Me Atrevo A Amarte Capítulo 3 Novels & Stories

I stopped pacing, my eyes locked on the city skyline. Niylah's face appeared in my mind, her vulnerable expression. My heart ached. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd made a grave mistake. Rejecting Niylah felt like betraying my own heart. The night air seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation. Tomorrow, I'd face Niylah. And myself. I'd confront the truth: Niylah was my mate. And I wanted her. The realization hit me like a tidal wave. My phone buzzed again.

Bit by bit, I pushed away the only man who had ever loved me unconditionally, driving him straight into another woman's arms. Overwhelmed by regret and anguish, I felt on the edge of a total breakdown. … Joseph's POV On the day of the wedding, I was caught up greeting guests at the reception. My dad sat nearby, watching me with a beaming smile. Over the past few days, he had completely shaken off his frailty, growing stronger and more alert by the day. Just then, a sudden commotion broke out somewhere outside the hotel. Elena quickly texted me that Whitney had shown up with a few friends. She was trying to force her way into the ballroom, but security had stopped them at the door.

“Stop this. What we had was a mistake. There can never be anything between us. You holding me this way is wrong and inappropriate.!" “You don’t get to decide what is wrong or inappropriate. If you are going to remain stubborn, then I’ll manipulate the heavens to make sure that you become mine.” His voice was cold. He let me go and walked inside the house. Then he came back with the portrait. Which he handed to me. “You have three days to come to me on your own, darling. If you don’t, then I’m just going to have to make you mine, however way I can."

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚 My lungs forget how to work. I’m still astride his thigh, skin flushed a tomato red and my pulse thundering beneath my skin, when the words fall from his lips: I’m in love with you, Aretha. The living-room air turns solid. I feel it settle on my shoulders like armor I never asked to wear. I push shaky palms against his chest, climb off his lap, and take three unsteady steps backward. My knees nearly buckle, the rug rippling beneath my indoor slippers.

She laughed, walking around the barrier. “You don’t want her to know how you plan to mate her and betray Kaiser, huh?” Mia laughed as my eyes struck directly at Mateo. He wants to mate with me? He wants to fucking mate with me and then mark me? Oh my goodness, why are all the men I find nice around me all filled with devious characters? Firstly, James wants me to reject Kaiser and then move to him, and now, Mateo intends to mate with me. He won’t just be betraying Kaiser, I will also be betraying him too. He will hate me more than he hates Mateo.

And that— that was part of it too. — On the third day, she showed up again. Later than usual. The apartment was dim, the lights low, the atmosphere slower. Ariana was sitting on the floor this time, leaning back against the couch, her head tilted slightly as she talked to Mateo. Their voices were quiet. Not secretive. Just… soft. The door opened. Cami stepped in. Neither of them startled. They both just looked over. “Hi.” Ariana smiled faintly. “Hey.”

I left the room as if nothing had happened between us. How can a man as handsome as him be that cruel? I hate him. ~!~!~!~~!~!~!~ So guys! I hope you like this chapter! Please don't hate Mateo☹️ he is just difficult and doesn't admit his feelings. He is arrogant but trying to change that. Don't forget to add my story to your library, so that you know whenever I update! Also, feel free to comment with some suggestions. Thanks! D,

I started looking everywhere but him and feeling shy all of the sudden. ‘Boss, we’re here.’, I heard the voice of a third person and I realized that it’s time to say ‘Good night.’ “Amber…” “It’s fine. I understand. Good night.”, I said with a heavy heart. “Good night. And I will be there soon.” I smiled resting my phone on my chest. I knew that I was surrounded by my enemies and my mate was also one of them but still, I was falling in love with him with each passing minute.

I am telling myself not to fall for the emotions he is displaying because I am on the right track. "You hate me that much?" he requires. "Yes," I try not to stammer. "You are lying," he says, cocking his head to the side. "I am your mate, your present, and your future. You can't reject me because deep in your heart, you know very well how much you want me. You can't lie to me because my touch renders you powerless. I command your body and it responds without demur. You want me so bad, I can sense your arousal because I am your fucking mate!" he says with a devilish smirk. I swallow down my embarrassment. How dare he interfere with my privacy? He has no right to know what is going on in my bo

His movements had calmed but carried on, gently moving his hips, as if guiding me through the shockwaves taking over my body. “Good girl.” He purred in my ear. He gently lowered me onto the bed and lay next to me while I regained my breath. “Good girl.” He let go of me and stroked my hair. He then took my hand and pulled me up. He pushed a bottle of water into my hand. “Drink.” “Ok, you might be onto something.” “Mmm?” “The Mate bond is supposed to make it the best sex ever. You’re not my Mate but that…”