Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Become My Hunter : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

CASSIAN'S POV “What do you think?” Lyra asks, folding her arms across her chest. “Do we believe him?”“It’s awfully convenient the way he showed up with a folder full of signs we couldn’t read,” Milo says. “I have a hard time putting any trust in that.”“It’s not his fault we can’t read the sigils,” Wilder says. “And he did tell us what they meant.”“He told us what he wanted us to think they meant, Wilder,” Lyra says. “Don’t get that confused.”“Isn’t it possible that he wants us to try to draw them or something?” I ask. “It could be a trap, right? As soon as we replicate his little sigils, it puts a curse on us all?”“Well, we aren’t going to be stupid enough to draw them,” Lyra says.“That’s not how it works, anyway,” Wilder says. “You can draw shapes in the dirt all you want, but this is blood magic, and if you’re not using blood and channeling the power of the moon into your work, it’s just a bunch of pretty pictures.”“Not that pretty,” Lyra says. “I mean, if those sigils are m

STEELE'S POV After a couple of hours, I’m ready to accept the fact that they’re not going to let me go.I’m leaning against the tree they’ve tied me to. The black-haired one is guarding me, and he’s definitely the most sympathetic of the three men, but it’s obvious to me that if anyone is going to change their mind in my favor, it’s going to be the woman. Lyra. That’s why she can’t stand to be around me.That’s probably why she thinks I’m doing some kind of magical manipulation on her too. She just doesn’t want to admit that she empathizes with my position.Anyway, there’s no point in trying to reason with the men right now, so I’m leaning into the tree trunk and drowsing, trying to get some rest in preparation for whenever Lyra decides to talk to me again. She’s the only one I have a chance at really persuading that I’m on their side.And then I’m jerked awake by the sound of howling.“Wolves!” one of the men yells.There’s a whirlwind of activity all around me. I jerk my head aroun

Chapter 145LYRA'S POV “Put me down,” I tell Cassian. “I can walk.”“Like hell. You’re still bleeding.”“I’m fine. It’s really not that bad.”“Shut up, Em,” he says. “I know what you’re doing. You want to prove you can walk this off because you can see that Milo’s upset about not being able to heal you.”“Is that so bad?”“Of course not, but I’m not going to let you make your leg even worse because you want to protect his feelings,” Cassian says. “And he wouldn’t want you to do that either.”The truth is, I’m pretty dizzy. I don’t actually think I could walk on my own, and if I tried, my legs might give out. So I lean into Cassian’s shoulder and let him carry me without any further protesting.“Here,” Steele calls, up ahead of us. “This is the cave I saw.”We caught up to him. The mouth of the cave is narrow, but it’s high—even Wilder, the tallest of us, doesn’t need to stoop to get in. Once we’re inside, we find that the ceiling is even higher than the mouth would suggest, sort of c

Chapter 147MILO'S POV “How is she?” Wilder asks, looking over at Lyra. “Patched up?”“She’ll be okay,” I say. “The bleeding’s stopped. I’m sure she’s still in pain, but there isn’t much I can do about that. We’re just going to have to let her recover in her own time.”“Are you sure you don’t want to try again to heal her?” he asks.“I did try again,” I say, keeping my voice low because I don’t want Lyra to hear that I tried again—and failed again. “I still couldn’t do it. It’s like I can’t find the moon in the sky. Is that what it felt like for you? When your shield fell?”“Honestly, I couldn’t say,” Wilder says. “It all happened so fast. It felt like water slipping through my fingers, and my shield’s never felt like that before.”“But can you find the moon now?” I ask. “Can you access your magic?”“I think so.”“Try something.”He closes his eyes, and I see his body relax slightly. A moment later, I feel a slight wind ruffle my hair.“What did you do?” I ask.“Just sent a gust at y

Chapter 149LYRA'S POV He’s a Moon Drinker. He’s a Moon Drinker.I tell myself that over and over. The words play on a loop in my mind. I feel as if there’s a part of me standing back from what’s happening here, staring at myself in shock, appalled at my own behavior.And I don’t care.And I wonder if I’m under his spell, if I’ve been wrong to trust him and he’s been using magic on me all along.And I don’t care.Because all I care about right now is the way my body responds when he touches me.I’m hot from head to toe. The wolf in me is roaring, desperate for satisfaction, and I know that he’s the only one who can provide it.But he’s a fucking Moon Drinker! How can I give myself to a Moon Drinker?Even as I ask myself the question, it’s already happening. He’s rolling on top of me, pinning me down, his lips finding mine, and I’m doing nothing to stop it. I’ve got my legs wrapped tight around his waist and my hands in his hair.Fuck, he feels so different from the others. He’s so cl