All Chapters of My Mate Is Another Woman's Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

“Didn’t we… last night?” I manage to whisper, my words shaky. My head is spinning, thoughts dissolving in the haze — but I need to know.“No,” the werewolf growls softly against my ear, brushing his lips over my earlobe. “And for that, I deserve a monument for self-control.” His breath is hot, his voice low and rough. “Do you even know what it’s like—to feel your mate’s desire burning through you and still hold back?”The brunette keeps caressing me, his fingers exploring, his lips scattering kisses over my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks. My head falls back onto his shoulder, granting him full access as shivers race down my spine.“It was your wolf who took over completely,” he murmurs, his tone both firm and tender. “But I need you—your mind, your heart. I need to see your desire, to know that you truly understand who you belong to.”His words strike me deeply. He hadn’t given in last night. Despite everything, he held himself back… for me.And yet, maybe it would’ve been easier if I

In the living room, all the women of the family are sitting around having tea, chatting politely—until we appear. The conversations die instantly, and every head turns toward us. I wish the ground would swallow me whole as they all begin to inhale sharply, sniffing the air. Damn werewolves.This is an absolute disaster.I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life. My face—no, my entire body—turns crimson, like a ripe tomato. My cheeks are burning so hot, I could probably fry an egg on them.My mother covers her mouth in horror, my aunt’s eyes blaze with anger, and I don’t even dare look at anyone else. But then I meet Camilla’s furious, hate-filled gaze. She’s on her feet in an instant, storming toward us with a glare that could kill.“So, how was it under my fiancé, you whore?!” Camilla shouts, raising her hand to strike me—but Robert catches her wrist just in time, a warning growl rumbling from his chest. Honestly, she might as well have hit me. I feel so awful right now—guilty

Robert Stepping out onto the veranda, I see Elizabeth sitting with my grandmother, her friend, and Gustav. They’re chatting animatedly about something, though I can’t hear a word—they’ve completely lost me. My gaze is fixed only on her—my blue-eyed angel. Two days. Just two days have completely turned my life upside down. A couple of days ago, if someone had told me that I’d be ready to give up everything for one single woman, I would’ve laughed in their face. Thanks to my grandmother, everything turned out in our favor. It was her idea from the start. When she asked me yesterday how I felt about the whole situation, I answered honestly. “I’m madly drawn to Elizabeth—she’s my mate. But they’re trying to force me to marry Camilla,” I said quietly. Grandma and her friend exchanged sympathetic looks, and then she placed a hand on my shoulder. “Well then,” she asked slyly, peering straight into my soul, “whose scent makes your fangs itch to bite—Camilla’s or Elizabeth’s?” “Elizab

When I finished, I looked in the mirror, satisfied. I’d done my hair, touched up my makeup, and slipped into the new lingerie set I’d bought earlier — complete with stockings and high heels. “Eli!” Robert’s voice grew louder, strained with impatience. “Stop ignoring me and come out!” I ignored him, calmly applying lipstick. Then — crash. I flinched as the bathroom door flew off its hinges. At this point, it was almost becoming a tradition. In the doorway stood my husband, breathing hard, anger still lingering in his expression. But when his gaze swept over me — over the stockings, the lace, the curves — everything about his look changed. I lifted a brow at him in mock reproach, and his eyes flashed gold, slowly tracing every inch of me. I could see the hunger there, raw and possessive. In a single motion, he was in front of me, reaching out to pull me into his arms — but I stopped him with my hand pressed firmly against his chest. “Ugh,” I grimace. “Shower first. I wasn’t kidd