All Chapters of Reclaiming His Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Malisha looks at him not knowing what to say. Grayson comes in, drops the flowers on the nearby table, and goes to her immediately.“You got me flowers.” Malisha says softly. “This is not a date though.” Grayson rolls his eyes. “What happened, Malisha?” He asks knowing she was to act like nothing happened. Malisha tries shaking her head. “Nothing.” “Don’t lie to me. You are supposed to tell me everything,” Grayson says softly. “Concerning the dream, not this,” Malisha mutters. “You saw something again,” Grayson says. Malisha nods. “Something is going on, Grayson.” “It seemed as though someone knew you were coming here,” Malisha replies. “How?” “I don’t know. I just heard it? Saw it?” Malisha rubs her head. “At this point, I feel as though I am losing myself.” “Tell me about everything,” Grayson says calmly. Malisha tells him about her dream, the door and John. Grayson’s jaw clenches when he hears that John was outside her door. “What could he be doing outside your do

Grayson is back in the palace. The moment his parents see him, his mother asks, “Where have you been?” “Out,” Grayson replies gruffly. “With who?” She asks again. “People,” Grayson replies much to his mother’s annoyance. “You smell like wolf territory,” his mother remarks. “Don’t we all?” Grayson says. “You are the lycan prince,” she quietly says. “Your emotions do not belong to you alone.” “I am aware,” Grayson mutters. “Are you?” His mother asks stepping in front of him. “Because the wards reacted when you crossed the threshold.” Grayson stiffens still refusing to say anything. He had told Beatrix and Malisha that he would not say anything concerning what happened, and he would be damned if he went back on his word. “Leave him,” Grayson’s father tells his wife. She rolls her eyes and nods. How was he supposed to tell them what he felt, and how he felt? He could not do that especially after the stunt his mother pulled. Grayson goes back to his room, and tri

Malisha is still looking at nothing when her mother enters her room. Her mother looks at her daughter, and says, “What the hell happened?” Malisha looks at her mother, and sees her father entering into the room. He looks at her filled with concern. “How did you know something was wrong?” Malisha asks her parents. Mind link. “You saw something,” her mother says. “More like heard,” Malisha replies. “Can you smell anything?” Beatrix asks her husband and mate. He smells the room, and he nods. “Smoke.” His eyes become brighter, and he goes to his first daughter, “What the hell happened?” “I felt like something was going on with Grayson,” Malisha says. “That should be impossible,” her father says. “I know, but it isn’t. I felt it, and decided to find out what was wrong through the mental bond,” Malisha says looking at her mother. “It worked,” Beatrix says. “Yes, it did. I smelt it, smoke,” Malisha says. “Something saying that I was called, and I did not answer. S

In an unknown place, they all gather looking at each other. The noble in the shadows asks, “Have you been doing what is required of you, Delilah?” “Yes, noble. I have kept up with the signals, and the words,” Delilah says. “She has not heard the calling yet,” the noble says. “I do not think she is ready because even if she hears it now, she will try to resist,” Delilah says. “She is needed. She can’t resist fate,” the noble says with command and authority. “Yes, sir. Which is exactly why I am doing what I have been told to,” Delilah says. “Are you sure you are not messing up?” The noble asks again. “I would never mess up everything we have worked hard for,” Delilah replies. “John, how is he doing?” “Mentally, he is barely holding up. He has spiraled a lot this whole week,” Delilah replies. “Good job. He is supposed to be aligned with our duty by now, but he seems to be resisting.” “Which is not possible,” another voice speaks up. “He has a job to do, and it must be f

Malisha goes early for her training with Sage. Without turning to look at her, he says, “You are late.” Malisha scoffs in disbelief. “I am three minutes early.” “You are supposed to be earlier than the teacher,” Sage says. Malisha rolls her eyes. “If that’s what you think.” “You are supposed to be an hour early too.” Malisha snickers at that. “Do you plan on scheduling my breathing too?” “If I could, I would,” Sage dryly says. Malisha snorts at that and drops her bag near the wooden posts lining the edge of the field. “Are we doing combat or magic today?” “Both,” he replies. Sage turns to look at her, and says, “It feels like it has been years since we last saw each other.” Malisha snickers. “You happen to exaggerate a lot.” “Or maybe, I am just stating facts,” Sage says. Malisha rolls her eyes. “You are distracted,” he points out. “No, I am not.” “You are.” She folds her arms with a frown on her face. “I said I’m not.” Her jaw tightens at that.