Todos os capítulos de His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

AVA By lunchtime, I had convinced myself that the violent nausea from the morning was stress, because apparently my body had decided that discovering my boyfriend was a centuries-old werewolf with a history of questionable decisions wasn't enough drama without adding stomach problems to the collection. I drank water, ate half a piece of toast, and went about my day, ignoring the uncomfortable twisting in my stomach because I had bills to pay and a life that didn't magically disappear just because Damien Cross had started occupying an unreasonable amount of space in my head.The problem with falling in love when you had spent years building your life around surviving on your own was that love didn't come with an instruction manual, and mine certainly hadn't arrived with a warning that the man would be gorgeous, possessive, rich enough to buy half the city, and capable of making me forget my own damn arguments with one look. I still had my own house, my own apartment, and my own choice

AVA The worst thing about Damien Cross being angry with me was that he didn't need to raise his voice anymore, because the bastard had perfected the art of making me feel like I had personally ruined his entire existence just by looking in my direction.Three days had passed since our argument, and he hadn't called me once.I had called him twice, which was already humiliating enough, considering I had spent most of my adult life telling men that I didn't chase anybody unless they had dropped money on the floor. Both calls had gone unanswered, and when I sent a message asking whether he was deliberately ignoring me, he replied nearly two hours later with a cold, irritatingly reasonable sentence about being occupied with pack business.Pack business. Wonderful. Perhaps his wolves were holding an emergency meeting about what a spectacularly stupid woman their Alpha had chosen to love.I wanted to apologize, but every time I opened our conversation, the words got stuck somewhere between

AVAFor several seconds, I couldn't make my mouth work because Damien's words had landed somewhere deeper than my pride, somewhere ugly and tender that I had spent years trying to protect, and the worst part was that he wasn't some stranger whose opinion I could laugh off after collecting my money. He was the man whose arms I wanted around me when I woke from bad dreams, the man whose scent had become so familiar that I could recognize him in a crowded room, and the man I had been trying desperately to stop disappointing because I wanted him to look at me and see a woman worth keeping.Instead, he had looked at me and seen a whore.I opened my mouth to fight back, ready to tell him exactly where he could shove his billionaire money and his precious reputation, but my throat closed around the words, and my eyes started filling so quickly that I had to blink hard to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks. I hated crying in front of men, especially men who were angry with me, becaus

DAMIEN "I'm ending this." Ava's words remained between us, trembling and ugly, and for several seconds I stood there watching her as though my mind had refused to accept what my ears had heard. I had spent centuries watching enemies threaten me, watching men swear they would destroy my pack, watching people I trusted turn against me when the cost of loyalty became too high, but none of those things had prepared me for the sight of the woman I loved crying in front of me and deciding she would rather walk away than let me hurt her again. My first instinct was anger, because even now, with tears running down her face, I could not understand how she had accepted another man's invitation after everything I had already told her about what I wanted from her. I had never asked her to surrender her independence, and I had never demanded that she become some obedient little thing who waited at home for me to return, but I had expected honesty, and I had expected her to understand that I

DAMIEN By the third night without Ava, I had begun to hate the sound of my own house.Every clock seemed louder than it had any right to be, every footstep in the corridor irritated me, and the slightest mistake from my staff was enough to make me look at somebody as though I was considering whether the pack could survive without them. I had spent centuries making sure Blackthorne House ran with ruthless precision, yet that week I found myself staring at reports without reading a single line, signing documents I had to review twice, and dismissing people from meetings because their voices were getting on my nerves.Nobody mentioned Ava's name around me.They didn't need to, because the absence of her scent in my rooms was enough to make my wolf pace inside my chest like a caged animal, restless and furious, constantly searching for something it couldn't find. I could still remember the warmth of her body against mine, the way she stole the blankets and then accused me of being a huma