bites when left untreated. Only a very small percentage are able to be bitten without a reaction. Simone, for instance, is bitten and sired to Vincent, and she was able to not just survive but thrive from his bite.It took Eric great effort as he lay on t

VIVIAN Thanks to Parker and Carli's guilt, Valentine got to spend a much-needed afternoon with me and Marvel, though it was spent with all of us in his office. But Max got a much-needed long nap. I really was feeling bad for the guy. He needed some sleep.Parker is taking charge of the patrols for the rest of the day, and Carli, last I saw, was at the warrior center with Reese strapped to the front of her, barking insults at a large group of men she would only address as the scrotum of Blue Cliff. It was hilarious when we walked over to the warrior center with her after lunch, and the big group of big, bad wolves started to grumble about having to be led by her, a woman, and not Valentine. She put them in their place really fast.Everyone was given the nickname "Taint" or "Gonad," and then was told to push Canada until she got tired, or it pushed back, whichever came first. That was after she asked me to hold Reese for a second, found the biggest among the group, and laid him on his

VIVIAN“What an amazing night,” I giggled, snuggled against Valentine. Valentine rolls to his side, smiling smugly. “I’m an inspirational kind of guy.” Yeah, he is. My whole body is still buzzing with inspiration. I’m full and satisfied in so many ways.“Thank you for dinner,” I told him. “It was good. Almost as good as the rest of the night.”“I’m practically a pro,” he boasts.“At cooking or sex?” I grin.“Both,” he snorts. I laughed softly. “No arguments here.”He cups my face, running his thumbs over my cheeks. “Goddess, you’re gorgeous.”I blush shyly. I’m glad he thinks so. Valentine has never made me feel anything but beautiful.I traced the outline of his lips. His lips perk out, lightly kissing my fingertips. Our feet tangle together under the sheets. I’m totally content just being in his arms.He finally got rid of that damn apron sometime in the middle of what we were doing, and I plan on washing the thing and having him wear it at least once a week. His bare ass on full di