All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend: My Alpha Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Corrine POVI went back to the exhibition hall. My wolf disappeared the moment I asked her about Glacier. I don't know why my heart is squeezing so hard. I feel like something terrible has happened to the person I love.I tried to ignore everything. The exhibition opened with a perfection that left no room for mistakes. Every step, every flag, and every piece of technology on the platforms was placed with a precision that felt like a magic spell. I felt it in my chest. A light, steady pressure. It was as if my lungs were learning a new rhythm with every breath I took.The organizers moved together like a single heartbeat. Their faces were serious. Their eyes scanned every corner. This wasn't just a show of what they had built. It was a show of power, respect, and status, all wrapped in shiny technology that looked bright but felt incomplete.The platforms were set up like a wide crescent moon with an empty space in the middle. The first person to walk out wasn't just a normal guest. I

Corrine POV"I’m not going with you!" I screamed with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. My cry died against his broad, hard chest.He didn't move. His shadow was like a massive wall blocking me from the rest of the world.Even though he was furious, his heart didn't want to hurt me. He just stared at me for a long time. It felt like he was looking through me instead of at me, reading my shivering soul.Then he whispered, his voice caught between anger and a plea: "We’ll see about that."He stood up first, moving slowly. His eyes never left mine. It was as if every second I wasn't in his arms, he was missing a part of himself he couldn't name. Then, in one smooth move full of raw power, he reached for me.I gasped and scrambled back on my elbows in a final attempt to get away, but time was up.His arm wrapped around me the way night wraps around a city. A grip of steel circled my waist.He lifted me off the ground as if my struggling body weighed nothing at all. He threw me over hi

Corrine POVI turned around, cautiously and very slowly. I felt my spine stiffen as I moved to face my fate. I looked at him. For the first time, I didn't see him as an enemy or a criminal. I saw him as something else. A lost being, someone who had his other half ripped away but stayed alive, shivering before my eyes in search of being whole again.He stood in front of me, motionless. His shoulders were tight and tense. His eyes were black and empty of any light. He looked like a killer whose heart had stopped killing just to stare at me and read my face. Step by step, he moved toward me. I didn't back away. I felt the ground under my feet shake, but every muscle in my body was fighting the urge to get closer, resisting that magnet pulling me in.Every muscle in my body fought it. When he got so close that our breaths collided, I felt the heat of his exhale sting my face. He touched a strand of my hair, the same one he touched before. The rough texture of his hand sent a shiver down m

Corrine POVDrake's hand was still gripping my wrist. It was hard and warm, sending addictive sparks through my veins like electricity that left no escape and gave no rest to my troubled heart. He didn't look at me. He didn't say a word. His solid body moved with a terrifying, mechanical rhythm."It is over. You are mine... whether you like it or not."I, on the other hand, was burning inside. I felt a fire eating at my chest. My heart was racing without direction like a trapped bird. My breath hadn't found its rhythm yet; it came out in quick gasps. My skin still carried the marks of his grip and the traces of that unfinished closeness. I didn't understand it, but it left a tattoo of heat on my pores.I didn't realize how many times I thought about hitting him again. How many times I imagined screaming until my vocal cords tore, or ripping my hand from his to run in any direction away from his magnet. But my body? It didn't move."How is this happening? How did his voice gain control

Corrine POVThe small fire died down. Nothing remained but embers breathing slowly under the ash. The others fell asleep one by one, their bodies going limp on the soft earth. Only Drake found no rest in this night, and no home in this land. I caught a glimpse of him through a slit in the tent. He was standing near the trees, right on the line between light and shadow, staring toward the tent they had set up for me. That tent, built specially for me without luxury or detail, was meant to hold his mate.Cyra sat inside with me, pretending to guard with her back against the rough fabric. But she understood perfectly that this wasn't her real role. Drake wasn't worried about outside threats. He was worried about the biggest threat of all: himself.My scent didn't just drift; it attacked him. I could feel his tension. The scent of honey and vanilla was a mix the wolf inside him couldn't miss. Every time a breeze hit the small tent, it carried a piece of me to him.He closed his eyes and