All Chapters of My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He set me gently on the edge of the table, the worn wood cool beneath my thighs. My legs dangled, swinging slightly, and I shifted to find balance. The single lamp on the nearby shelf cast a warm, golden pool around us, softening the sharp edges of the library but doing nothing to dull the sharper edges of his presence. Light glanced off the lenses of his glasses, hiding his eyes for a moment before revealing them again and they were dark, watchful and impossible to read.“Am I… heavy?” I asked, the question small and cautious, barely louder than the rain still tapping against the windows.His chuckle was low, resonant, rolling through the quiet space and straight into my chest. “Not even close,” he murmured, the words laced with something that made my skin prickle. He didn’t move away. Instead, he planted his hands on either side of my hips, caging me in without touching, his arms forming quiet barriers I suddenly didn’t want to escape. The faint scent of his cologne that smelled ced

I waved at Josh through the frosted window of his beat-up Jeep, forcing a bright smile until he pulled away from the curb. The moment his taillights disappeared around the corner, the smile slipped off my face like melting snow. My boots crunched over the thin layer of ice on the driveway as I let myself into the empty house, the silence greeting me like an old friend.I dropped my backpack by the door, kicked off my boots, and headed straight for the bathroom upstairs. The mirror was still fogged from this morning’s shower, but I wiped a circle clear with my sleeve and stared at the girl looking back at me.Flushed cheeks. Wide eyes that couldn’t quite hide the secret buzzing under my skin.Sylvara stirred inside me, her voice a low, *You were bold today, little one.*I rolled my eyes at my own reflection, but I couldn’t deny it. I couldn't deny what happened in the library and to think, the weather was perfect. My heart was racing the whole time. Sylvara’s laughter rippled through

~Evelyn’s POV~Mr Evander's arm stayed locked around my waist as we pushed off again, his body a solid wall of heat against the winter chill. Every time I wobbled, he adjusted instantly…thigh sliding between mine, hand tightening on my hip, voice low in my ear telling me exactly how to shift my weight, moon goddess help me,it gave me chills.“Trust me, little one. Let me move you.”And God help me, I did.The first hour was a mess of stumbles and near-falls. My blades caught edges I didn’t know existed; my ankles threatened mutiny. But I never hit the ice, not once. Every time gravity pulled, Mr. Evander was there catching me mid-collapse, lifting me back into position with effortless strength. His chest against my back, his breath warm on my neck, his quiet chuckle vibrating through me when I squeaked in panic.“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured after the fifth almost-fall, spinning me slowly so we faced each other. His hands framed my ribs, thumbs brushing just beneath my bre

~Dylen’s POV~The moment the taillights of the Mercedes vanished down the drive, I stood frozen in the snow, watching the space where she had been. The estate felt too quiet without her soft gasps and breathless laughter echoing across the rink. My chest ached with a hunger I had never known before today, sharp and relentless.I turned back toward the ice, my boots crunching, and let the memories flood me without resistance.Every second of the afternoon played in vivid detail.The first time she fell into me during warm-up, her small body collided with my chest, and her hands clutched my shirt for balance. I had caught her instinctively, my arms wrapping around her waist, and felt the frantic flutter of her heart against my ribs. She had groaned softly, a tiny frustrated sound that shot straight through me because she was my mate. Kaelith always howled inside my skull whenever her scent hit me, no matter how weak he was, but feeling her reaction vibrate through our bond made it unden

I turned slowly, my heart already pounding from the shift in the air, and there he was.Mr.Evander.Standing in the doorway, filling it completely. He stood bare-chested, skin still glistening with droplets of water that traced lazy paths down the hard planes of his torso. A white towel knotted low around his hips, clinging precariously, leaving far too little to the imagination. His hair was damp and tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look younger, almost vulnerable and cute except for those storm-gray eyes fixed on me with unreadable intensity.I forgot how to breathe.He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest as if he wasn’t standing half-naked in front of me. “You’re late, little one,” he said, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “I started without you. Decided on another bath while I waited.”My gaze betrayed me, drifting down before I could stop it—over broad shoulders, defined chest, the cut lines o