The Unwanted Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Clara “That bastard! Who does he think he is!”  I growled tearing the herbs mercilessly. Last night was a bit hectic for me. Despite all the fun that was presented at the courtyard. My body felt restless and out of place. The ground swayed underneath me, causing everything that I was having fun with to start appearing odd. I had to tell Derek that I needed air. Only to come out to find Calvin being held down by a kiss from Arya. From my point of view, he seemed to be enjoying it before his eyes met with mine and I bolted. I don’t know why I ran, but that was all that came to my mind and I didn’t expect him to run after me. I thought i didn’t care about whatever he did. But seeing him get comfortable in another woman’s arms. I felt rage and pain at the same time. My chest tightened so hard, it made me gasp for breath. The first thought was to walk up to them, pull them apart then g

Clara The loud persistent knock feared me. Who could it be at this time of the night? Did the packhouse get invaded? Scary thoughts crossed my mind as the hit intensified. I swallowed in fear, reassuring myself that there are tons of guards here. There is no way any rebel would come in without getting shot on the spot. Still that didn’t make the unexpected visit any comforting. I dragged my feet towards the door. “Who is it?” I mumbled. “Help me.” I hear the person whisper. I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Who are you?” The knock came again. “Please, help me.” The voice pleaded. Taking a deep breath, I summoned courage to open the door. I almost let out a scream when the giant body collapsed against me. If I wasn’t holding onto the door firmly we would have landed on the hard f

Calvin “What happened to her?” I questioned, hopping off the bed. Lena sniffled. “I just found her lying unconscious in her room when i went to check on her. I don’t know if she will be fine, Calvin,” she sobbed. “Where is she?” Derek inquired. “She is being attended to in her room.” Came her response. Derek and I didn’t waste time any more. We practically ran out of the room with Lena behind us. When we arrived at her room, she was being attended to by Clara. She looked practically lifeless. Negative thoughts ran through my mind. I still haven’t apologized for how I spoke to her last night. What if something goes wrong? Would I ever be able to forgive myself?” “What is wrong with her?” I asked Clara. She stood upright, sighing. “She collapsed from e

Clara My heart thumped really hard. I don’t know how I didn’t pass out while eating on that table after telling the bullies what I feel. I worried that I might make an enemy of the entire family at this point. Just because I am standing up for myself does not mean when push comes to shove that I would still be supported. After all they are family. It is only right that they stand by each other. Had to hurry away when I was done to take a long walk. Since I cannot shift just yet it is hard to just wander into the woods. I could feel fierce eyes on me. Probably wishing I would just drop dead. I have learned that people like Janice and Arya do not like being confronted or corrected. Even though they know they are in the wrong. I felt tears burn the back of my eyes painfully. How did I get here? Fighting with people for a place in a home that isnt mine. Richard is going to pay for all the humiliation he has put m

CalvinA customized journal and a box of chocolate were the only things that sick head Derek could come up with to present to Clara. I was hoping to go for jewelry or something grand but he insisted this was the best. I already feel foolish holding onto this. I haven’t been in long relationships with the other gender, but I know how their face lights up at gifts with worthy statements. Won’t she think I am playing her around to present something like this?“I don’t think this will work,” I mumbled. “You never know until you try.” My wolf said. I inhaled deeply, stepping into the clinic. I asked her where about and was directed to a room. The door was open, giving one a full view of what was going on in the room. Clara was putting some herbs in what looked like some porridge. Her face had a serious expression on it, not breaking contact with the contents in the bowl as she continuously stirred until the grounded herb had disappeared into the mix. “What do you want?” I hear her ask a