All Chapters of Fated to my Alpha nemesis : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MICHAELA'S POV “Good morning,” Damon says. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Which is unfortunate. Because I had several perfectly reasonable responses prepared. Then he takes another step into the room. I vaguely register the brush of wet feet against the plush carpet. And every single one of my responses vanishes. My gaze betrays me. Just for a second. A very brief second. Unfortunately, that second is enough. I look down. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was continuing to look. My third mistake was having functioning eyes. Because Damon is standing in nothing but a towel. A towel. One towel. One extremely unhelpful towel. The morning light filters through the half-open window behind him, cutting across his shoulders in pale gold. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam like they’ve forgotten how to fall. My eyes immediately dart back to his face. His mouth doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t smile. He just watches me. Still. Patient. Like he has al

MICHAELA'S POVSlowly, carefully, he leans down, brushing a kiss down the line of my jaw.I can feel the edge of the table pushing against my lower back. I crane my neck to give him more access without even thinking.My eyes slam shut as he moves lower, tongue dragging a trail of fire down my throat.And then lower.And lower…I inhale a sharp breath, biting on my lower lip to stop from making any sound as he sucks, teeth grazing flesh.I'm a compilation of tightly wound nerves and violently raging hormones. I don't even realise when my arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer and yet, somehow, it isn’t close enough.I don't even realise when his left hand finds its way underneath my right thigh, lifting me so I'm perched on the table.I don't even realise how he got there, hips shoved completely in between my legs, one hand still firmly on my right thigh, the other braced against the table by my hips.His face is flushed completely against my skin, breathing nothing bu

DAMON'S POV There's something very important that I should be remembering right now but it currently seems entirely impossible to hold on to any thought for more than half a second. Because every time I try to think, Michaela moves against me and everything vanishes from my head. Completely. She does it the first time. Then again. And there's no chance I'm remembering anything after that. All I can comprehend at this very moment is the sensation of her, everywhere at once, until even the idea of standing apart feels foreign. Her arms around my neck. Her legs around my waist. Her breathe heavy against my neck Her breasts moving against my bare chest as she chases her pleasure unapologetically. All I can comprehend is resolving this overwhelming longing — this need— into something full and complete. It feels like inevitability. Like everything has led up to this very moment. Having her in my arms. To myself wholly. I can't imagine it any other way. I gro

MICHAELA'S POV Mason just stares at Damon for a moment. Speechless. The sight is so strange I almost don't recognize it. Mason is never still. Ever. Yet somehow he's standing there looking completely frozen. "Damon?" he repeats. "You're getting repetitive." Nothing happens. Then suddenly Mason crosses the room in three strides. I expect a punch. Or a hug. Possibly both. I'm not sure. All I know is that I expect a very Mason reaction and Mason does not disappoint. He grabs Damon's face with both hands. Damon immediately looks offended. "What are you doing?" "Checking." "For what?" "I don't know." Mason squints. "Maybe you're a ghost." Damon removes Mason's hands from his face. "I'm not a ghost." "That sounds exactly like something a ghost would say." "Mason." "I'm just being thorough." For the first time since barging into the room, something in Mason's face loosens. Relief. Gone so quickly it would have easily been missed. "Don't tell me you still belie

COLE'S POV I glance over my shoulder to find Sandy seated by the side of the room. I could tell her gaze had been trained on me the entire time. She doesn’t say a word though. She’d already done enough of that before we arrived. She had made her position on my idea very clear. She didn’t like that I was meeting with my uncle. She didn’t like that I was so intent on finding a way around Mia doing the trials when Mia would probably see it as me undermining her ability to survive them. She didn’t like that I was trying to find a way to pull Mia out of the pack house and out of her deal when, again, Mia seemed to have accepted it. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Mia couldn’t handle herself. It was just that I knew very well the kind of minds that populated the council. They weren’t above brutality when they believed their cause was righteous. And honestly, I didn’t care what Sandy did or didn’t like. Unfortunately, Sandy had never been one to stay quiet about her opinions. Especia