All Chapters of His Human Mate, His Greatest Threat: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AVA I woke up to the sound of men arguing outside Damien's bedroom, and judging by the way somebody kept using the word perimeter like it was the answer to every problem in the universe, I had a pretty good idea that my ridiculously overprotective Alpha had decided to turn his mansion into a military prison while I was sleeping.My head throbbed beneath the bandage, my ribs complained every time I tried to sit up, and my right arm felt like somebody had used it to test the strength of a concrete wall, which was impressive considering I had survived being dragged around by a bastard wearing a dead man's face and still apparently had enough energy to become irritated before breakfast.Elena came in carrying medication and a glass of water, her expression carefully neutral in the way people looked when they already knew somebody was about to cause trouble."Before you start shouting at Damien, you need to understand that the entire territory is on heightened alert, and he's ordered addi

AVA I stared at Damien for so long that he eventually reached for my glass of water and placed it closer to me, as if he had decided that the safest way to handle my silence was to keep me hydrated until I remembered how to speak.Honestly, the man was impossible.He could ask me a question about marriage with the same expression he used when ordering somebody to investigate a murder, and somehow I was the one sitting there with a warm face and a stupid little feeling in my stomach that I had absolutely no intention of discussing with him."Damien, I can barely imagine marrying a man who has lived for three hundred and forty-seven years, turns up wherever I go, and treats my safety like a full-time occupation, so perhaps we should start by figuring out how to spend an afternoon together without you checking whether the ice cream shop has adequate security."He watched me, his expression unreadable, and I immediately wished I had phrased that differently because the last thing I wante

AVA I was halfway through pulling on my jeans when the first explosion shook my apartment hard enough to send the framed photograph beside my bed crashing onto the floor, and for a few ridiculous seconds, I stood there staring at the broken glass because my brain apparently needed time to accept that somebody had decided to turn my home into a war zone while I was getting dressed.Then the screaming started outside.I grabbed my phone, my keys, and the small knife I kept in the kitchen, although I knew perfectly well that a kitchen knife wasn't going to accomplish much against whatever supernatural lunatic had decided to visit me, and ran toward the living room while the building's alarm began shrieking over the pounding of feet and the distant snarls of wolves.One of the guards shouted something about the eastern entrance before a violent crash cut him off, and when I looked through the gap in my curtains, I saw two black vehicles blocking the street while figures in dark clothing

AVADamien had been gone long enough for me to finish two cups of tea, insult his ridiculously expensive coffee machine, and consider throwing a cushion at the security guard outside his study, because apparently even walking to the kitchen required a man with a radio and the facial expression of somebody attending his own funeral.I was not going to spend the rest of my life being escorted from one room to another like a dangerous package, especially when the actual dangerous people seemed to have no trouble finding me wherever I went. I wanted answers, and if Damien thought he could keep the ugly ones to himself until everything was magically safe again, he clearly hadn't been paying attention to the woman he'd dragged into his immortal werewolf disaster.When I pushed open the study door, he was standing beside his desk with his sleeves rolled up, studying something on a monitor while two men waited near the wall. His jaw tightened when he saw me, but he didn't tell me to leave, wh

AVAI had been told to stay inside the mansion, which was apparently Damien's preferred solution to every problem that involved me having legs, opinions, and the terrible habit of wanting to know what was happening in my own life. Unfortunately for his blood pressure, the garden belonged to the outside, and walking around it hardly qualified as an escape attempt, so I left my phone in my pocket and headed down the gravel path while two guards pretended not to follow me.The afternoon air carried the smell of wet grass and flowers, and I was trying to enjoy it without imagining some bastard hiding behind every tree when the mate bond tugged unpleasantly beneath my ribs. Damien was somewhere beyond the mansion, dealing with whatever fresh nightmare had crawled out of his ancient past, and I could feel a faint thread of his tension without knowing what caused it. The bond was useful in the same way a smoke alarm was useful when you couldn't find the fire: it informed you that something w