All Chapters of His Mate. His Brat.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

>“As long as the punishment fits the crime, then I don’t see an issue.” The fake Beta snaps just a little too roughly; his eyes land on my face once more and I see anger staring back at me. “Enforcer, take her to the west wing; make sure she gets clean before she messes up my room.” This time I draw my eyebrows together in confusion but I don’t get a chance to ask any questions because Hyde grabs my upper arms and starts dragging me backwards. The fake Beta keeps his chocolate brown eyes on my face until Hyde drags me around a corner and I lose sight of everyone in the corridor. Hyde lets me go once we’re alone and carefully picks me up until I’m pressed against his chest. I instantly start fighting him; I wiggle and buck in his hold but my body is too weak to do any real damage. “Nope, you're done. Now settle your shit down or next time I’ll let them forget you're down there.” Hyde hisses in a low warning tone; usually I would snap back at him with some quick wit but my brai

>The bathroom is nothing to write home about; the shower is just a standard showerhead over a small bathtub barely big enough for one but the towels are clean and the soap in the holder is free of strange hairs or weird marks. It's clean and when I turn on the shower, the water is hot and flowing at a decent speed. The door doesn’t lock but I figure that's because this place has only ever catered to males; it's not like it's shameful to shower in front of another male. I’ll just make my shower quick incase the owner of that warm scent comes back. ‘He’s here.’ My wolf whispers softly just as I’m finished scrubbing my body with the minty soap, theres no shampoo or conditioner so I’m in the middle of debating if risking my kong locks with the soap is worth it when I hear the sound of a door being opened and closed. The shower faces the door to the bathroom so I know whoever has opened the door hasn’t opened the bathroom one; he must have walked into that little lounge area, whic

>Sleep is impossible with my mate so close; I can hear her tossing and turning on that thin mattress and all I want to do is scoop her up and hold her against my body. I thought I could handle the pull, treat her like any other female until I was able to claim her as my own but I was wrong. The mate pull is strong. The strong scent of spiced cherries and sweet vanilla is just pulling me closer. Despite my desire to keep her at a distance for now, I have no desire to keep her away from me forever; I just need to keep my cover while I figure out what's going on in this hellhole. ‘That sweet scent – it's buried deep like she’s hiding it but it's there and I love it.’ My wolf growls deeply in my ear; I quickly wave him off because I know exactly what he means about her scent. Morana’s base scent is a wild spiced cherry meant to warn people away from her but as her mate, I can smell the undertones and although she doesn’t come across as a sweet, tender female. I know different.

>I keep walking backwards until my back hits the door. I feel for the door handle without taking my eyes off Hyde; the second the door opens, he starts walking towards me. I don’t need to say anything as we both silently walk into the small lounge; Hyde glances at Morana’s closed door before slouching onto the leather sofa. He fingers one of the knitted blankets and raises his eyebrows at me before dropping the blanket and leaning fully into the leather cushions making them creak and groan under his weight. “You got a report for me?” I ask as I drop into the armchair and pull the still-lit cigar out of the ashtray and bring it to my lips. I pull in a long drag as Hyde shrugs his shoulders and just looks into the fire. “Really? Nothing about the students that arrived a week before term?” I don’t know why he’s stalling but I’d put money on it being because of the female Alpha sleeping in the room behind me. The spot between my shoulders tingles as my wolf lets out a small gro

>I’m startled awake by the bedroom door bouncing off the wall and dust raining down on me from the ceiling. For a second I’m a little disorientated; I glance around the room and very quickly it all comes back to me. The basement, the week of isolation and the Beta, who smells wrong but is also comforting. ‘Mate.’ My wolf whispers just as my eyes land on the male from last night; he’s shirtless with his pale jeans hanging low enough on his hips for me to see the little trail of hairs going from his bellybutton down towards the bush surrounding his cock. I lick my lips without thinking about it. I’m lying here covered in dust and naked except for a towel and I’m checking out the fake Beta. His chest is covered in tattoos. Some are small, some have amazing detail and others are faded enough to make me think they’re years old. I’ve seen males with tattoos before; I mean, Hyde is covered head to toe in them but this male somehow seems hotter with just his tattooed chest than if he