All Chapters of WANTED; THE ALPHA’S HUMAN MATE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141Elara’s POVI had taken enough of Madam Joyce’s time for one day. Even though Kai had paid her a fortune, as she always reminded me, I couldn’t keep taking up her time. She had been patient with me, and what we had covered was enough for me to think about for the rest of the day. Now, the next thing I needed to do was find them. I needed to find a way to get close to the old woman again or at least get in contact with Zara and Vera. Madam Joyce had suggested starting with Zara, considering what I had told her about what the woman in the vision did to her. I still remembered how I had felt when I touched the old woman. The strange images. The children. The overwhelming feeling that something wasn’t right. Perhaps if I could get close to her again, I would see more. But what would I do with whatever I discovered from any of them? My life was already complicated enough. Between everything that had happened with Richard, the Elders’ growing hostility, and my uncertain p

Chapter 143Elara’s POVI gripped the sides of my dress tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric as he moved closer. Then I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. For a moment, I forgot everything. I forgot even the reasons I had spent so long convincing myself that I wanted nothing from him. My fingers tightened around my dress as I kissed along. His hand rested against my waist, holding me close. His lips were so soft, and it felt exactly like those moments I had dreamed of. My body warmed against his, accompanied by a shiver that rushed down my spine. I had imagined kissing Kai more times than I wanted to admit. Even when he made me feel unwanted, even when his coldness left me questioning what I meant to him, a part of me had still wanted this. He wasn’t rushing me, and somehow, that made it harder to remember why I should pull away. But wanting something didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt me. The thought struck me so suddenly that I pulled away. Kai stopped immediately. We

Chapter 145 Elara’s POV The dining room was being set by the maids and cooks. A few of them moved around the table, arranging dishes and pouring drinks. When Kai entered with me, they straightened and bowed. He acknowledged them with a nod before choosing a seat near the window, while I sat beside him. For a while, neither of us spoke. I avoided glancing at him, focusing on the plates before me. Not long after, the old chef brought our food, and I focused on my plate. As usual, I didn’t even smile at the old chef. The kiss kept returning to my mind. So did the moment I’d pulled away. And how he’d defended me from Vera, too. At that point, I wished Vera could see us this way. Just proof that Kai didn’t give a shit about her. But did he? “Is something wrong with the food?” His question pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up. “No. Why?” “You’ve been staring at it for the last minute.” I glanced down at my plate. Oh. “I’ll eat now.” Kai studied me briefly, th

Chapter 147 Elara’s POV I stood before my cooking station, staring at the ingredients laid out before me. What had I gotten myself into? A few minutes ago, I had been excited about the possibility of participating. Now, with the other contestants taking their positions around me, I was beginning to question my decision. I glanced towards the audience. There were more people than I had expected, and the thought of all those eyes following my every move made my stomach tighten. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t here to impress anyone. I was here because I loved cooking and wanted to try out. We had been given a few minutes to select our ingredients before the competition began. My mind had gone straight to my mother’s favourite meal. Mine apparently. I quickly picked out the three main ingredients I needed, then searched the table for the others. I couldn’t find the vanilla extract, so I settled for a little cinnamon instead. But would it work? Would the flavour still be righ

Chapter 149 Elara’s POV I stared at her. “Are you serious?” “Absolutely. We occasionally organise practical cooking sessions and workshops for people interested in learning traditional and family recipes. Yours could be a wonderful addition. We’d love to discuss having you demonstrate your recipe at one of our sessions. And with your experience today, I believe you could offer a valuable perspective as a guest judge.” I turned to Kai, who gave me a small nod. A few hours ago, I had been worried that I would embarrass myself in front of everyone. Now, one of the judges was asking me to share the very recipe I had feared I’d ruined, let alone inviting me to participate in future events when I had come here simply as a contestant. “I don’t know what to say, honestly,” I admitted. “This is such a wonderful gesture.” “You don’t have to decide now. Think about it, and we can exchange contact details before you leave.” She handed me her card. I accepted it carefully, as thou