Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Mabel’s POV“Are you sure you want this?” Zane’s voice dropped low, almost a growl, like he already knew my answer.I didn’t bother with words. My hands slid to his waistband, tugging his pants lower while I sank to my knees. His breath hitched, sharp, and that was all the permission I needed.The rush of his emotions crashed into me—desire, hunger, approval. It poured straight into my chest like liquid fire. My own anxiety vanished.I wrapped my lips around him, hot and slick, tasting him as my tongue teased the tip.“Hisss…” he exhaled between his teeth. His hands landed heavy on my shoulders when his knees buckled. The sound of his groan, the way his body shivered under my mouth—it made my pulse skip.“Come down,” I whispered, pulling back just long enough to look up at him.He obeyed instantly, dropping beside me with a rough thud. His pants

Sullivan’s POV“Are you going to stop me from going?” I asked, my voice firmer than I expected.Mother’s eyes lingered on me. She wanted to say yes, I could see it in the twitch of her lips and the tension in her jaw. But she knew better. If she blocked me now, I would find another way. She had raised me to be stubborn.“No,” she said at last. “I came only to confirm that you know what you are doing.”“I know what I feel.” I drew a breath, steadying myself. “I can’t ignore my instincts without regretting it. If Mabel is the one from Cassandra’s prophecy, she doesn’t even know who she is. It was one thing when she was an unknown girl, but now her face is printed in magazines beside Alpha Zane. Eyes are on her. For some reason he’s protecting her, and I want to know why. The documents show she only came of age recently. If her powers wake, she’ll

Mabel’s POV“Nelle isn’t the enemy,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be. “She’s just hurt. If she finds something to keep her mind busy until she meets her mate, she’ll forget about Trevon. The girl she used to be will come back.”Zane’s eyes narrowed on me, but his chest expanded like my words warmed him. He always looked at me like I was more than I thought I was.“I know you mean well,” he said. His thumb brushed the side of my hand. “But you can’t force people to take help they don’t want. Tina has been talking to her since Trevon’s news spread. I spoke to Nelle last night. She’s not listening.”I swallowed. His tone was flat, but the weight behind it pressed against me. Zane wasn’t blind. He saw the way Nelle’s glare cut sharper each time. He knew her defiance wasn’t fading.I hated that my chest tightened with guilt. Nelle grew up in this packhouse. Tossing her out felt cruel, even if she was lashing at me.Zane tilted my chin up, his gaze steady. “I won’t ask you to f

Mabel’s POV“Should we come back later?”Tyler’s voice cut through the haze, and I jerked back from Zane like a guilty teenager caught making out behind the gym. Heat rushed up my neck. My hands flew to my shirt even though there wasn’t a wrinkle on it.Zane just stood, calm as ever, like being caught kissing me on the floor of the study was nothing at all.“This is fine,” he said smoothly, brushing off the moment. “I want to double-check the training plans with Tyler. And you,” he glanced at me, “need Vivian.”Vivian was already smiling as if she’d walked into a romance comedy. “Or we could all go for lunch. Brimvale has a dozen nice restaurants. Tina isn’t here, so our choices are either eat out or cook for ourselves.”“I can make sandwiches,” I blurted. The words rushed out before I thought about them. Sandwiches were safe. Even I couldn’t ruin bread and vegetables.Vivian’s mouth twisted like she’d just bitten into a sour fruit. “Sandwiches?”“Yes.” I tried to sound firm. “We’re bu

Mabel’s POV"Who are you calling mate?" My wolf’s voice cracked through me before Zane could even take a breath. Her tone was sharp, disgust curling around every word.Zane blinked, startled, like the floor had just shifted under him. "I… I’m Zane Blake. Alpha of the Stonebrook. Mabel’s mate." He tried to steady himself, his voice calm but too rehearsed. "I was looking forward to meeting you.""Save it." My wolf’s glare was cold. "You’re nothing but a stinky boy. Not worthy of her."The hit landed. Zane stiffened, jaw tight, shoulders drawn like he was bracing for a blow.He forced a nod. "No one is worthy of Mabel.""You less than anyone," my wolf shot back. "Promiscuous bastard."Zane’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. The weight of her scorn was heavy, pressing into him. He swallowed, then spoke, low and rough. "I can’t undo my past. But since Mabel