Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate's Father Wants Me : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

ELENA The soothing smell of my clean sheets and the cozy feeling of my room were therapeutic. It felt so good to be back home. Home…where I grew up. Where I felt the happiest and most comfortable. Here, in my Father's Pack. In my Father's mansion. In the room he'd designed single-handedly for me. “Here, have some tea.” Mother said, passing the mug to me.I slowly took it. The smell was a bit…pungent. I tried hard not to scrunch my nose. “What kinda tea is this?” “Herbal. It'll help heal your bruises faster.” She explained, giving me that pitiful look again. Between her and Father, it was hard to decide who felt more heartbroken by my harsh bruises. My once smooth and porcelain skin was gone and tarnished to this rough and bruised surface. Thinking of it always had me on the verge of tears. Honestly speaking, I feel more heartbroken about my bruises than they do. I just got a better way of hiding it. I took a sip of the tea. The taste was awfully bland. But Mother had put an eff

TRACY “Get out!” I yelled ballistically, pushing down the tray of food placed in front of me. The maids gasped in fear, moving back quickly, avoiding the broken pieces of the plates on the floor. Rage burned my heart seeing them still standing there. They were clearly terrified but weren't doing what I wanted…which was getting the hell out of my room!“Didn't you hear me?!” I yelled again. “If you don't like the food, we can prepare another, Ma'am.” one of them appealed. “I don't want your stupid, tasteless dinner!”“Then what do you want?”“You can't give me what I want.” I scoffed at her silly question. “Can you bring the man I love to me? Can you get him away from that bitch’s grip and bring him here?!”They exchanged confused looks. Of course, they don't understand. They never will. Which is why I want them to get out. “You can't do what I want. So take your smelly asses and get the hell out of my room!” I barked for the umpteenth time, throwing a pillow at them.“But Ma'am…”

TRENT Uncle Richard was still in shock. It's been minutes already since he stared at the photos. But he was still too frozen to give any rational reaction. I waited patiently till he calmed and snapped out of his shock. He looked at me with gravely confused eyes.His lips were quivering. His hands had become way too sweaty, he had to rub them off on his shirt. “Leonardo wouldn't betray your father,” he said, with a shaky voice. “He wouldn't because he loves your Father so much. He really wouldn't…”“Yeah, I thought so too. But the pictures blatantly prove us wrong, don't they?”He stared at the pictures again. Like he was wishing Leonardo would disappear from them. “When were these taken?” He asked, casting me a glance.“Last night…”“Leonardo was here last night. He was here when Elena returned. There's no way he could…” A brief pause. Then he gasped, wiping his hand over his face. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What is it?”“Nothing. I just recalled that he left right after. Witho

ELENA I gulped the glass of water and set it down on the counter. My throat had gone dry from gulping too much. My edgy hands were resting on the kitchen table. The kitchen was pitch dark. I hadn't bothered turning on the lights. Covered in its soothing quietness, I've been deep in my thoughts. Thoughts of Vince. His men haven't been deployed yet. And that has me worried, sick, and scared. I don't wanna go back to Trent. But if Vince doesn't return any sooner, I might be obligated to. Because at the end of the day, Trent is still my mate. Father wouldn't let me stay here in his house forever. He's letting me right now, but soon, he's gonna want me to return to Trent's Pack. The only person who can stop that from happening is Vince. I'm not strong enough to defy Father's orders or to keep turning down Trent's request for too long. I need Vince here. I need him here to help me build the courage to choose him. Because choosing him isn't easy at all. Breaking my ties with Trent. D

ELENA The echoing silence was my background noise as I paced the terrace. I haven't been as worried and distressed as I was today. Agonized too. Vince's men were finally getting deployed tomorrow to go save him. Trent finally gave the order. It's great and all, but the fact that enough time has passed already leaves me intensely agonized. They must have hurt him a lot already. They hate him so much, so there's no doubt they've spent a week torturing him. My heart breaks for him, in more ways than one. I don't wanna imagine what agony they've put him through and what mess he's gonna look like now. Then again, it doesn't matter. I just pray they get to save him and bring him back to us…to me. Putting a claim on Vince was an audacious move. My thoughts at the moment were scandalous and inappropriate. But as much as I can't say them out loud, deep down, I wanna think it's safe enough to say them within myself. To bluntly admit…I'm the one that Vince loves. I'm the one he belongs