Todos los capítulos de His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

DAMIEN I returned to the mansion with Ava's scent still clinging to my shirt, and for once, the enormous house did not feel like a place I had to endure between battles, council meetings, and the endless problems that came with being an Alpha who had lived far too long. I could still feel the warmth of her fingers between mine, remember the way she had looked at me when she asked whether I truly loved her, and hear the uncertainty beneath her teasing voice when she tried to disguise how frightened she was of trusting me again.My son or daughter was growing inside her.The thought followed me through the entrance hall, and I caught myself touching the place on my hand where her fingers had rested before I shoved both hands into my pockets and continued toward the main staircase. I had survived centuries of wars, betrayals, and enemies who had devoted entire lifetimes to finding ways to kill me, yet the knowledge that Ava was carrying my child had left me feeling strangely exposed, as

AVAI called Damien three times, and by the third attempt I was ready to throw my phone through the window, because apparently the man who could make an entire pack tremble with one look had suddenly become too busy to answer his pregnant girlfriend when she was discovering strange men stationed around her apartment like she lived inside a bloody military compound.I paced between the living room and the front door, peering through the peephole whenever I heard footsteps outside, and each time I spotted one of those men, my irritation grew until it was difficult to distinguish it from the nervous feeling crawling beneath my skin. They weren't doing anything openly threatening, which somehow made it worse, because I couldn't even march outside and accuse them of frightening me without sounding like a woman who had watched too many crime films.I sent Damien a message telling him to call me immediately, then threw the phone onto the couch and spent the next hour trying to get on with my

DAMIEN I had faced armed men without flinching, watched enemies beg for their lives at my feet, and carried the weight of three centuries of blood on my hands, yet none of those things had prepared me for lying beside Ava Monroe in the dark and staring at the small rise of her stomach as though the entire world had somehow become small enough to fit beneath my palm. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, pacing in circles, its claws scraping against the inside of my mind while I tried to understand why the thought of touching her stomach filled me with something so fierce that I could barely breathe normally. I had touched Ava in a thousand ways, kissed every part of her she allowed me to kiss, held her when she cried, and felt her body tremble beneath mine, but this was different because there was somebody else there, somebody neither of us had met, somebody who already had the power to turn an immortal Alpha into a frightened fool. Ava lifted her head from the pillow, her hair fall

AVAThe moment Damien told me to put the weapon down, every stupid joke I had prepared for his return disappeared from my head, because I knew that voice, and I knew the expression on his face meant he was furious enough to make everybody around him reconsider their life choices.His black coat hung open, his hair was slightly disheveled from traveling, and those golden eyes were fixed on the padded knife in my hand as if I had just walked into the training yard holding a loaded gun. The guards had gone suspiciously quiet, Garrick looked like he was calculating how quickly he could disappear, and I suddenly remembered that I was standing in front of an immortal werewolf Alpha who could probably break every bone in my body before I finished insulting him.I lowered the weapon slowly, trying not to look as frightened as I felt, but Damien noticed anyway because apparently the bastard could detect a change in my breathing from across an entire continent."Everyone out of the yard, Garric

AVAFor several seconds, I couldn't understand what Garrick had just said, although every word had reached my ears perfectly well, because my brain kept catching on the same ugly phrase and turning it over until it felt like something sharp scraping against the inside of my skull.The future mother of your heir.Not Ava. Not Damien's mate. Not the woman who had nearly lost her mind when that pregnancy test turned positive, who had cried alone in her bathroom because she was terrified the father of her child would look at her past and decide she wasn't worth believing. Apparently, I was now some important female carrying an important baby for important werewolves who had apparently lost their fucking minds.I slowly removed my hands from Damien's, and he turned toward me immediately, his expression darkening as he noticed the change in my face."Explain what you mean by taking control of what I'm carrying, Garrick, because I would like to hear exactly what those men think they have the