All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DAMIEN Pain had reduced the world to something I could barely recognize, a blur of white lights, unfamiliar voices, and hands pressing against wounds that refused to close no matter how many times the doctors tried. I could hear them talking about blood loss, damaged tissue, and the strange failure of my healing, but their words reached me through a thick haze, and every attempt to draw a proper breath sent a fresh blade of agony through my chest. My wolf was worse. It clawed at my insides, desperate to rise, desperate to heal, desperate to find the one thing missing from the room, but its power kept collapsing beneath the pain. I had survived wars that had left entire territories soaked in blood, had walked away from injuries that would have killed ordinary wolves before they could call for help, and now I lay on a medical bed while strangers tried to keep me alive because my own body had apparently decided it was finished obeying me. I hated the helplessness more than the pai

AVA I stared at the calendar on my phone until the numbers began to blur, and then I did something so stupid that I actually laughed, a strange, shaky laugh that escaped my mouth while my eyes were still burning with tears.“Oh, Ava, please get a grip on yourself,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead as if I could physically knock some sense into my brain. “Periods get late all the time, you absolute idiot, and it doesn't mean your life is about to turn into some ridiculous disaster movie, so stop acting like you've just received a death sentence.”I laughed again, louder this time, because apparently my body had decided that laughing at my own terror was better than admitting how badly I was shaking. I had been stressed, barely sleeping, crying over Damien like a pathetic woman who had forgotten she possessed an actual personality outside one irritatingly handsome, controlling werewolf, and the last few weeks had been enough to mess up anybody's body.Except my period was not just a day

DAMIEN The moment Ava's message status changed to read, I straightened in my chair so abruptly that the glass beside my hand rattled against the table, and my wolf lifted its head inside me with such immediate attention that I felt its restless energy crawl beneath my skin. I had spent nearly an hour staring at her name on my phone before I finally sent those three words, deleting several longer messages because every version sounded either too desperate or too much like an order, and now that she had seen what I'd written, I found myself waiting like a fucking fool for a woman who had every reason to hate me. I watched the screen until the light dimmed, touched it to wake it again, and checked whether she was typing, even though the empty space beneath my message remained stubbornly unchanged. She could have been busy, or she could have read my words and decided that whatever she felt for me had finally died, but my wolf didn't care about any of those reasonable explanations becau

AVA The days after I told Maya about the pregnancy turned into one long, miserable struggle between my body and my bank account, and honestly, I wasn't sure which one was trying harder to finish me off. I woke up nauseated, spent half the morning trying to convince myself that dry bread counted as a proper meal, then lay on my bed staring at the ceiling because even getting dressed felt like a task meant for somebody with more energy and fewer problems than me.Money was becoming a serious problem, not the kind you could solve by skipping a few unnecessary purchases or telling yourself to be sensible until payday, because there was no payday coming and my savings were disappearing into rent, electricity, transport, and the ridiculous number of things I needed just to keep living. I had started calculating the price of everything before buying it, putting things back on shelves when the total became too high, and pretending I wasn't hungry when my stomach twisted because I couldn't af

AVAI stared at Damien with his hand resting over my stomach, and I swear the man was going to make me cry again if he kept looking at me like that, because I had spent weeks imagining every possible way he might reject me, yet here he was kneeling in my tiny apartment, promising that neither I nor the child growing inside me would ever have to beg him for love."You cannot just say things like that and expect me to stop being scared, Damien, because I have spent so many nights worrying about how I'm going to afford food and rent that sometimes I forget there's a whole human being depending on me, and now you're making promises that are so beautiful I want to believe every word even though I'm still frightened you'll wake up tomorrow and regret saying them," I whispered, running my fingers through his untidy hair.He lifted his head, caught my hand, and pressed his mouth against my palm before rising to his feet. "Then let me prove it to you, sweetheart."That was all he said, and som