All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AVAI stayed in my bedroom doorway longer than I should have, watching Damien sleep on my couch with his long legs awkwardly bent because the furniture was clearly designed for ordinary people and not six-foot-something men who looked like they could buy the entire building just to avoid sitting somewhere uncomfortable. One of his arms rested against his stomach, while the other remained wrapped around the weapon in his hand, and even asleep, he looked like the sort of man who would wake up ready to kill somebody before remembering what day it was.I had seen him angry, jealous, terrifyingly possessive, and covered in blood, and I had watched him change into something that still made my stomach twist whenever I remembered those claws and the unnatural shape of his face. But this version of him was different, and I hated how curious I felt about the man beneath all that frightening power, because I had no business being curious about somebody who had practically announced that I belong

AVAI had been sitting in Damien Cross’s ridiculously expensive mansion for nearly an hour, surrounded by guards who looked like they would rather swallow broken glass than make casual conversation with me, and I was beginning to understand why rich people invented hobbies instead of simply going outside to annoy their neighbours. Every time I moved, somebody noticed; every time I asked where the bathroom was, somebody appeared to escort me there as if I might accidentally wander into a military bunker, and when I asked one particularly serious-looking guard whether he had ever smiled in his entire miserable life, he stared straight ahead and pretended I hadn't spoken.Honestly, the man looked like smiling would get him fired.I had been told to stay in the east wing, which apparently meant I wasn't allowed to explore the mansion without somebody following me, and I was getting increasingly irritated by the whole arrangement because Damien had brought me here for safety, not to turn m

AVALucian Blackthorne.I repeated the name inside my head while staring at Damien, waiting for him to laugh, admit that he'd been messing with me, or do literally anything that would allow me to return to the comfortable little belief that my life had simply become a ridiculous collection of bad decisions. Unfortunately, he stood beside his desk looking like a man who had just told me his middle name, not confessed to having an identity that existed before electricity, modern medicine, and probably half the countries on the map.I picked up the newspaper again, checking the photograph and the date, then looked at him with a laugh that came out so awkwardly I barely recognised it as mine."Lucian Blackthorne sounds like the name of a man who would own a castle, poison his enemies at dinner, and probably have three wives buried somewhere in the garden, so please tell me you're not expecting me to believe that you personally walked around in 1891 looking exactly like the bastard standin

AVAMarcus had barely finished speaking when Damien's entire expression changed, and I mean changed in a way that made my stomach twist because the man standing beside the desk a moment ago, the same man who had been talking about dead wives and his mother and the horrible business of living for centuries, suddenly looked like somebody had dragged a much older, much nastier version of him out from wherever he kept it hidden.“Where is he?” Damien asked.Marcus closed the door behind him, his eyes briefly moving toward me before returning to Damien. “We have him downstairs in the east holding room, and before you ask, nobody else has been told because I wanted you to see the evidence yourself instead of having half the organization start panicking and accusing one another.”“Who else knows?”“Three guards, Elena, and me, but the guards have been moved away from the main corridor, and Elena has already confirmed that the information passed to our enemies came from an internal security a

AVA I was still holding Damien's shirt when I realised I had been standing against him for several seconds, breathing like I had just run up the stairs, while he held my waist with the kind of careful strength that made no sense coming from a man who had nearly beaten another person to death in front of me. The worst part was that I didn't want him to let go. That was the embarrassing truth, and if anybody ever found out how badly my body was betraying my common sense around this man, I would have to change my name, move to another country, and possibly become a nun, because I had spent years making money from men without confusing their attention with anything remotely resembling affection, yet Damien could hold me against his chest and make me forget why I was supposed to be afraid of him. I eased away, mostly because I needed enough space to think, but his hand remained at my waist until he was certain I could stand properly on my own. Then he released me, and I immediately miss