บททั้งหมดของ The Mate They Threw Away: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

Sage."You might as well take a seat," Dominic offered kindly as he rubbed his hair with a black towel. He looked better than before now that he has taken a shower.I on the other hand had stood impatiently as I watched him deliberately go about his bodily grooming. I felt so annoyed by the way he was slowly taking his time.He was indirectly telling me that there was nothing I could do to hurry him up. "I do not intend to get comfortable here," I told him coldly.He smiled and shook his head before he dropped the towel carelessly on the ornate leather chair."You have nothing else to do," he replied casually and leaned against the wall outside of the bathroom."Please put a shirt on," I said with an exasperated frown on my face. A slight grin appeared on his face. The only thing he had on was the black towel around his waist. Why was he flaunting his body at me?He leisurely pushed himself against the wall and walked to his large spacious closet. I sighed in annoyance and tapped

Sage.The Centaur pivoted to hard to the right and turned his hind legs to me, kicking them out violently.I tensed up for the strike but felt nothing as his kick sent me flying on my back. I twisted in the air and landed softly on my feet.I lunged at him with a primal growl and the shock wave of my vocals hit him in the chest which sent him through four walls.I cringed inwardly at the damages that were piling up for Argos to clean up. This time, it took him a bit longer to get up. I ran to where he had fallen and found him staggering to his four hooves. He was covered in dust and debris.He turned to me and I could see the cold glare in his eyes. "I give you my most heartfelt apology." He said." I have disrespected you by underestimating just how powerful you are. It will not happen again." Kiron pulled out his bow and shoot arrows at me with lethal accuracy. Twelve arrows tore through the air at me.My instincts kicked in and went into over drive. The Source flowed through me.

DOMINIC.I had watched him while as fought and took down my Betas and Deltas.He had a pattern of fighting that told me that he was desperate and running out of time. He needed to Sage for something and I truthfully did not care what it was. He was dying by my hands this day.I gripped my curved sabres tightly in my hands and looked up at him. He was a giant but what he had in sheer, brute strength, I made up for in speed.I watched the Silver Spear in his hand as it cackled with lightning. It was not as vibrant as before. He was using the lightning less and less as the fight went on."Whatever Sage is to you is of no concern to me." I told him."Your invasion ends here.""Arrogant words from a mere ant." Saturn replied, his voice filled to the brim with hate and venom.He charged, thrusting his spear at him with a blinding speed. I parried with my right Sabre, directing the force of his lethal jab away from my chest.He pulled back his spear and jabbed at me faster than the first ti

SAGE.My nerves were shot. Even after I had showered, I was still unable to relax. There was a form of nervous excitement coursing through me as Dominic drove.It was hard not to imagine what I would come across when I saw the anatomy of Saturn. I felt so guilty about how curious I was. "I can smell guilt from you," Dominic remarked as he pulled over in front of an old building that looked half like a warehouse and half like a library.It was not until we got inside that I realized that it was a large spacious morgue. I cringed by macabre it all looked.It was cold and reeked of chemicals that stung my nose."Lower your senses," Dominic offered kindly as he walked like he owned the place. I could tell that he had been here before countless times.A blond young woman with cold blue eyes was in a white lab coat on her shoulders was setting up silverwares that were meant to cut open the crimson corpse laid on the sturdy iron shiny dissecting table. I had seen her before but I could not

Sage. The drive back to the cliffside house was silent except for the tires humming against wet asphalt. I kept stealing glances at him. He kept his eyes on the road like it owed him an apology. "You're doing the thing," I said. "What thing." "The thing where you go quiet and I'm supposed to just accept it." "I'm driving." "You're hiding." His hands flexed once on the wheel. "I'm thinking. There's