All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

AVAAurora had apparently decided that loving her mother was optional, because at seven years old she had become so ridiculously attached to Damien that I sometimes wondered whether I had given birth to a little girl or delivered a tiny, extremely demanding second wife for my husband.The child followed him everywhere, stole his office chair whenever he left the room, demanded to sit beside him during meetings, and had somehow convinced the most terrifying Alpha in the supernatural world that carrying a seven-year-old girl around the mansion while she explained the complicated rules of her imaginary kingdom was a perfectly reasonable use of his time. She even preferred his phone to her own tablet, despite the fact that I had bought her an expensive one with a pink cover and enough games to keep another child occupied for an entire year.Yesterday, she had walked straight past me in the breakfast room, climbed onto Damien's lap, and announced that she wanted him to help with her school

DAMIENI had commanded armies, watched entire territories fall under my authority, and spent centuries making men twice my size reconsider their decisions, yet I was standing in my own kitchen holding a frying pan while my seven-year-old daughter explained that I was supposed to make pancakes shaped like wolves.Apparently, being an Alpha meant absolutely nothing when a little girl decided her father needed supervision.Aurora stood on a small wooden stool beside the kitchen counter, wearing an apron that was too large for her and had already managed to get flour across her cheeks. She had insisted on helping me because her mother had promised we would make breakfast together, and although I had expected Ava to take control of the cooking, she had apparently decided that I deserved the responsibility after years of enjoying meals prepared by other people."You're putting too much flour inside the bowl, Daddy, because Mummy says we have to follow the measurements, and if you don't list

AVAThe entire supernatural assembly was waiting for my answer, and I could feel Damien watching me from beside my chair, his hand resting against its back while Elder Soren Valcrest waited to see whether I would accept the invitation or find another way to tell the Council exactly where they could put it.I had never imagined standing before hundreds of werewolves to discuss laws that had existed long before I was born, especially when I remembered the woman I used to be, the one who counted money before buying food and sometimes wondered whether the next person walking through her door would bring money, trouble, or another reason to hate herself.Now I was sitting in a chamber filled with powerful Alphas, ancient wolves, territorial leaders, and people who could probably tear through an ordinary human army without breaking a sweat, and they were asking me to speak.I looked at Damien, who gave me a slight nod, although I knew perfectly well that if I decided to walk away, he would

AVA"Mummy!"Aurora's voice carried across the chamber, and before I could even step away from the podium, my daughter came rushing towards me with her arms stretched out, her little shoes making quick sounds against the polished floor.I barely had time to bend before she climbed into my arms, wrapping herself around my neck with enough enthusiasm to nearly knock me backwards. I laughed, holding her tightly against my chest while she buried her face against my shoulder, and I kissed her cheek several times because apparently my daughter had decided that waiting until the meeting ended was a completely unreasonable request."Baby, what are you doing here, and why did Uncle Garrick bring you into a room full of serious-looking wolves when I thought you were supposed to be at home eating breakfast?"Aurora pulled back, her little hands resting against my cheeks as she examined my face."I wanted to see you, Mummy, because Daddy said you were talking to everybody, and I wanted to hear yo

DAMIENAurora had finally fallen asleep after turning our kitchen into a disaster zone, and I was beginning to suspect that allowing my daughter to help with dinner had been a mistake I would be paying for until the end of my very long life. There was flour on the floor, something sticky on the kitchen counter, and a suspicious amount of chocolate on Ava's cheek, although my wife insisted that she had been supervising rather than eating the ingredients.Aurora had also informed me that I was forbidden from making pancakes without adult supervision, which was particularly insulting considering I had survived wars, assassination attempts, territorial rebellions, and three centuries of people trying to put a blade through my chest.Apparently, burning a wolf-shaped pancake had destroyed my reputation.Ava had laughed until she nearly dropped the bowl, and I had spent the rest of the evening watching her move around the kitchen with our daughter, listening to their ridiculous arguments an