All Chapters of Checking His Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AllisonIt took forty-five minutes, half a can of hairspray, and another glass of liquid courage to pour myself into the blue satin dress.When I finally stood in front of the full-length mirror in Roman’s guest room, my breath hitched. The fabric hugged every single curve like a second skin, dropping low enough in the back to expose the smooth expanse of my spine. The hemline cut dangerously high on my thighs, making my legs look incredibly long in my new strappy heels.“Allie,” Sarah murmured, leaning against the doorframe. “If Roman doesn’t lose his absolute mind when he sees you, I’m checking him into a hospital.”“He’s my brother’s best friend,” I reminded her, though my voice sounded small. Thicker.“He’s a man with eyes,” Alexa chimed in, adjusting the zipper on her backless black dress. “And right now, those blue-green eyes of yours are looking entirely too delicious.”I stared at my reflection. My long dark hair fell in soft waves past my shoulders, contrasting sharply agains

The physical pain of a fracturing mate bond was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It wasn't a dull ache; it was a living, clawing entity inside my chest that ripped at my lungs with every ragged breath I took. Every step I took away from VIP Room 3 felt like dragging my body through shards of broken glass. The invisible iron cord wrapping my heart to Roman's was stretching, pulling, and threatening to snap entirely, threatening to take my sanity with it. Behind me, the door scraped open completely against the doorframe. "Allie! *Allie, stop!*" Roman’s roar shattered the quiet luxury of the corridor. It wasn't the voice of my childhood best friend. It was the thunderous, suffocating command of a future Alpha, vibrating with enough raw, dominant power to make the walls tremble. The sound struck my spine, a biological trigger demanding that I halt, that I submit, that I turn back to my protector. But he wasn't my protector. He was the boy who had just destroyed me. I ignor

Allison The moment Roman’s lips slammed into mine, every ounce of resistance I had built up dissolved into pure, unadulterated chaos. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn't the kiss of the best friend who had walked me home in the rain or teased me at breakfast. This was the kiss of a starving man, an Alpha claiming his mate in the dark, cold underbelly of the city. He groaned deep in his throat, a raw, animalistic sound that vibrated straight down into my core. His tongue slid into my mouth, taking up space, dominant and possessive, tasting of top-shelf whiskey and the sharp, clean winter air of the alleyway. My inner wolf didn't just submit; she celebrated. She rose up to meet him, flooding my veins with a intoxicating rush of heat that made my head spin. My hands, which had been beating against his chest only seconds ago, tangled desperately into his dark, damp hair, pulling him closer, anchoring myself to him as the world tilted on its axis. I whined against his mouth, a pathetic,

AllisonThe private elevator ride up to Roman’s penthouse was the longest ninety seconds of my life.The air inside the mirrored car was dead silent, suffocatingly tense, and thick with a scent that was entirely new. The moment Roman found out I was a virgin, the raw, territorial energy of his wolf had shifted. It wasn't just aggressive desire anymore—it was a heavy, intoxicating male possessiveness that seemed to coat the very walls around us.Roman stood behind me, his massive chest flushed against my bare back. He didn’t touch me with his hands, but his future Alpha aura wrapped around me like a physical weight. I could see our reflection in the polished glass: me, flushed and trembling in the short blue satin dress, my dark hair a wild mess; and him, standing towering and rigid, his silver eyes fixed unblinkingly on the reflection of my neck.Right there, my wolf hummed, practically baring her throat in the mirror. That's where his teeth belong.When the elevator doors finally chi

Allison A ragged, breathless gasp tore from my throat as the solid, heavy length of Roman’s body pressed firmly against my aching core. The sensation was overwhelming—an intense, consuming heat that anchored him to the very center of my universe. It was a possessive, ancient magic, the physical reality of the mate bond locking us together, screaming at me to open up and submit to the Alpha hovering over me.Roman buried his face in the crook of my neck, his entire body trembling violently as he held himself absolutely still, waiting for me to adjust. His chest heaved against my breasts, his skin burning hot and slick with sweat.But as the seconds ticked by, the initial rush of white-hot desire began to collide with a cold, paralyzing wave of reality.I’ve never done this.The sheer size of him, the raw, primal silver glowing in his eyes, and the terrifying speed at which my life was changing since midnight suddenly crashed down on me. My inner walls didn't relax; instead, they clamp