His Mate, Her Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

As I walk downstairs I hear Darius talking to somebody behind closed doors."It's not safe, Alpha.""Do I need you to tell me that?" Darius replies with a deep voice. "We'll collect twenty men and spread across the border. The rest will stay here to protect our pack. We will put an end to this for good."I've had it with this secret meetings behind my back. I march angrily toward the door."We'll meet in front in an hour. You're dismissed," he instructs them in a hurry, just as I open the door without knocking."Good morning, Luna," the men greet me on their way out. I wait for their footsteps to fade, piercing Darius with a deadly stare."How long have you been standing there?" he asks without coming closer.I enter, slamming the door. "Not long enough," I cross my arms. "You'll have to fill me in in private, since a Luna is obviously unwelcome to her pack's meetings." His face tells no story at all. "I'll tel

I look left and right in the hallway, to make sure the coast is clear. I don't want anyone seeing me running around with a torn blouse. Making sure no one is around, I rush up the stairs."Rough day?" I hear Terry's sarcastic voice behind me.I place my hand on my hip and turn only slightly, not allowing him to see the full of me. "Don't you ever have something to do? Besides spying on other people, that is."He laughs. "What's gotten into you today?" He lifts his hands and leaves at the opposite direction.Something definitely has, I bitterly conclude. And it was too good to be able not to think about it for the entire week. I sigh and enter Darius and my bedroom. Just seeing our bed makes me imagine us making love on it.I mean, we already did it once. What does it matter how many times we do it again? A million, please.Stop it! I reprimand my inner wolf. She is such a bad influence. I go int

"Please stop!" I beg.I sit on the floor in the corner of a room I share with my three brothers, covering my ears. I am not covering them from my parents voices, though. No, I'm very much used to hearing them shout. But the children are not.Jamie is frantically crying, basically screaming, and it is becoming difficult to be so close to him."Hush little baby, don't you cry, Lily's gonna give you some wings to fly..." I sing not even hearing my own voice, but it slowly starts working.Jamie gets more and more silent as I repeat the invented lyrics, and now I can clearly hear my parents's conversation."You are such a hypocrite!" Mom yells. "I saw you! I saw you with my own eyes!""Why are you lying? I told you myself! I came the moment it happened and I confessed!" Dad argues."I'm not talking about that, Patrick! It doesn't matter what you promised me because I saw the way you were looking at her! I saw it with my own eyes and I wish I could unsee it more than anything else in this

I enter the guest room and take all of my stuff back to Darius' bedroom.We have a bet coming.Finally something to take my mind off of today's conversation with Dad. I take out my red lace lingerie that I prepared earlier this morning and leave with them to take a shower. I know Darius will be upstairs by the time I finish and I have planned this meticulously. I shower with a rose scented gel and spray Coco Mademoiselle perfume on the tip of my neck hook and wrists. I stare in the mirror and comb my long black hair, so that it falls over my shoulders in big shiny locks. Then I put on the sexy sleep attire. It is a short sleep gown, reaching to my mid thighs. The upper part is red black see through lace shaped like a bra, it is cut under the breasts and the lower red silk is split into two, uncovering my matching black red lace thong. I shake my head, smiling. My poor mate doesn't know what he's up against. I open the door and see him lying in bed, covered up to his mid abdomen.

*2 weeks later*The house entrance door swings open and I hear Darius' angry voice from upstairs. "I'm fine! It's a superficial cut... Damn it!"I rush downstairs to find Darius being supported by two pack men by each side, bleeding heavily from a seemingly deep cut over his left ribs. There are quite a few other bruises and marks on other parts of his uncovered torso."What happened?" my hands run to him."Lila," he looks at me, "it's nothing. You shouldn't stress." There is an authoritative undertone to his words and I know he is referring to the possible child I might be carrying. It's been two weeks since we've had the 'accident', though. If I was pregnant, he should've felt it by now.Still, I lay a protective hand over my abdomen as I crouch down. "Tell me what happened," I repeat, now demanding."We lost Kyle and Ezra," he admits with a heavy heart.When I watch him this hurt, I even forget I'm angry with him. Is it possible that I love him, then? Regardless of all the shit he