All Chapters of The Alpha’s Chosen Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

When Helena felt those lips pressing against hers, his tongue trying to force its way into her mouth... her body reacted fiercely.Helena kicked him in the groin with all her strength, sending him staggering backward with his hands between his legs, his face contorted in pain.Helena did not shrink back in fear of the consequences of what she had just done. She had spent all those days locked in that room and afraid; she had to hold on to some sense of pride inside herself and show a measure of courage.Lance panted heavily for several minutes, hunched over in pain. After a moment, he straightened up and looked at Helena, his gaze fixed on her face before slowly descending to her lips."I couldn't resist. You taste so good, and you have the most beautiful face I've ever seen," Lance said with no trace of regret.When Helena saw a cynical smile spread across his lips, she hated him—deeply—visualizing herself killing him. The hatred she harbored in her core suffocated her completely."O

Henry and Gracie finally spotted a village, but it was already dark and cold. They had walked along the road practically the entire day. Gracie hugged herself and occasionally rubbed her arms, trying to make her body warm up.Henry watched her as the girl's red lips began to take on a bluish tint. The night was getting colder and colder.Henry looked at his own clothes, searching for anything of value he could use to pay for a night at an inn, at least for her. He had put his pouch of coins inside his coat, but after everything that had happened during the battle at the castle, he no longer had it."Look!" Gracie shouted.She pointed toward a small building. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was very eye-catching. The house was painted in bright colors, and the words "Venus House" were written across the front.Several men were entering and leaving the place."Let's go! They must have rooms!" Gracie exclaimed excitedly.She headed toward the brothel because it was clearly a house of pl

ABDULLAHDimitri examined himself in the enormous mirror in the shop. The saleswoman had recommended typical clothing from the region. He was wearing slightly loose burgundy pants, a white shirt paired with a black coat with golden trim, and a round hat, also red, finely embroidered in gold. Dimitri was even wearing gold earrings in his ears. If it weren't for his almost translucent white skin, platinum-blond hair, and deep blue eyes, he could have passed for a man of Abdullah.Néri, the owner of the shop, said that those were clothes worn only by the most successful people in Abdullah. Even though he was unfamiliar with the customs of the place, Dimitri admired the earrings in his ears. They really suited him."Sir, you look perfect!" Néri exclaimed excitedly.Derek emerged from one of the other fitting rooms wearing clothes similar to Dimitri's, followed closely by Leon. The variations were in the colors and embroidery designs, but the trio was perfectly well dressed."I look like a

Helena raised the knife toward a completely reluctant Lina.Lina understood Helena's reasoning: sacrificing herself to break the curse that had taken hold of the Commander. Lina felt how terrible it was.Helena was willing to die so that the Alpha's consciousness and life could be restored. The Commander was the Supreme Alpha of the entire Raven Island, and once he returned to himself, Lance would not stand the slightest chance. No werewolf could match the Alpha in power. However, Lance knew there was a weakness he could exploit, and that weakness was Helena.The Oriska looked at the Lady of Raven Island with immense admiration. She had always harbored feelings of respect and affection for her, but now she saw how brave and selfless she was.Who among the nobility would risk their life for the sake of others? And besides, Helena was clearly descended from a Banshee. On the island, the elders and clan leaders taught that Banshees were evil creatures, completely of the darkness, and tha

Days Before What Happened to Helena.How many days had passed?The chained man woke to the sound of a key turning in the lock of the cell. When he felt that peaceful energy wash over him, he immediately knew who it was even before opening his eyes.Lina was holding a bowl of water in her hands. She was wearing a black dress, her hair pulled back. James Turner looked at the female's face as she began to heal his wounds. There were several of them, and they were beginning to disappear.As always happened whenever she appeared in his cell since the day he had been imprisoned, James felt that familiar sensation of the sun on his skin, which was impossible. He had been locked up for at least weeks in the dampest and darkest cell in the castle, without a single opening through which sunlight could penetrate. And yet, when the Oriska entered, it was as if the sun entered with her as well.When Lina brought the bowl to James's lips, he drank the water greedily and felt his stomach ache. He wa