All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AVAI barely slept that night because every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Damien standing so close that I could feel his breath against my lips, looking at me like he wanted to kiss me and destroy every sensible thought I had ever possessed in the same bloody moment, before telling me not to joke about being his mate unless I was ready for what it meant.What exactly was I supposed to be ready for, anyway?Marriage to a three-hundred-and-forty-seven-year-old werewolf with dead wives, enemies who wanted me kidnapped, and a temper that could turn an interrogation into a bloodbath? Was there a customer-service office somewhere I could visit to complain about the package I had accidentally purchased, because the dangerous customer benefits were beginning to look suspiciously like a lifetime subscription to fear, confusion, and men trying to kill me?By morning, I had decided I needed my own space, my own bed, and a few hours in which nobody looked at me as if I were an ancient myste

AVAI had barely finished reading the message when Damien took my phone out of my hand, and the way he did it was so smooth that I actually spent a second staring at my empty palm before turning to look at him, wondering whether this man had finally lost whatever tiny piece of common sense he had managed to drag through three hundred and forty-seven years of existence.“Excuse you, sir, did you just collect my phone like you're my father, my landlord, and the owner of the network provider I'm using?” I asked, reaching for it while he held it beyond my fingers, his expression so unpleasant that I almost forgot how ridiculous he looked standing there in his expensive black clothes, glaring at a harmless text message as if the poor man on the other end had personally declared war on every wolf in the city.“Don't go to that hotel tonight, Ava.”He said it without raising his voice, which somehow made it worse, because Damien never needed to shout before people started reconsidering their

AVAI had absolutely no business standing outside my apartment building, looking up at Damien Cross like I had suddenly forgotten every insult I had prepared for him, but the bastard was staring at my mouth with such concentrated restraint that I was beginning to suspect he had a personal disagreement with his own lips.“You can kiss me if you ask properly,” I repeated, because apparently I had decided to make my life more difficult by inviting a dangerous, possessive, three-hundred-and-forty-seven-year-old werewolf to do something I had been thinking about since the moment he started looking at me like other men had personally offended him by existing.Damien's gaze lifted to mine, and I watched his expression change slightly, the hard line of his mouth easing while he considered me with an attention that made the noise of traffic, the distant shouting of a street vendor, and the generator rattling somewhere behind the next building seem strangely far away. We were still outside, wit

DAMIENThe moment the man finished speaking, I took the knife from his hand.He had expected me to react to his words, to turn towards Ava or demand an explanation, and that small miscalculation cost him the only advantage he had managed to create. My fingers closed around the evidence bag, and I seized his wrist with my other hand, twisting until his knees buckled and his shoulder struck the side of the car, but the bastard had apparently prepared for the possibility that I would take the knife because he drove his heel into my injured side and threw himself backwards before I could tighten my grip.Pain tore across my ribs, followed by the familiar warmth of blood spreading beneath my shirt, and by the time I straightened, he was already running between two vehicles towards the crowded junction.My wolf demanded pursuit.Every instinct I possessed urged me to follow him, catch him, and drag him back by whatever remained of his neck until he explained who had sent him and how he had

AVADamien drove like a man who had personally declared war on the entire road, and considering the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel while his jaw remained tight enough to crack teeth, I was beginning to suspect that the Council meeting was not the only thing threatening his already questionable peace of mind.Which was honestly unfair, because if anybody deserved to be miserable right now, it was me.I had a gorgeous black dress sitting against my skin, expensive perfume on my neck, heels that would probably become weapons if somebody annoyed me enough, and absolutely no opportunity to use any of it on the man sitting beside me because he had decided that my evening plans were suddenly a national security issue.“You do realize this is your fault, don't you?” I asked, shifting in my seat until my bare thigh slid against the leather and his attention flickered toward me despite his determined attempt to stare straight ahead.His eyes returned to the road so quickly that I al