All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DAMIENRed Hollow had chosen a particularly stupid way to announce that they wanted a war, and as I stood in my study with their challenge burning in my hand, I found myself wondering whether their Alpha had finally become senile or whether somebody had convinced him that threatening my unborn child was a clever way to end his own life.The document smelled of fresh ink and the messenger's nervous sweat, while Garrick stood opposite me, waiting for instructions and carefully avoiding the kind of expression that might suggest he had an opinion about what I should do. Ava remained beside the desk, one hand resting against her stomach, and I could feel her anger through the bond, hot and unsettled beneath the fear she was trying to conceal from me.I wanted to tear the letter apart, drag the Red Hollow Alpha out of whatever hole he called a home, and make him explain to my face why he believed he could demand my child as though I were some weak old bastard who had forgotten how to defend

AVAFor a moment, I honestly thought I had misunderstood the two bastards standing in front of me, because surely nobody could walk into another person's territory, threaten her unborn child, and then offer murder as though they were discussing the price of a fucking handbag.The guard in front of me shifted his stance, blocking more of my body from their view while the others spread out along the path, their hands hovering near their weapons. I could feel my own fingers trembling against my stomach, and I hated that these strangers had managed to frighten me before I had even decided what to do with the ridiculous garbage coming out of their mouths.Kill Damien.The man who held me when my nightmares became too ugly to explain, who could barely sleep if I was uncomfortable, who had started kissing my stomach whenever he thought nobody was watching, and who had nearly driven himself insane trying to keep me safe. They wanted me to put a knife in him, watch him bleed, and then trust a

AVABy late afternoon, Damien had washed the blood from his hands twice, changed his shirt, and sent three guards to stand outside the security office where Gideon Shaw was being held, but none of that had made the expression on his face any less frightening.I watched him from the bedroom doorway while he stood beside the window, one hand resting against the frame and his shoulders held so rigidly that the fabric across his back pulled tight. He had barely spoken since the incident, and whenever somebody approached him with a report, they delivered it quickly and left without waiting for an answer, which told me everything I needed to know about the state of his temper.I was angry with him, scared for him, and so deeply in love with him that sometimes I wanted to shake myself until some common sense finally fell out of my ears.The worst part was that I understood what had happened downstairs. Those men had taken the most painful parts of my childhood and turned them into ammunition

AVADamien had promised to spend the rest of his life making sure I never questioned how desperately he loved me, which was a very sweet thing to say until the following week arrived and his schedule became so bloody ridiculous that I started considering whether I should send him an invoice for emotional neglect, complete with interest and a penalty fee for every night I had to sleep without stealing warmth from his irritatingly perfect body.He wasn't ignoring me, exactly, because the bastard still called whenever he had a spare minute, sent food to whichever room I happened to be occupying, and somehow knew when I had skipped lunch despite being several miles away dealing with whatever mess had landed on his desk. He remembered my cravings, asked whether I had slept properly, and threatened to personally remove the head of anyone who made me uncomfortable, but lately our conversations were squeezed between meetings, security reports, and calls that left his jaw tight and his voice c

DAMIENElena's words followed me long after I left the examination room, and no matter how tightly I closed my fists or how carefully I controlled my breathing, I could still feel the pain that had travelled through the bond the previous night, the awful pressure beneath my ribs when our child moved inside Ava and the terror that had flooded me when she cried against my chest.Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her sweater over her stomach while complaining that Elena had spent twenty minutes examining her and still hadn't explained why her baby seemed determined to rearrange her insides without permission. She tried to make a joke about charging the child rent for all the damage, but her fingers kept rubbing the same place on her abdomen, and every time she glanced at me, I saw the question she was too frightened to ask.I wanted to tell her everything I had discovered, every old account of human women who had carried Alpha children and never survived the delivery, but t