Todos los capítulos de My Fated Mate Is My Fiance's Godfather : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The room was dim. Lit only by the city glow through open curtains. In the centre of the room were two shadowy figures. It took her exactly one second to understand what she was looking at, and the rest of her life to un-know it."How long?"Amara's voice barely rose above the music drifting through the open bedroom windows.Darius froze.For one humiliating second, nobody moved. Naomi remained on her knees beside him, her hands on his open shirt. His hair was dishevelled.Then Naomi scrambled to her feet, pressing a remote that lit up the room."Amara—" Naomi stammered."Don't."The word came out so sharply that Naomi stopped.Darius reached for his shirt. "Baby, listen to me. It's—not what you think"Amara stared at him.Baby?He still had the audacity to call her baby?"How long have you been sleeping with my cousin?""It's not what you think."A strange laugh escaped her."Really? Then maybe you can explain what I'm looking at.""Amara, please. We can talk about this privately.""P

The car ride was not quiet.She wasn't sure who reached for whom first—only that somewhere between the ballroom and the first turn onto the highway, his hand found her jaw and her mouth found his, and after that neither of them managed much restraint. He kissed like a man who'd been holding something back for a very long time and had finally stopped trying. She kissed him back like the city outside the windows had ceased to exist. Somewhere in the blur of it his jacket ended up around her shoulders, her fingers curled into his collar, his low, unsteady voice murmuring something against her temple that might have been her name if either of them had still been using words. By the time the car slowed beneath the glass tower he called home, she'd forgotten entirely what she'd been running from.His house sat dark and quiet above the city when they arrived—glass and clean lines and silence, a private elevator, a wall of windows holding the skyline like a painting. She barely registered any

The call was still going, but Kael had already gone still against her. His mouth left her skin. The hand at her waist moved away and turned into a fist beside him. He gritted his teeth at the thought of some Alpha threatening his mate. That voice. His mind turned it over, some old instinct snagging on it. Familiar. He looked at her once she'd lowered the phone, whatever had been idle recognition a moment ago sharpening into something colder. "That was him. Your so-called fated mate.” His questions lamded more like sarcasm. "Yes." The word came out flat, daring him to make something of it. "Is he threatening you?" She felt the question land somewhere she didn't want it to. "That's... none of your business. I have to go." She turned for the door. He caught her before she'd taken a full step, pulling her back against him, and the sudden closeness stole whatever protest she'd been about to make. His hold wasn't rough. It didn't need to be. "What happens to us?" His voice had gone

Amara didn't move. Didn't speak. The whole world had narrowed to the man standing at the railing, and everything else—Darius's hand still around hers, the party murmuring below, the cold stain still drying on her dress—had gone distant and unimportant as she drifted into an unavoidable memory of their encounter earlier that morning. The man I spent the night with. The man I told I'd sever our bond. Darius's godfather, Kael, standing tall like the Alpha King he was, was Darius's special guest tonight. The thought looped through her, of course it was him, how could she not know that? If it wasn't for the incident with Darius and her cousin at her engagement party, she would have met him there because Darius didn't stop reminding her all week. She had made the mistake that night with Kael, and she intended to rectify it by staying far away from him as possible for the sake of her people's future. For their sake, she could do anything—even sever her mate bond with this impossibly hot Alp

The door handle turned before she'd even finished the thought."Cover for me." Amara grabbed Kael's arm, breathless, panic sharpening her voice. "Please. If he finds me in here with you, he'll never give my people their territorial freedom. We won't survive, please!"Kael's jaw tightened. For one long second he didn't move, didn't answer, and she thought he might refuse just to spite her.Then he pulled her down onto the couch, arranging her across his lap in one motion, and swept the length of his robe over her before she could protest, hiding her completely beneath it. He settled back, arm draped confidently along the top of the couch, both legs spread wide across it and her head on one of them. His large body, blocking the door as he backed it.Darius stepped inside, breathing hard. "Godfather. Is everything alright? I thought I heard—" His eyes swept the room. "Have you seen Amara? I can't find her anywhere.""She's not here." Kael's voice came out flat, edged with just enough war