The Alpha’s Ex-Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Irina's POVThere was a lot of work to do. What am I even saying? There is always a lot of work to do. Always. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning to the moment I collapse onto my bed at night, there was never enough time, never enough hands, never enough of me to go around.Today, I had been assigned to the garden. A rare assignment, one that usually went to the senior servants, the ones who had earned the privilege of working in the fresh air instead of the stuffy corridors. I didn't know why Mrs. Rose had given it to me, and I didn't ask. I just took the shears and went to work.I sat there on the stone bench, trimming the rose bushes, my fingers moving automatically, my mind elsewhere. The roses were beautiful—deep red, almost black in the shadows, with petals so soft they seemed to glow in the afternoon light. But even the most beautiful flowers could pierce you when you weren't looking. One wrong move, one moment of carelessness, and the thorns would draw blood.That w

Anikta's POVI’m worried about Irina.I haven't seen her since the feast.I heard some rumors that were spreading through the castle like wildfire. The despicable creatures, the witches, were encroaching on our lands, the Redmoon Pack. They had set fire in a forest, they said. War was definitely coming.I didn't like the witches. Forget the tales people told, the stories of curses and dark magic and babies stolen from their cribs. My hatred for them wasn't based on rumor or fear. It was personal.A witch had placed a curse on my dad.Why? Because she loved him.Now that's funny, right? She loved him, but he didn't love her back. He couldn't. He had found his mate, my mother, and he loved her with everything he had. Their bond was strong, unbreakable, the kind of love that people wrote songs about.The witch couldn't accept it. She had wanted him, had imagined a life with him, and when he chose someone else, when he chose the mate the Moon Goddess had given him, she didn't step aside g

Leon's Pov I removed my robe slowly, watching her eyes track the movement. Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She was staring deeply and I let her. I want her to see. I want her to know what she did to me.Her face heated up when she looked down, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.I sank into the water, moving toward her, closing the distance between us. She didn't pull away. She just watched me, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.Then I held her.The spark that flowed through my body when my hand touched her waist was like lightning. I had felt it before, every time we were close, but this was different. This was skin to skin, heat to heat.I so wanted to devour her. Every part of her. I wanted to taste her skin, to feel her beneath me, to lose myself in her until there was nothing left but the two of us and the fire that burned between us.I leaned down, pressing my lips to her neck. Her skin was soft and warm. I nibbled gently and she threw

Anikta’s PovHe went lower. His lips trailed down my stomach, my hips, my thighs, leaving a path of fire. I watched him in half-lidded eyes, my breath coming in short, sharp gasp, my hands gripped the sheets tightly. Every touch, every kisses sent sparks through my body. Then I felt his tongue in my moist area. My hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer. He worked wonders with his tongue. He made slow circles, quick flicks that made my thighs tremble and my mind blank. I never imagined anything like this. Then he dipped a finger inside me. Then pain was sharp and sudden but the pleasure was blinding. My eyes rolled back, my hips bucking against his hand, wanting more even as I gasped at the stretch. If his fingers could hurt, I wondered how I was going to take him in. His shaft was, thick, long, and I have felt it pressing against me. I wonder how something that big could fit inside me. He dipped another finger, and I was writhing, my body caught between pain and pleasure, m

Irina's POVAs time went on, me and Kathrine became close.It surprised me, honestly. I had never been good at making friends. Anikta was the exception, the one person who had managed to crack through my walls and find the person underneath. But Kathrine... Kathrine was different. She didn't try to crack my walls. She simply existed beside me patiently until I found myself opening up without even realizing I was doing it.Days turned into a week. Or maybe it was longer. I don’t even know. For the first time in my life, I wasn't being yelled at or ordered around or made to feel like less than nothing."Irina, get me the firewood," Kathrine called from inside the cottage, her melodious voice carrying through the open window.I smiled to myself and headed to the back of the cottage, where the woodpile stood stacked against the old oak tree. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, and the air was cool and crisp against my skin.Kathrine wanted to cook soup. S