Todos os capítulos de Mated To My Enemy's Rival: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The moment my mouth crashed into hers, the thin veneer of my composure snapped like dry kindling.The very second her lips parted beneath mine with a breathless gasp, a ferocious, starving hunger surged up from the base of my spine and completely obliterated every rational thought in my head.The scent of clean rain, and the sweet, raw heat of her skin hit my senses like a concentrated dose of adrenaline, drowning out the bitter smoke of the hearth and the lingering iron tang of the war council meeting. My wolf didn’t just awoke almost immediately. It growled beneath me, clawing its way to the surface with an insatiable fury that demanded everything Cassandra had to give.Her fingers tangled desperately in my hair, her nails biting into my scalp as she pulled me down harder against her mouth. Her small, trembling frame arching upward until every inch of her breasts pressed flush against my chest.A low growl vibrated deep in my throat, vibrating straight into her mouth.I b

I think I finally understood it now…. the gut-wrenching feeling of being utterly and completely locked out.We walked down the terrace steps side-by-side, leading a procession of nearly six hundred silent wolves, and the only sound in the entire valley was the crunch of our boots against the frost-bitten gravel. My right arm was bent at the elbow, and resting over my forearm were the tips of Cassandra’s fingers.She wasn't holding on to me—oh no. She was simply letting her hand stay there because such a ceremony demanded the Alpha and Luna walk as one.Beneath my ceremonial armor, the fresh linen bandages across my ribs were already damp with hot blood where my stitches had torn during my midnight idiocy. The physical ache was intense, but it didn't hold a candle to the absolute, freezing void in my heart.Usually, whenever Cassandra was within arm's reach, something inside of me surged like liquid fire. It was electric, messy, and entirely impossible to control. But right n

I had always hated funerals… they were a tell tale sign that you'd lost someone forever. I was just 4 years old when my parents had been brutally murdered by a horde of shifters that invaded the Bloodwyn pack.And in the blink of an eye, the world as I knew it came crashing down. I watched my parents' corpse burn, and their ashes thrown into the sea, all because their bodies had been mauled beyond recognition and apparently — according to Bloodwyn pack rules — there was no need for a proper burial. So I guess in a way, I understood what the widows and cubs were going through.The mass burial had ended with Dominic roaring vows of war into the freezing wind, but out here, on the rutted valley road leading away from the mounds, nobody was chanting names. All that could be heard was just the squeak of iron-banded wagon wheels turning through frozen slush and the muffled, quiet weeping of women who were heading back to homes that suddenly had empty chairs at their tables.B

I had been sitting in the leather armchair of my study for the better part of three hours, staring out the high arched window at the front gates, watching the twilight bleed out of the valley until the mountains went black. The fire on the hearth had burned down to faint red embers, but I hadn’t moved to throw another log on it. My fingers merely drummed a slow, restless beat against the armrest, my jaw locked in place so tight that my molars ached.The fresh bandages wrapped around my ribs throbbed slightly but I didn't care anymore. Selene had come to check on me a few hours ago and had been furious at the sight. She was right to be—I had torn three stitches when I lost my goddamn mind in Cassandra’s bedchamber last night, but the physical sting was nothing compared to what I felt on the inside.Cassandra had shut me out completely, and I couldn't even blame her for it. I had pushed her into the dark, panicked like a fucking cub that was scared of his own shadow, and walk

I woke up the next morning and lay on my bed as the morning light cut pale grey lines across the ceiling, staring at the canopy until my eyes burned. The encounter from yesterday afternoon in the village square was still carved into the front of my brain, and my stomach knotted up just thinking about it. But after twenty minutes of staring at the woodwork, I forced myself to sit up and swing my legs over the mattress. If there’s one thing surviving at the bottom of the heap had taught me, it’s that worrying about things you can't control will only get you killed faster. I couldn't hunt a wolf through the village on my own, and I couldn't undo the fact that he saw my face. So, I simply chose to pack it away in a quiet corner of my mind and move on.Then my eyes wandered toward the bedroom door, and my chest seized up in a completely different way.Dominic's deep voice echoed through my head, bringing a sudden, uninvited warmth straight to the skin beneath my collar. That