Me Atrevo A Amarte Capítulo 3 Novels & Stories

--- "It's not even the fact that you loved her." --- Her voice cracked. --- "It's the way you smile when you're with her." --- Adrian's expression changed. --- "You don't understand—" --- "No." Amara interrupted. --- "For three years I've watched you." --- Her voice trembled. --- "For three years I've convinced myself that you were just cold." --- She laughed bitterly. --- "I told myself you didn't know how to show love." --- Another tear rolled down her cheek. --- "But then I saw you with Isabella."

My girlfriend never felt safe with me. She was always testing whether I'd leave her. We were together five years. In that time, she ran three hundred tests. A month into the relationship, she called me drunk and said a man was harassing her at a bar. When I got there, I found a man holding her down, kissing her. A year and a half in, I was about to pay for my mother's surgery and found every dollar gone from my account. After I'd scrambled and borrowed and finally covered it, my girlfriend texted me, laughing: "Congratulations. You passed." It wasn't until our wedding day, when she walked in holding another man's hand, that something in me finally died.

I was sure it will leave a mark on her skin tomorrow and I couldn’t help the satisfaction filled me at the thought. I worked my fingers slowly into her as her lithe frame writhed against my larger ones. She had lost a lot of weight than the last time. My brain registers the fact sadly even though it was under a haze. Her wet channel soon convulsed around my thick digits and her body shook violently. Her hips bucked against my hand as she bit down on my shoulder, silencing the scream. I held her close to me as she climbed down from her ecstasy. My mate was a sight to behold with her eyes half closed and lips partially open when she came.

Alita I can’t stop staring at Mateo and I notice he hasn’t released his breath since he asked if I believe him. I slowly nod my head; I do believe him. The tingles, the sparks, his scent, and the overwhelming desire to be with him made it obvious. He is my mate. I force myself to stand up. Mateo holds his arm out, helping to steady me. I look down at Aamon who is watching me curiously. I’m overwhelmed by the emotions and tears threaten to fall down my face and in a choppy voice I ask, “What the hell is going on? You clearly aren’t my mate.”

~Avery~ My eyes were glued to his chest, there were tattoos that made him even hotter but it was not too much, my mouth watered as I admired how hot his abs were, I felt my wolf take over and I knew that my eye color had changed from blue to golden, she yearned for his touch so bad even though, she knew how much he hated us, it turned to complete torture when heat began to emanate, he smelled my arousal but chose to ignore it as if his nose was not functioning. His action made a tear drop from my eyes as I kept staring at him, waiting for him to at least, say a word to me, he knew how frustrating mate bond could be sometimes, yet, he decided to make me suffer. ‘’Why are you standing there? G

" I ask emotions that I would much rather keep hidden leaking into my voice. “A reason as t-.” He begins but takes a deep breath; when he doesn’t continue, I press. “A reason as to what? You said, no, you guaranteed that you will tire of me, so what are you doing? It’s been three years, let go.” Matteo’s expression, again, remains impassive. "So, do we have a deal or not." He asks, blatantly ignoring my question. "Dinner at a restaurant, and I'll pick up my fiancée later."

On the other end of the call, Rowan clutched his chest, stumbling back a few steps. “Mia, when did you get your vision back? No, it’s not like that. Mia, please, let me explain—” “There’s nothing to explain, Rowan. We’re done.” My voice turned icy. “No! I don’t want to break off the engagement. Mia, I’m begging you. Tell me where you are, and let’s talk face-to-face, okay?”

LYRA: He moved to my neck again softly and he looked hungry, his lips brushing quick, making my skin hot. My body was buzzing, full of want, and I grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt, pulling him close. His hands gripped my waist, pressing where my gown had slipped, and I pushed against him, feeling his hard chest. The mate bond burned inside me, pushing me to take everything he offered. I stepped back, breathing fast, and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. My hands slid over his scarred, strong chest, nails scratching hard.

It will only be torn apart by the next storm, anyway. “As you wish,” Ama mutters at last, resentment boiling in her voice, like it’s my fault the True Mate mark didn’t show up on her arm when I fucked her. Without another word, she pivots and strides away. I sigh and close the door, turning to take in my True Mate for the first time without a distraction or audience. She stands stiffly in the center of my living room, her breath chuffing quick and shallow in her lungs.

We invited the elders of Blood Moon Pack to witness it and announced that we were about to complete the mate ceremony. I would become his Luna. Someone gossiped that with omega blood, I wasn’t worthy of an Alpha. He turned around and crushed the company that person ran on Blood Moon territory, then made him kneel in front of me and apologize. I believed, completely, that Adrian truly loved me. Not because of status. Not because of fate. Until one day at the racetrack, he took me to support a friend, only for us to see a girl in revealing clothes, crying so hard. People shoved her to the finish line, where she stood there as the winner’s “trophy.”