All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

AVAFor one horrible second, I couldn't understand what I was looking at because the patch of grass where Aurora had been playing was empty, the flower bed was undisturbed, and there was absolutely no sign of my daughter anywhere in the garden.Then Damien moved.He crossed the grass with a speed that made the nearest guards turn sharply, his head lifting as his wolf pushed against his skin. I felt the change through our bond, that sudden wave of aggression and fear that made my own body react before my mind could catch up."Close every garden exit," he ordered, his voice carrying across the grounds. "Search the hedges, the fountain, the outer paths, and every room connected to this wing. Nobody leaves the estate."The guards scattered immediately, some shifting before they reached the far end of the garden, their clothes tearing as dark wolves raced between the trees. Damien was already checking behind the large stone planters, and I followed him, calling Aurora's name so loudly that

AVADamien looked at me as though I had just suggested throwing our daughter into a burning building and waiting to see which bastard came to rescue her.Honestly, considering the expression on his face, I almost wanted to insult him."Before you start looking at me like I'm completely insane, let me explain what I mean, because I'm not putting Aurora anywhere near those men, and if you interrupt me every five seconds with another threat about tearing somebody's throat out, we're never going to finish this conversation."His jaw shifted, but he remained quiet, which was probably the closest thing to cooperation I was going to get from an ancient Alpha whose daughter had just been threatened.I moved towards the main screen and studied the message again. The people behind it had deliberately chosen the Blackthorne name, not Damien's current identity, because they wanted to remind him that his bloodline was older than his present title. They weren't simply threatening a child; they were

AVAI stared at Edric Vale, wondering how many ridiculous things a grown man could say before somebody finally reminded him that he wasn't standing in some ancient Council chamber where everyone had to bow whenever he opened his mouth.Aurora had a future nobody understood.What the hell was that supposed to mean?My daughter was three years old. She still needed help putting on her shoes, occasionally tried to eat sweets before breakfast, and believed that every animal she saw deserved a name. Yesterday, she had spent nearly twenty minutes arguing with Damien because he wouldn't let her take his phone into the bath. There was nothing mysterious about her, and I wasn't going to stand there while a collection of bitter old men turned her childhood into some ridiculous supernatural story.I stepped closer to Edric."Stop talking about my daughter as though she's some ancient object you discovered in a dusty room, because Aurora is a child, not a prophecy, not a weapon, and certainly not

AVAEdric turned towards the sound of Aurora's frightened voice, and the moment I saw the weapon in his hand, every thought in my head disappeared except one: that bastard was not getting anywhere near my daughter.I didn't wait for Damien.I rushed past the doorway, grabbed the small wooden chair beside the wall, and hurled it towards Edric's arm. It struck his shoulder, knocking his aim sideways just as he raised the weapon. The gun discharged, the shot tearing into the ceiling, and I used the distraction to reach Aurora.She was standing beside the low cabinet, crying, with one hand gripping the edge of the furniture and the other holding her little wooden wolf. Her pink socks were dirty, and her face had gone red from crying, but she was standing on her feet."Mummy!"I caught her against my chest and turned my body between her and Edric, wrapping both arms around her while I backed towards the opposite wall."Look at me, baby, keep your face against my neck and hold onto my cloth

DAMIENI laughed before I could stop myself, and the sound seemed to surprise everyone in the room, including my own wolf, which had spent the last several minutes listening to our daughter interrogate us about whether her parents would ever stop arguing.Aurora was sitting between Ava and me, her little legs stretched across the cushion, one hand wrapped around a toy wolf and the other resting possessively on my thigh. She had inherited Ava's talent for asking questions nobody wanted to answer, along with my complete refusal to surrender an argument, which was becoming a rather unfortunate combination now that she had learned how to use both against us."Your mother and I have known each other for a long time, little wolf, and I doubt either of us will suddenly become agreeable just because you want a peaceful house when you're older," I told her, brushing a strand of dark hair away from her forehead.Ava turned towards me with a look that promised trouble, and I felt the corner of m