Todos los capítulos de His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

AVADamien looked at me as though I had asked him to choose between cutting off his own hand and telling me something he had spent centuries refusing to say, and the longer he remained silent, the more I wanted to throw the medical folder through the nearest window because I was sick of people making decisions about my life while expecting me to stand there looking pretty and grateful.His fingers moved toward mine, but I stepped away before he could touch me, not because I suddenly hated him or had stopped wanting those ridiculous kisses he kept stealing whenever I allowed him close, but because I could not tell whether the warmth I felt whenever he touched me was mine or something his strange supernatural bond had put inside my body without asking permission.“Don't touch me while you're deciding which parts of the truth I'm allowed to hear, Damien, because I'm tired of being the last person to understand what's happening to my own body, and I cannot keep standing beside you while e

AVA“Your body is the only thing you have to offer, so you'd better learn how to make yourself useful.”The words kept crawling around inside my head, and no matter how hard I tried to push them away, they refused to leave, sitting there like some ugly little bastard that had paid rent in my skull and decided it was never moving out. I could still remember the woman's voice, the way she'd said it without even looking at me properly, as though she were telling me to wash a plate or sweep the floor instead of explaining what my entire existence was worth to the people who were supposed to take care of me.Maya was still holding my hand, rubbing her thumb across my knuckles while she waited for me to continue, and I hated how gentle she was being because I didn't know what to do with gentleness when I was the one falling apart. I could handle a man grabbing my waist in a hotel room, I could handle money being pushed across a table, and I could handle women whispering about me in bathroom

AVAI had absolutely no business feeling this comfortable with Damien Cross sitting beside me, especially when the man had spent weeks making my life complicated enough to qualify as a full-time occupation, but my head was still resting on his shoulder, his arm had settled around my waist, and neither of us seemed interested in being the first person to ruin it.His shirt smelled expensive, obviously, because apparently even his clothes had more money than I did, but underneath that familiar clean scent was something warmer that belonged entirely to him, something that made me want to tuck myself closer instead of sitting up and remembering all the reasons I should probably keep a reasonable distance from a man who could throw another grown man across a lobby without touching him.I shifted against him, trying to find a comfortable position without making it obvious that I was deliberately moving closer, and his arm tightened around my waist just enough to stop me from sliding off the

AVAI lasted exactly twenty-three minutes before I called Damien, which was honestly embarrassing considering I had spent most of my life making sure no man could accuse me of being attached enough to notice when he wasn't around, and yet there I was, sitting on my couch with my phone in my hand, checking the time like a woman waiting for her husband to return from war.My husband.Jesus Christ, Ava, get a grip.The man wasn't my husband, my boyfriend, or even somebody I had successfully figured out how to have a normal conversation with, and I had kissed him because I wanted to, not because I had suddenly developed a desire to become one of those women who stared out windows and sighed whenever a man went somewhere without them. Still, the apartment felt strangely empty after he left, and I kept remembering the way his arm had rested around my waist, how he hadn't pushed me to explain my tears, and how he'd looked at me when I kissed him, as if my decision had affected him more than

I wanted to tear the entire apartment apart when Ava caught my wrist and told me she would rather face the men who had attacked her than let me take away her freedom, because the blood on her hand was still wet, her ankle was swelling beneath her clothes, and she was looking at me as though I had become another man she needed to defend herself against.I had spent centuries learning how to frighten people into obedience, how to make enemies reconsider their choices before they opened their mouths, and how to keep everything I valued beyond the reach of anyone foolish enough to threaten it, but none of those skills meant a damn thing when the woman sitting on my floor was afraid that I might turn my concern for her into another form of violence.My wolf wanted her out of that apartment immediately.It wanted the mansion secured, every entrance guarded, her windows reinforced, and every person who had looked at her the wrong way dragged before me to explain themselves. It wanted to put