All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

His forehead dropped against mine, and whatever I had been about to say disappeared because Damien's breathing had changed so badly that I could feel every uneven breath against my mouth.His hand was still around my neck, but he wasn't squeezing anymore, and that somehow scared me more because his fingers had gone rigid against my skin like he was holding himself back from doing something neither of us had decided on.I stayed where I was, mostly because my legs had suddenly forgotten how standing worked, and partly because moving away would have meant admitting that I was scared enough to run from the man I had come here specifically to confront.His forehead remained against mine for another few seconds before he pulled back sharply, dragging his hand away from my neck as though my skin had burned him.I stared at him.He turned his face away.That pissed me off.After everything that had happened tonight, after the invisible force, the screaming man, the mark burning whenever some

I stared at him like he had suddenly grown another head because there was no way I had heard that correctly, and yet the key was still sitting in his pocket while he stood between me and the door as though locking me inside his room had somehow become a perfectly reasonable thing to do.“You actually locked the door.”I heard the disbelief in my own voice and hated it because it made me sound far less brave than I wanted to be, especially when Damien was watching me with that dark, unreadable expression that always made me feel like I had walked into a conversation where he already knew how it would end.“You were leaving.”“I was thinking about leaving.”His mouth tightened slightly. “You were walking toward the door.”“Well, maybe because normal people don't lock women inside rooms after telling them to come closer.”His gaze moved over my face, lingering around my mouth before returning to my eyes, and something about the way he looked at me made the air feel heavier than it had a

The stranger's face changed the second Damien stepped toward him, and that was the part I couldn't stop staring at because this man had walked into the corridor looking like he owned the damn place, had looked directly at Damien like he had something important to say, and then suddenly seemed to remember that whatever he had come here to say was probably not worth getting himself killed over.He swallowed, his gaze flicking briefly toward me before snapping back to Damien, and I caught the smallest movement in his jaw as though he was forcing himself not to say whatever was sitting on the tip of his tongue.“You were about to tell me something,” I said, because apparently nobody else in this ridiculous hotel knew how to have a normal conversation.The stranger's eyes moved toward me again.Damien shifted. He didn't touch the man, didn't raise his voice, didn't threaten him, but something about that single movement made the stranger immediately step backward, and I watched the irritati

The word wolf kept repeating inside my head while the man dragged me through the narrow service corridor, and I hated that my brain had finally decided to start working properly at the exact moment when working properly was probably going to get me killed.Every wolf in this city.He had said it like I was supposed to understand what the hell that meant, like there was some secret dictionary everyone except me had been handed at birth, and I was suddenly sick of being the only idiot standing in the middle of a conversation where everybody else knew the rules.I twisted against his grip again, but his arm locked around my waist so tightly that my ribs protested, and when I tried to shout, his hand covered my mouth harder.“Stop fighting unless you want me to hurt you,” he muttered, pulling me around another corner while the sounds of the hotel disappeared behind us.I shook my head violently, because obviously I did not want him to hurt me, but I also wasn't going to cooperate with a s

The glass came flying inward in pieces, scattering across the marble so violently that I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face against Damien’s chest, my injured ankle jerking when he shifted me higher in his arms, and the sound of people screaming around us nearly swallowed the deep, furious growl vibrating through him. Something crashed behind us, followed by the frantic pounding of shoes, but Damien didn't run blindly like the other people trying to escape because he turned his body sideways, shielding my head beneath his chin while shards of glass struck his back and bounced off his shoulders.“Get the guests out through the eastern exits, lock down every service entrance, and don't let anybody near the underground levels without my permission,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos without needing to rise, and the men in black suits who had been pretending to be ordinary hotel security immediately moved into action.I lifted my head just enough to see one of them vau