All Chapters of The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I woke to gentle kisses trailing down my neck."Ares," I murmured, still half-asleep, my hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. "Don't you have a meeting?""Cancelled it," he said against my skin, his breath warm and sending shivers down my spine.I opened my eyes to find him propped up on one elbow, looking down at me. His silver eyes were soft, almost tender, and there was a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth."You cancelled it?" I repeated, not quite believing what I was hearing. Ares never cancelled meetings. The pack came first, always. "Why?""Because I realized something this morning," he said, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. "I've been so focused on rebuilding, on protecting, on preparing for the next threat, that I've forgotten to actually live. To enjoy what we have right now, in this moment."He leaned down and kissed me properly, deep and slow, until I was breathless and clinging to him."I want today to be just about us," he continued, pulling

That night, I had a dream.I was standing in a meadow filled with wildflowers, their petals shimmering with colors that didn't exist in the waking world. The sky above was a deep, endless purple, and two moons hung low on the horizon—one silver, one gold.A child laughed somewhere nearby.I turned, searching for the source of the sound, and saw a little girl running through the flowers. She had auburn hair like mine, but her eyes were silver—Ares's eyes. She couldn't have been more than four or five, her face round with baby fat, her laughter pure and joyful."Mama!" she called, waving at me. "Mama, look what I found!"She held up something small and glittering in her palm. When I moved closer, I saw it was a tiny crystal wolf, perfectly formed, catching the light from both moons."It's beautiful," I said, kneeling beside her. "Where did you find it?""It was waiting for me," she said simply, as if that explained everything. "Everything that's meant to be yours waits for you to find i

I felt my defenses rising, that familiar stubbornness that had gotten me through so many impossible situations. "We're not hiding anything. We're just being strategic about when we share the information. There's a difference."Ares studied my face for a long moment, and I could feel his conflict through the bond—concern warring with the desire to trust my judgment. Finally, his expression softened slightly."Three days," he said. "You have three days to do your research with Perla. Then we tell Elias everything. Agreed?"Relief flooded through me. "Agreed. Thank you for understanding.""I'm not sure I do understand," Ares admitted, pulling me close. "But I trust you. And I trust that you're doing what you think is best for our children."Our children. The words sent a thrill through me every time."Come here," Ares said, guiding me to one of the chairs around the war table. "Sit down. You shouldn't be on your feet so much.""Ares, I'm pregnant, not broken," I protested, but I sat any

The last four months passed in a blur of preparation and careful management. My belly swelled until I could barely see my feet, the twins growing stronger every day. Perla's tonic became as much a part of my routine as breathing, and the strengthening rituals became second nature. Elias checked on me constantly, his weathered face growing more concerned as my due date approached."Your energy levels are holding steady," he said one afternoon, his hands pressing gently on my swollen abdomen. "But you're depleted deeper than I'd like. Once labor begins, you'll need constant transfers from Ares. Don't try to be a hero about this, Luna. You ask for help the moment you need it.""I will," I promised, though we both knew I had a tendency to push myself harder than was wise.By the ninth month, Ares had essentially banned me from leaving our chambers. Not that I wanted to. The weight of carrying two nearly-full-term babies was exhausting in ways I hadn't anticipated. My back ached constantly

Ares had finally given up on getting me to rest and was downstairs handling paperwork—or so he'd claimed. More likely, he was pacing somewhere dark and isolated, wrestling with his own demons.I pushed myself up on my elbows, testing the soreness in my abdomen. Better than yesterday, but still there. A reminder that my body had been through something extraordinary.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my spiral of worry."Come in," I called, expecting Thora or one of the servants.Instead, Perla entered, her movements as graceful as ever. She looked ethereal in the afternoon light, dressed in a simple linen dress that somehow managed to make her look both approachable and untouchably elegant. Her hair was pinned up, revealing the sharp line of her jaw."I thought you might want company," Perla said, approaching the bassinet with the kind of reverence one might show toward a sacred altar. "Ares said something about the ritual," I said, deciding to cut through pleasantries. "He mad