Todos los capítulos de His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

DAMIENAva's face followed me into the darkness behind my eyes long after she turned away, and the worst part was that I could not blame her for wanting answers when I had spent centuries burying the truth beneath new names, new houses, and graves nobody living remembered. She had asked what happened in 1842, and I had looked at the woman I loved as though her question were a weapon, because there were things I had done that could not be softened by explaining the reasons, no matter how badly I wanted her to understand.I left the bedroom before my wolf could make the decision for me, closing the door quietly while Ava remained beside the bed, hurt and angry enough that I could feel the distance through the bond. I wanted to return, pull her against my chest, and tell her everything, but the memory was already clawing its way up, dragging me back to a winter when I believed fear was the only language an Alpha needed.In 1842, Blackthorne territory had been starving.The rebellion bega

AVA By the time I reached my house, I had convinced myself that leaving Damien's mansion was the sensible thing to do, although the part of me that had spent the entire drive remembering his hands on my waist, his mouth against my neck, and the way his eyes followed me around a room was making a complete fucking mockery of that decision.I wanted distance, not a breakup, and there was a difference that apparently nobody had bothered explaining to my heart before it decided to fall for an immortal werewolf with the emotional communication skills of a locked basement. I still loved Damien, which was inconvenient as hell, but loving him didn't mean I had to swallow the knowledge that he had ordered innocent people killed and then spent centuries carrying on as though the world owed him an apology for what happened afterward.My phone vibrated before I had finished unlocking the front door, and his name appeared on the screen, making my stomach twist so sharply that I nearly answered jus

DAMIEN I knew Ava was investigating me before the second report reached my desk, because the bond had been restless since she returned to the mansion to see Elena, and the guards stationed outside the library had noticed the historical records spread across the table. She had not come to see me, had not asked whether I was available, and had walked through my house as though I were another locked door she had no intention of opening until she decided what waited behind it.I should have been grateful she was still willing to enter my home, but jealousy is an ugly thing when it has nowhere reasonable to go, and mine had begun chewing through every ounce of restraint I possessed. Elena could sit beside Ava while she studied the worst years of my life, could hear her questions and watch her face change as the answers emerged, while I was expected to remain in another room and accept that the woman I loved was learning to fear me from strangers who had never known the man I had become.M

AVA The key Isolde gave me sat on my kitchen counter beside a mug of coffee I had forgotten to drink, and every time I walked past it, I felt like throwing the damn thing into the rubbish and pretending I had never met the woman. Unfortunately, I was curious, and curiosity had already dragged me into a relationship with an immortal Alpha whose past included a massacre, several fake identities, and enough missing information to fill a bloody museum. Throwing away the key would not make me forget what Isolde had said, and it certainly wouldn't stop me wondering what Damien had hidden so carefully that his former fiancée thought I needed to find it. I called Elena that evening and described the key, including the strange wolf-shaped head and the tiny markings along its edge. She asked me to send her a photograph, then spent several minutes examining it on her phone before telling me that the design looked older than the modern pack symbols she knew, although she couldn't identify the

AVA "Never," Damien said, and the word came out so immediately that I almost believed him before remembering the stack of records downstairs, the woman's name in his handwriting, and all those years of people disappearing because somebody had decided their knowledge was dangerous.I stood across from him with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to make sense of the man who had just admitted to taking away a stranger's memories while looking me in the face and promising he would never do the same to me. His expression hadn't changed much, but the muscles along his jaw had tightened, and I could see the wolf beneath his skin pushing against the control he was using to keep himself still."You said that awfully quickly, Damien, and I want to believe you so badly that it's making me suspicious of my own judgment, because how am I supposed to know you're telling me the truth when you've spent centuries deciding which parts of your life other people are allowed to see?"His gaze stayed o