All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

AVAThree years had passed since I stood in Damien's bedroom and told him I wanted forever, and somehow the bastard had managed to make that promise feel less like a prison sentence and more like a life I actually wanted to wake up to every morning. Not that living with Damien Cross had become peaceful, because marrying an ancient Alpha didn't suddenly turn him into some harmless man who spent his days arranging flowers and asking people politely to leave his property.He was still terrifying when he wanted to be, still had that dark look that made grown wolves lower their eyes, and still believed that every problem could be solved by putting enough security around it. The difference was that he now had a wife who regularly told him to get his head out of his arse, and a three-year-old daughter who had inherited his stubbornness with absolutely none of his patience.Aurora Kiara was currently standing on the kitchen island in my house, wearing one pink sock, one white sock, and a litt

DAMIEN The sound of the table hitting the floor sent two guards rushing through the sitting-room doors, but I was already beside Aurora, lifting her away from the shattered vase before she could put her little feet down among the broken pieces. She stared at the fallen furniture with wide eyes, apparently more surprised by the noise than frightened by what she had done, while Ava stood near the sofa with one hand pressed against her chest. “Take the broken pieces out and keep everyone away from this room until the floor has been checked,” I ordered, without taking my eyes off my daughter. The guards moved immediately, but Aurora wriggled in my arms, pointing towards the wooden horse trapped beneath the overturned table. “My horse is under there, Daddy, and you must get it because I was trying to save it before the big table fell down.” I looked at the table, then at the little girl who had moved it, and felt my wolf stir beneath my skin. The furniture was solid oak, heavy enough t

DAMIENAurora was running through the estate with the wooden marker still clutched in her little hand, laughing as though she had just committed the greatest crime in werewolf history, and I was beginning to understand why warriors returned from battle looking less exhausted than I felt after spending an afternoon with my daughter.She darted around the edge of the training yard, passed two guards who immediately moved out of her way, and headed towards the garden path where Ava stood watching us with an expression that suggested she had no intention of helping me. My wife had folded her arms, her lips pressed together as she fought another laugh, and when I looked towards her for assistance, she simply raised her eyebrows.“Your daughter is running away from her father, Damien, and I would hate to interfere with such an important exercise in family bonding.”I gave her a look that would have sent most people searching for an exit, but Ava only laughed and leaned against the garden ra

AVAAurora had been begging Damien for so many days that I was beginning to suspect she had discovered some secret way of controlling her father, because every morning she would climb onto his lap, mention my old apartment, and remind him that he had promised to take us there. She even brought him one of her little toy houses and pointed at it while explaining that Mummy's old house was probably just like that, except with bigger rooms and somewhere to keep her toys.Damien eventually surrendered, although he insisted on checking the building's condition and arranging security before we went anywhere. I laughed when he told me this, because apparently visiting a small apartment where I had once lived required the same preparation as entering an enemy territory.“Damien, we're visiting my old apartment, not invading another pack's headquarters, and I would appreciate it if you didn't frighten the neighbours before we even reach the front door.”He gave me that familiar look.“I want th

DAMIENI had stood outside that room for longer than I intended, listening to my wife explain a part of her life that she had spent years defending against people who had never bothered to understand it. I had heard her speak about the money, the men, the clothes, the choices, and the ugly things people had said about her, but what stayed with me was the way she had looked at our daughter while explaining that none of those things made her less worthy of love.Ava had changed, although not in the way I once expected her to change.There had been a time when I thought loving her meant protecting her from the world, including the parts of herself I didn't understand. I wanted her to dress differently, behave differently, abandon certain habits, and become someone whose choices would never give another man a reason to look at her. I had called it protection because admitting that jealousy and fear were driving me would have required me to confront how little control I actually had over h