All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AVADamien didn't answer my question, and the longer he stood beside me without saying anything, the more I began to suspect that the answer was going to be considerably worse than anything my imagination could come up with.I looked at him, waiting for some explanation that would make the hundreds of portraits behind me look less insane, but he only watched me with that controlled expression he wore whenever he wanted to keep something locked inside his head. The man had kissed me until I forgot what we were arguing about, carried me around like I weighed nothing, and let me sleep against him with my legs tangled between his, yet apparently explaining how he had managed to live through centuries under different identities was where he decided to become a stubborn bastard."You're standing there looking at me as though I'm supposed to admire your collection of expensive paintings and pretend I haven't just discovered enough evidence to ruin every history lesson I've ever had, Damien,

AVAI looked at Damien, then at the portrait in his hand, and something inside me shifted so uncomfortably that I wished I could shove it back where it belonged, because I had spent weeks being angry with this man for the things he did to me, for his ridiculous possessiveness, for the way he could turn a simple conversation into a fight just by looking at me as though he had already decided how it would end. Yet here I was, standing in a room filled with centuries of his life, holding a piece of a tragedy that had happened long before I was born, and suddenly I could see how a person became the kind of monster who thought keeping everyone at a distance was the same thing as protecting them.“Isolde knew where your sister was hiding, and she gave her away to the people who wanted her dead,” I repeated, staring at him because saying it aloud made the whole thing sound even more vicious than it had sounded in my head. “Damien, she was your sister, and Isolde knew what those people would

DAMIEN For several seconds, I couldn't hear anything except the sound of Ava's heartbeat behind me and the quiet, infuriating amusement in Isolde's voice, because centuries had passed since I last saw that face without imagining the blood that followed it. She looked almost exactly as she had when I left her behind, with the same dark eyes, the same elegant mouth, and the same habit of watching me as though she knew which part of me to touch to make me lose my temper. Time had taken nothing from her, apparently, except the right to stand inside my estate and speak as though she had ever been welcome here. My wolf slammed against the inside of my ribs, recognizing an old enemy before my mind had finished processing her presence, and I forced it down because I would not give Isolde the satisfaction of watching me transform in front of her. The guards outside were still silent, the security system hadn't registered an intrusion, and the woman responsible for the most devastating betraya

DAMIENI read the note Elena had sent me three times, and every time I reached the words the Alpha must never discover who gave the order, my wolf grew more restless beneath my skin, scraping at my control with the ugly certainty that someone had been moving through my pack while I trusted them to guard my home. Marcus had stood beside me through wars, Council disputes, and the kind of bloodshed that turned lesser wolves into frightened animals, so the idea that he might have helped expose Amara's hiding place was not something I could dismiss simply because I hated the thought of it.I found him in the eastern training hall, correcting two young wolves who had apparently forgotten that an Alpha's territory was not a place to show off for an audience. He turned when I entered, his expression changing into the familiar look of respectful attention I had seen on his face for years, and for a moment I wondered whether I was about to destroy a friendship over a piece of paper that could h

DAMIEN The blood had dried beneath my fingernails before Elena finally allowed me to carry Ava upstairs, and even then, I could feel the woman watching me as if she expected me to tear the entire mansion apart the moment she turned her back.Perhaps she was right to worry.Marcus was dead, the woman I loved was lying injured in my arms, and some bastard had worn the face of a man who had stood beside me for years, spoken in his voice, walked through my territory with his memories, and watched me trust him without ever once wondering whether the person I called my Beta was even real.I had buried men who died protecting me, men who betrayed me, men whose names had been carved into stone long before the world learned to pronounce them properly, but Marcus had been different because I had never prepared myself for the possibility that he could disappear while I was busy looking in the wrong direction.The real Marcus had been somewhere in my territory, trapped and tortured by a creature