All Chapters of My little fierce mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELLA’S POVHis smile seemed genuine, but his eyes told another story—something shadowed and unreadable, like he’d lived too many lives in silence. For a moment, I wondered if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.Or maybe… it was all in my head.I couldn’t stop looking at him. Every angle of his face seemed carved from contradiction—beauty with danger, calm with chaos. His lips were heart-shaped, soft yet commanding, and my breath caught in my throat as our gazes locked.Before I realized what I was doing, my fingers reached for him. His skin was warm, firm under my touch. He didn’t stop me. That stillness… it was permission.Then I did the unthinkable. I kissed him.He kissed me back with the same hunger I’d tried to bury for months—the kind that makes your world tremble and your body forget its pain. Our breaths collided, rough and uneven, and somewhere between his hand cupping my jaw and my heart losing rhythm, I forgot how to think.The world outside ceased to exist. He li

I felt it first — the sharp, splintering pain that tore through my bones.It was crackling, breaking, reforming. It didn’t stop. It just kept going, wave after of pain, until I couldn’t even scream anymore.My body folded, and I rolled on the cold floor, howling.It was as if my insides were twisting and fighting to rearrange themselves. My spine arched backward, my vision blurred. My fingers bent in ways fingers shouldn’t. My bones snapped, healed, and broke again — all in the same breath.And then I heard it.The sound of fabric ripping. My clothes — tearing apart as something else pushed through. Something… alive.I gasped when the agony began to fade, replaced by an odd lightness. My breathing steadied, my heart thundered with wild rhythm, and when I finally opened my eyes—I didn’t see hands.I saw paws.White paws.Paws…Wait—Does that mean…?A trembling laugh broke out of me.“I—I finally awakened my wolf.”I howled — loud and proud. The sound echoed off the walls, raw and wil

The diner smelled like burnt coffee, old grease, and too many secrets. It was a Thursday evening, the kind where time crawled. The neon sign outside buzzed like a restless insect, flickering EAT. EAT. EAT., as if mocking everyone who dared to enter.My hands wouldn’t stop trembling as I wiped down the counter for the third time.Calm down, Ella. It’s just a job. Just another night.But my heart hadn’t learned that yet—it still jumped at every slammed door, every male voice raised from across the room. The laughter of strangers still sounded too much like mockery from my past pack days. I’d thought running away would silence those echoes. I was wrong.A sharp bell jingled by the door.I looked up.A group of girls walked in—five of them—dressed in designer dresses that didn’t belong in a roadside diner. Diamonds glimmered on manicured fingers. Their perfume clung to the air, thick and expensive, making the room feel smaller. Their laughter was high-pitched, brittle, and already dangero

Today was my day off.A day off from Dallas Diner.And a day off from that guy.At least, that’s what I told myself as I stayed curled beneath the scratchy blanket of the inn bed, watching sunlight leak through the thin curtains. My body felt heavy, sluggish, like someone had stolen the charge out of my veins and left me running on fumes.Rest was supposed to help, but it didn’t. Not when there was this… emptiness inside me. A silence too deep, too wrong. Most people didn’t notice what I carried—or what I didn’t—but I felt it every waking moment.It clung to me everywhere.The absence of Kate.It's funny how I just awakened my wolf, and she's already gone into a deep slumber.Unreachable. It was like breathing in through one lung.I pressed my forehead to my knees, willing the world to be small enough to manage. But the quiet only made it worse. Memories I’d worked so hard to bury clawed up, whispering things I wasn’t ready to face. His voice. That look. The sharp edge of recognition

Okay… pause.Take a deep breath.How are we feeling about My Little Fierce Mate so far?Because I am feeling everything.The tension.The slow burn.The way Ella’s strength peeks through her softness.The way Jake’s eyes say one thing but his heart—oh, his heart—keeps betraying him.Don’t lie to me, besties. You saw the way he looked at her. You felt it. That kind of longing you can’t hide even if you wanted to. It’s giving “I’ll burn the world for you but I don’t know why yet”. It’s giving “my wolf growls every time she flinches”. It’s giving… obsession wrapped in confusion.And Ella? My girl is entering her “soft but unstoppable” era. The world called her weak, wolf-less, invisible—but look at her now, carrying trays, holding her ground, talking back to rich girls without trembling. I swear, every chapter she grows a little more claws beneath that quiet heart.But also, I need to talk to y’all real quick.Did anyone else’s chest ache when that innkeeper spoke to her gently? When she