All Chapters of The Mate They Threw Away: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

​​​Sage.I had not even walked far before my senses went into overdrive. I felt them before I saw them. An attack from my left. I evaded just in time to see a clawed and furry hand sail past me.“You should not have humiliated me,” Baldy with the bad tattoo growled.“You know I am Dominic’s guest, right?” I asked as I sized him up. “Well, your Dominic is not here to save you,” he sneered. I chuckled darkly. “No, I am actually worried for you,” I replied. “Tough talk, let see you back it up,” he growled and lunged at me.I marveled at how slow he was when he began to rain down blows that I could not only read but I could also predict. He fought like a child or maybe I was so powerful that it felt so effortless fighting him.I weaved out of his blows and saw many openings in his offense but I did not strike. I waited and stayed on the defensive. I threw myself into a back ward flip to create distance between us. “Stay still, you stupid bitch!” he yelled and threw more desperate and

DominicThat obnoxious scoff of hers, the one I had come, somewhat against my better judgment, to find almost endearing, escaped her throat again.She was going to stay. I had already decided that much, regardless of how she felt about the decision, regardless of the protests she would continue to mount in the meantime. I had not brought her this far, into this city, into the center of everything I had built and was still rebuilding, only to release her the moment the work proved difficult or her temper proved inconvenient. I had plans that involved her. Whether she consented to those plans was, for now, a separate question from whether they would proceed."What's stopping me from walking out of here right now?" she asked, chin lifted, daring me to answer honestly.I smiled. It was not a kind smile."The fact that you would leave a trail of torn-apart bodies behind you on the way out," I said. "You killed someone with connections tonight, Sage. Someone whose people are not the forgivi

DominicI could feel their resentment before I even crossed the threshold.It moved through the room the way heat moves through a building before you see the fire, a pressure against the skin, a tightening behind the eyes. I could see the entitlement on their faces, the particular arrogance of people who believed that simply outlasting a man's absence entitled them to a piece of whatever he'd built without him. I could see relief too, threaded through the resentment in a way that didn't quite cancel it out. Relief that I had returned. Resentment that I'd ever needed to leave.I cared for none of it.My return to Black Crest had stirred up exactly the mixture of reactions I'd expected, gratitude wrapped around grievance, deference wrapped around quiet fury. Here, my word was law, had been law for longer than most of the people in this room had been alive, and the only reason any of them dared show me their resentment openly was that they had spent years convincing themselves I had grow

SageI was fuming through the entire meeting, and the worst part was that I had no acceptable way to show it.Standing up and walking out would have meant something to every person in this room, a crack in whatever image Dominic had just built for me, a weakness handed to men who already looked at me like I was something to be tolerated rather than respected. So I sat. I kept my spine straight and my expression carefully arranged into something that resembled composure, and underneath all of it, I burned.He had announced it. Out loud. In front of seven of the most powerful men in Black Crest, without a single word of warning to me beforehand. Luna. As though it were a small thing, a footnote, a detail that didn't require my consent before being broadcast to an entire room of strangers who would now carry it through every corner of this city before sundown.If he expected me to simply accept that, he understood me even less than I'd given him credit for.The longer the meeting continu

SageAs someone who had never understood how power worked from the inside, I found the weight of it suffocating, a pressure that sat across my shoulders and along the back of my neck like something physical, something I could have reached up and pulled off if it had been made of anything as simple as fabric.I hated Dominic already. What he'd done in that meeting, trapping me here with a title I'd never agreed to, never been consulted on, never even been warned about, pushed that hatred somewhere I doubted I'd be climbing back out of anytime soon.I followed his scent through the winding corridors until I found him surrounded by a crowd of werewolves, every one of them hanging on his words with the particular rapt attention of people who understood, instinctively, exactly where they ranked beneath him. I could read their hierarchy without needing introductions, the way some nodded eagerly at his every syllable while others held themselves at a careful, respectful distance, waiting for