All Chapters of Love is not for the Wolfless : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I hold Roselyn's cold hand and feel the mate bond thrumming between us. This shouldn't be possible, the Moon Goddess paired me with the girl from the prophecy, the girl everyone wants dead, the girl who's been tortured for three months. My mate. "I'll be right back," I tell her. She doesn't respond, might not even hear me, "just stay alive a little longer." I leave the cell, Father is waiting in the corridor with two guards. "I need supplies," I tell him, "fresh water, clean bandages, medicine, food." "Pete," Father starts. "Now," I say firmly, "she's dying, infections everywhere, if she dies before we figure this out, we lose any chance of understanding the prophecy." Father hesitates, then nods to the guards, "get what he needs, quickly." The guards leave, Father looks at me. "Are you sure about the bond?" he asks, "sometimes in stressful situations, we can feel things that aren't really there." "I'm sure," I say, "I've never felt anything like this before, it's her, she's

Pete povDay One.The elder meeting ended with a temporary stay of execution. They gave me two weeks to find another solution, I return to her cell with fresh supplies: bread, meat, fruit, clean water, and more medicine.The guards at the dungeon entrance look surprised to see me again."Young Alpha," one says, "we weren't expecting you back so soon.""I'll be visiting daily," I tell them. "The prisoner is my mate, thigh she doesn't know yet, but I need to make sure she survives."They exchange glances but don't argue. I'm the Alpha's son, so they have to obey.I unlock Roselyn's cell and step inside.The smell hits me first: blood, infection, unwashed bodies. The cell hasn't been cleaned in months. She's been living in filth."This is unacceptable," I mutter.Roselyn is awake, sitting against the wall, watching me with hollow eyes."You came back," she says. Her voice is still rough, still weak, but stronger than yesterday."I said I would," I reply, setting down the supplies. "And

Stark povThe vervain chains fall away.I collapse to the floor, gasping. My wrists are raw, bleeding where the poison burned through my skin for three months. But finally I'm free."Get up," Captain Voss says. He stands over me, his face cold. "Your father is waiting."I force myself to stand. My legs barely hold me. Three months of imprisonment, starvation, and constant pain has left me weak.But at the very least I'm live."Where's Roselyn?" I ask immediately. "Is she alive?""That's not your concern anymore," Voss says. "Come. The king wants to speak with you."They escort me through the castle. I smell fresh air for the first time in months. The sunlight streaming through the window felt much warmer.But none of it matters. All I can think about is her.Is she alive? Is she free? Is she still being tortured?We reach the throne room. My father sits on his throne, looking older than I remember. My mother stands beside him, her eyes red from crying."Stark," Father says. His voice

I pull away from the kiss, gasping. My heart pounds so hard I think it might burst from my chest."I'm sorry," I whisper, then turn and run."Roselyn, wait!" Pete calls after me.But I don't stop. I run down the corridor, away from him, away from the feelings swirling inside me.What did I just do? I kissed Pete, I actually kissed him."We kissed our mate!" Cicilia says excitedly in my mind. "Finally! Did you feel that? Did you feel how perfect it was?""Stop," I think desperately. "Just stop. I love Stark. I love Stark.""We can love both," Cicilia argues. "The mate bond is real, Roselyn. You felt it. You can't deny it anymore."I reach my room, slam the door shut, lean against it. My lips still tingle from the kiss. His warm taste still lingers in my lip.But it's wrong, all of it is wrong.I sink to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. "Stark would never forgive me. If he knew

Stark's POVThe training dummy explodes under my fist. Wood splinters fly everywhere. My knuckles bleed but I don't damn about it."Again," I growl at Captain Voss. "Set up another one.""Your Highness, you've destroyed fifteen dummies today," Voss says carefully. "Perhaps you should rest.""I don't need rest," I snap. "I need to train. Set up another dummy. Now."Voss sighs but obeys. He positions a new training dummy. I attack it immediately, channeling all my rage, all my pain, all my frustration into every punch, every kick.Don't think about her. Don't think about Roselyn. Don't think about how she's probably moving on without you.But I can't stop thinking about her. She's all I think about."Harder!" I roar, hitting the dummy again and again until my hands are raw and bloody."Stark, stop!" My mother's voice cuts through my rage. "You're going to hurt yourself!""Good," I say,