Mated To My Tribrid Lycan Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 58

SHERNEIL.I fixed the ankara turban on my head for a final time, keeping my eyes fixed on the mirror. It's been so long since I dressed up, but today's occasion calls for dressing up even if I didn't really want to.I wore a long gown made from soft ankara material. The petal-patterned ankara in green and orange was made into a fitted long gown, with a slit on the back and a long sleeve with fittings. It brought out the shine of my dark skin. I tied the head gear into a simple knot, securing my braids beneath the fabric.With only a touch of kohl on my eyes and lip balm on my lips, I turned in front of the mirror for a last once over, before I heaved a sigh. I wondered if I could get through dinner calmly, considering the fact that I was meeting Mama and Baba for the first time as potential in-laws. Not that I have completely forgiven Mav, yet. Like I said, he needs to earn that. Just like he worked hard in ruining it. But, if I am honest, our talk had hel

MAVERICK."Mmmmpphh...!" The sound ripped from my throat forcefully the moment my lips touched hers. My mouth enveloped hers in a fierce grip. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of her body pressed against mine. Her petite body against my muscled one was a perfect fit, and I couldn't help but imagine us in a bed as I tucked her tightly into my chest.I kissed her harder, swallowing each and every one of her moans before I pushed the turban off her head and thread my fingers through her braids.Fuck! I knew doing this here was wrong because right now, the tension in my caftan trousers was killing me. The moment I laid eyes on her after she stepped out, I knew I was utterly done for. She looked absolutely gorgeous, a certain radiance around her. If Ammi wasn't there, I wasn't sure what I'd have done. But while I wasn't expecting to meet her by the door when I arrived, I was glad to have still met her. She may still have her inhibitions about me and Sherneil being together, but at le

We walked into the grand house making small talk. I was glad we weren't having dinner at the pack house, I wouldn't be able to handle that. The memories have never left, and it would've been nearly impossible to pretend everything was okay sitting in that house. When I came back two years ago, Mama and Baba had already moved to this house. We rounded the corner and I was met with one of the most beautiful sights, second to that of my Hibba. Mama. She had donned a beige ankara gown made into a bubu like Nana's. She had a huge smile on her face.The sofas had been pushed back to create more space for everyone. Despite not having any new ones, Mama had pictures from when we were kids scattered around the living room in different frames. A large carpet had been spread out in the middle of the room, with more than six large food warmers arranged, alongside a plethora of plates and bowls. 'Our Mama,' Amadi cooed quietly. Baba sat at what looked

I watched as she spoke, the way her eyes maintained a fixed gaze on our hands, the curve of her mouth as she spoke, and the way she flexed her fingers from time to time, all while trying to process what she was saying. She wanted to help. She was helping. She was here. Physically and mentally."You thought I wouldn't like having physical contact with you?""Well, I wasn't sure if you like physical touch in general. I personally don't.""You don't?"She nodded. "I don't. I try to avoid physical contact with people as much as I can. I despise it. It irks me and I can't help feeling like something is crawling over my body when someone touches me. In a nutshell, I do not like it.""Yet, here you are, doing it. For me," my voice was choked with too much emotion. Emotions I can't bring to words. "You do not like it, but you're making me an exception.""Yes," she murmured. "Because you are mine. I'll always have your back." Sh