Todos los capítulos de His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

AVA Three days after Cassian's attack, the mansion still looked like somebody had dragged a war through every expensive room and then decided to leave the mess for the housekeepers. The western entrance was being rebuilt, several windows had been replaced, and the medical wing was still full of injured guards, but Damien had somehow managed to turn the entire property into a military headquarters without asking whether the rest of us wanted to live inside one. He was in his office when I walked in carrying Aurora, who had decided that sleeping was a completely unreasonable activity and was currently chewing on the collar of my blouse. "Your daughter has been trying to eat my clothes since breakfast, and if you don't take her before she destroys another expensive outfit, I'm sending you the bill," I announced. Damien looked up from the documents on his desk, and his entire expression changed when he saw Aurora. The man could be discussing executions, territorial borders, and the col

AVAI found Damien in the study after lunch, standing beside the enormous window with the First Dominion emblem sitting on his desk like some ugly little invitation to a funeral. He had changed his shirt, but there was still a faint cut across his knuckles from the fight at the mansion, and his expression suggested he was considering several unpleasant ways to deal with whoever had decided to bring ancient family drama to our front door.I closed the door behind me."Before you start pretending everything is perfectly under control, I want us to have a conversation about that ridiculous demand from the First Dominion."He turned towards me, his eyes briefly moving over my face before settling on the folder in my hand.I dropped it onto his desk."I read the documents Garrick brought upstairs, and apparently these people believe you're supposed to surrender your authority because they think your family stole something from them centuries ago. Fine, let them believe whatever nonsense ke

AVAI had never imagined that one day I would be sitting in a room full of werewolf Alphas, arguing about laws that had existed longer than most human countries, while a group of elderly supernatural men looked at me as though I had personally insulted their ancestors.Honestly, some of them deserved worse.The first meeting had been a disaster. One Alpha from the northern territories had actually suggested that human partners should remain under their werewolf mates' authority because humans lacked the strength and lifespan necessary to understand supernatural politics. I had stared at him for several seconds, wondering whether somebody had accidentally brought an idiot into the room, before asking whether he had been dropped on his head as a puppy.Damien had coughed into his hand.Garrick had looked at the ceiling.The old bastard had not laughed.That was how my political career began.Weeks had passed since Cassian's attack, and the proposed reforms were slowly taking shape. Dami

DAMIENI had faced armed rebellions, watched men twice my age kneel in blood, and spent centuries making enemies understand that threatening my family was an exceptionally stupid way to die. Yet somehow, standing in my bedroom with a ring catalogue open on my desk, I was beginning to suspect that asking Ava Monroe to marry me might be the most dangerous thing I had ever attempted.She had looked at me the previous night with those troublesome eyes of hers, one hand resting against my chest while she told me to ask properly. I could still feel the warmth of her fingers through my shirt, and the memory of her mouth against mine was becoming an irritating distraction that refused to leave me alone. She wanted a proper proposal, which was reasonable enough, except I had absolutely no intention of allowing some stranger to sell me a ridiculous arrangement of diamonds that Ava would probably insult before throwing it into a drawer.I closed the catalogue and looked at the small velvet box o

DAMIENAva had said yes, and somehow I was still sitting on the bed with her hands gripping my face as though she expected me to change my mind if she released me. Her tears had wet my fingers, her laughter kept interrupting her attempts to speak, and the ring remained inside its box because she had kissed me before I could put it on her finger.I had never been particularly fond of celebrations, but I was beginning to understand why men became idiots when they were happy. I couldn't stop looking at her, and every time she caught me doing it, she smiled in that irritatingly beautiful way that made my wolf push against my skin."Are you going to put the ring on me, or are we supposed to spend the entire night staring at each other like two people who have lost their bloody minds?"I took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. It fitted perfectly, and she turned her hand beneath the light, examining the stone before looking at me with a grin that made the entire room seem less