All Chapters of His Mate Or His Step-Sister: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~HAZEL~Stay on the ground, Ashton whispers softly to me, his voice filled with urgency. "And if you can, I need you to look at me while I get the medication for you," he adds, his eyes searching mine for reassurance that I will do as he says. I frown, "how are you planning on getting the medication?"I still refused to believe that Ashton would actually follow the rules for me, fully aware of how much he despised the Soul Keepers and how deeply he cared about Ariel's feelings. I knew he wanted to protect her heart by maintaining a reasonable distance between us, even if it meant disregarding his own instincts for survival or duties. "The only way I know how to," he responds quietly, beginning to remove his already unbuttoned shirt. My eyes widen in surprise, and I find myself unable to speak or move, paralyzed by shock as I watch him strip in front of me, exposing his bare skin and toned physique. He carefully removes his shoes, untying the laces and sliding them off one foot at a

~ASHTON~Hazel took her sweet time studying my body, after realizing that it was absolutely necessary for her to do so if we wanted to get the medication. It was excruciatingly painful for me to stand completely still, I was hanging onto my self-control by a very thin thread. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a glowing portal materialized suddenly in mid-air, and a compact medicine kit with a note shot out swiftly from the swirling vortex. I breathe a sigh of relief when it's finally over, feeling the tension ease from my shoulders. We could finally move on and put this situation behind us. Swiftly, I turn around and quickly grab my clothes from the ground, throwing them over my body with hurried motions as I prepare to take care of Hazel. I ignore the note on the kit and took out everything needed to properly tend to her wounds. After I am fully dressed and decent once more, I quickly stride over to her side, carrying the small bottle of medicine in my hand. Hazel gazes

~HAZEL~I was overwhelmed with a mixture of embarrassment and restlessness. I lay awake, unable to find even a moment's peace, my mind repeatedly drifting back to earlier events and Ashton's actions as he desperately tried to obtain the medication needed to heal my wounds.My cheeks flushed with heat as I vividly remembered the appearance of his dick. It was notably large, with skin that appeared exceptionally smooth and flawless. A dark, intrusive part of me yearned to run my fingertips over its surface, curious to feel just how silky it truly was. Even now, it's all I could think about—touching that part of him and seeing his reaction to my touch. I instinctively buried my face in my hands, feeling a wave of shame. Why was I even entertaining these thoughts? Ashton had done everything he could to save my life, and here I was, fantasizing about him in a way that felt shameful and inappropriate. He did what he had to do in order to save my life and instead of being grateful, I'm over

~HAZEL~"I have to kiss you Hazel."I swear all of the air seems to knock straight out of me at the same time that a fluttering sensation erupts in my stomach after I hear him say those words. I know that he's only suggesting it because he's genuinely worried about my health and well-being, but it still makes my toes curl and my body overheat at the mere thought of him kissing me again, as if an electric current runs through my veins."Okay," was all that managed to come out of my mouth, my voice fluttering slightly as I struggled to find the words. I could not even muster the strength to say no because I knew how much I craved this kiss from him, every nerve in my body feeling heightened with anticipation. If Ashton didn't already have a mate, I doubt I could have kept these feelings hidden. I might have already confessed to him just how intense my emotions were whenever he was near, the way my heartbeat quickened and my palms grew sweaty in his presence. I try to remain composed a

~HAZEL~The sexual tension was noticeable in the air after the passionate kiss between Ashton and me, lingering like an electric charge. The kiss still clung to my mouth like honey and smoke. I was surprised I could taste him long after he had torn himself away, chest heaving, eyes wild with the same panic I felt crawling under my skin. He had kissed me as if the world were ending, then shoved me back like I was poison the second he realized we'd gotten the food needed for our survival. Now he walked two paces ahead, shoulders rigid, scanning our surroundings for any potential threats, refusing to look at me. The cameras glided overhead, silent red eyes drinking in every second of our doom. I hated that they could see everything, I hated that everyone watched our every move and that there was not a single second of alone time for us. I place a finger on my lips, still unable to shake the memory of our heated kiss from my mind. Ashton didn't want me. I knew that. If he had, he wou