All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

TRACY The insufferable beeping sounds from the machines intensified the ruthless pounding in my head.I tried opening my eyes, but was hit with a blurry view. I shut them back with a wince. I tried moving my body, but the attempt was met with a sharp, piercing pain around my tummy. I sobbed, shutting my eyes tightly, hoping the pain would subside.“Mother,” I muttered between my cries. I needed her now more than ever. This pain was killing me. I wish she'd come inside and hold me. Just then, the door burst open, and there she was. “Tracy!”“Mother!” I wailed. She ran to me and held me in her arms. I held her even tighter and bawled my eyes out. “How are you feeling, dear?” She kissed my hair.“Hellish. My tummy hurts.” And then I recalled. My visit to Elena. The brutal push she gave me. The blood… ”Mother, how's my baby doing?”She didn't answer that. But I could hear her muffling her sobs. It got my heartbeat racing. “Mother, please tell me…”“Shush, dear. You shouldn't talk mu

ELENA “Elena, for the love of God, can you please stay back? Don't go to the hospital, I beg you!” Uncle Leo stepped in front of me before I could reach the main door. “Please, let me go. I need to see Tracy…”“And for what? Her child's already dead. Tracy already blames you for it. Showing up there won't fix anything. Just stay here, please.”“But…that's the problem, Uncle Leo. The fact that Tracy already blames me for the death of her child. I need to clarify that with her. I need to talk to her.”“You already know Tracy isn't the type to talk! If she sees you there, she's gonna go nuts. She'd shriek and wanna fight. She'll wanna have you arrested.”“But I didn't do anything!” I snapped. “And hiding here only makes me feel guilty for what I certainly didn't do. Everyone is gonna think I'm guilty, too, because I chose to hide here. But if I go out there and face them, if I tell the public my side of the story, they might understand me…”“What about Vince? What about his request tha

VINCE The overwhelming feeling of disappointment rested on my shoulders as I sat back on the ground. If they weren't coming for me, then getting out of here would be impossible and so would saving Elena. Trent's gonna do whatever shit he pleases with her and I wouldn't be able to prevent that. That would be a damn apocalypse. The most pathetic and saddening fate that could ever befall me.I held back the urge to shed the tears rumbling in my heart. I shut my eyes to hold them back. The faint echo ringing in my ears felt like the crashing sound of my heart.But then it grew louder, forcing my eyes open sharply. The echo was a damn roar! And the gunshots were a fucking melody to it. There were also the slicing sounds of swords in the background.My heart kicked vehemently at the soothing sound of chaos. They came! I stood, feeling fucking ecstatic. Not more than five minutes, I heard familiar sounds of footsteps approaching my cage. “Boss!” “Greetings, Alpha!” Miguel and his little

VINCE “Of course, she is.”Those four words settled the storm in my heart. I let out an exhilarating breath. “Thank fucking goddess,”“I watched the news. That was an impressive move.” Dr. Drake said, “I mean, you, telling everyone about her being your second chance mate.”“Well, it was about time.” “Yes, it sure was. So what's the plan? Are you officially gonna make her your mate?”“Yes.” He stared at me longer, like he was checking for any sincerity behind my claims. I think he saw it, and that got him smiling broadly. He sucked in his teeth. “I feel sick for supporting this thing you both share, but for your sake, I hope it works out. You've got a damn fever for her. It's…scary.”No shit. “It's gonna work out,” I was trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him. I've come way too far to start having doubts. It's gonna work out. It has to. We exited the elevator and he led the way to Elena's room.I didn't even need him to tell me which was her room. See

VINCE It took a while to convince myself that I wasn't hallucinating and that she was really standing in front of me. “Anastasia…” I whispered her name, and just like that, all the buried pain and aching memories of her surfaced in my heart, sending a quiver into my voice.I haven't said her name since her ashes were thrown in the river in front of my eyes. The Pack elders back then forbade my friends and everyone else from mentioning her name around me either. It was the only way I could move on quickly from her death. But saying her name now just made me realize I never really healed. I was forced to move on quickly from her death so I had to shove down all my pain. But everything still hurts, as if it were yesterday. “Vince,” I choked on my breath. It's been over a decade since I heard her say my name. Hearing it all over again brought with it an overwhelming, crushing nostalgia. “Vince.” She repeated it more soulfully and ran right into my arms. They were forced apart and sh