Todos os capítulos de Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Mabel’s POV“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice barely louder than my breath.Zane’s low laugh brushed against my neck, warm and teasing. “You sure about that, kitten?”His words sent a rush through me. Every inch of him was close, his heat pressing along my back. The rhythm between us slowed, not gone, just shifting into something heavier, deeper. My body responded before my mind could catch up, matching him without thought.He leaned in, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re shaking.”“I’m fine.” I wasn’t fine. I was overwhelmed. The air felt thick with the scent of us and the pull of something I didn’t want to name.When his breath hit my ear, I nearly lost it. “Look at me.”I turned my head enough to meet his eyes. They were darker than before, storm-blue and steady. Everything about that look said mine. And maybe

Seraphina's POV"Dama T is you?" Navy blurted. Her glass paused in midair.My cheeks warmed. I kept my voice even. "Yes."She leaned in like she wanted to touch the label. "No way. You made those?"I smiled, small and careful. "I draw them. I pick fabrics. I run the line."Navy's eyes went wide. She sounded like she had found a secret. "You are my best friend. Do you hear me? Best friend."I flicked my coffee mug to clink her orange juice. Her cheer was loud and plain. It made me lightheaded for a second. It also felt safe.Navy's questions came fast. "Do you do shows? Magazines? Who picks your models? Are the guys handsome?"I watched her phrase the last word like she was tasting it. I made a face. "Pretty, yes. Handsome, no. Too skinny for me."She agreed with a nod and a grin. "That is true. Human fashion loves skinny. Still, you must travel a lot. That looks fun.""I travel some." I kept my to

Mabel’s POV“You’re kidding, right? Lydia is coming here?”Tanisha’s voice was sharp enough to slice through the morning calm. I could tell she didn’t mishear me, but she still looked like she wanted me to take it back.“She is,” I said. “Lydia believes Zane will make her his Luna. He never promised her anything, but he also never rejected her outright. Not until now.”“What?” Tanisha’s eyes widened.I lifted a hand, asking her to slow down. “Zane doesn’t want her. But her father is an Alpha, and if he insults her, he risks turning their pack into an enemy. If he announces I’m his mate too soon, they might target me. He’s trying to manage it carefully.”Tanisha shook her head. “So while he handles her delicately, what are you supposed to do? Watch another woman throw herself at your mate? What happens when the ne

(Mabel’s POV)“Navy, what do you mean by that?” I asked, staring at her across the breakfast table.She sighed like I had missed something obvious. “Now that you and Zane are mates, I guess there goes my plan for men versus women beach volleyball.”I frowned. “Why? You think I can’t play against Zane?”“Would you?” she shot back, glancing at Tanisha. “And you, too. Would you go against Trevon?”Seraphina rubbed her temple like the topic was already giving her a headache. “Being mates doesn’t mean we lost our brains, Navy. Don’t underestimate my sister. I think Mabel’s got some fight in her too.”Navy tilted her head. “I’m not saying they’re weak. But I grew up around Alphas, and trust me, they don’t like losing. If we split up by gender, one of them will lose, and that means sulking or bragging. I don’t want drama before lunch.”I tried to stay neutral, but she had a point. Zane losing anything wasn’t a sight I wanted to see, and him winning might be worse if it came with teasing. Stil

Seraphina’s POV“You are Navy’s brother.”Adrian paused with a half-smile, fork still in hand. “I’m older, so technically she’s my sister.”I kept chewing, watching his face. That didn’t answer what I really meant. Navy made him sound impossible—womanizer, stubborn, full of himself. The man sitting across from me didn’t fit that picture. He looked relaxed, almost shy, feeding me like it was the most natural thing in the world.If this was the same Adrian Navy talked about, she had to be joking.“So,” he said finally, “tell me about yourself.”I smirked. “Do you usually wait thirty minutes after kissing a woman before asking her name?”His eyes widened. “Was it that long?”“Maybe.”He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was stunned by your beauty. Time lost meaning. Pretty sure i