When Mates Collide のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Raine watched Darrell walk back from the window in sweats and no shirt, chest muscles rippling, spattered with burnt honey-colored hair. He’d just proudly ‘claimed’ her and announced such a bizarre thing, after knowing her less than a week to his friends—friends who were apparently either werewolves or highly delusional studs—and all she could think was, Do not pinch me if I am dreaming. Darrell walked to stand with his friends. The order from left to right was Danny, Elliott, Nate and Darrel, the bar behind the middle two, they who looked the calmest. Darrell was a little fidgety but it was Danny who appeared fucking terrified. He glugged down his drink and reached to set it on the bar counter. “Who’s first?” Nate asked. No one said anything. “Okay, I was the first to have shown my wolf to a human—at least one we didn’t scare the shit out of—so maybe I should do it?” Elliot gave a pretty exaggerated shrug. “Works for me.” “Like hell.” Darrell muttered, “I’ll be the first wolf she

Darrell couldn’t hear him. He strode inside and was momentarily thrown back by the disgusting smell. To a human it would have been bad, but to a werewolf, intolerable. There were bed bug-infested mattresses on a garbage-covered floor. The original color of the tile was indiscernible through the grime. Propped against the walls sat and slept drugged-out humans, some awake though not really. It wasn’t just meth they were taking. They were on heroin, too. The explosion of wood and metal stirred them, but they weren’t quick to react. There was a woman and five guys. He only cared about two of them. He headed for the two whose faces he’d never forget. They jumped up from the floor, instantly recognizing him. “What the fuck! How’d you find us?” the white guy shouted, eyes darting around, more shocked than afraid. He looked like he wanted to run, but didn’t know how he’d get past the four of them. “What the fuck do you want, man?” The Latin one was more like a caged animal, his chin low

Sounding charmingly embarrassed, Darell explained, “Elliott wrote it down when he dropped you off that night.” “He did?” She smiled, feeling Elliott was on her side and had been without her even knowing. “Okay then. Come on over.” He hung up without saying goodbye and she almost threw the phone in the air with happiness. But then she looked around. Oh shit. The place was a mess. All the discarded outfits from earlier were on her bed. There were dishes in the sink. The place looked like a shoebox compared to Danny’s, and she freaked out, running to put things away and make it at least somewhat presentable. One minute later there was a knock on the door. With her arms full of clothes ready to shove in the closet, she turned toward the sound. “Hello?” Darrell’s muffled voice came back, “It’s me.” Her jaw dropped. She threw the clothes into the closet, slammed the door and ran to let him in, swearing under her breath for being such a slob. “Hi!” “Hey.” He leaned against the doorfr

Nate snorted and entwined his fingers with Bonnie’s. “Could have been us who left the impression. Take your ego down a notch.” Elliott grinned, his dimple deep. “Seriously? Are you serious right now?” “This is not about you!” Darrell shouted with mock anger. Raine started laughing. His gaze landed on her. “This is our turn.” “Well, let’s get started or Jonas here will need a tissue for the amount of snot that’s building up,” Danny called out. Everyone turned to look at Jonathan who covered his face. “You’re a mean man!” he said through a stifled sob. He looked pretty freaking cute all dolled up like that with eyes matching his dress. “I just love a non-conventional wedding. Sue me!” “Thank you for being here, Jonathan,” Raine smiled. He nodded, unable to answer. Darrell took his bride-to-be by the hands and walked her to stand facing one another before the Clerk. The ceremony began and the formal words were spoken. When it was time to give the vows, the man knew better than to t

Darrell grinned at Raine and leaned in to press a tender kiss into her parted lips. Pulling away, he said, “I thought you were going to say you didn’t want children.” A laugh burst out as she shook her head a little. “No! I want them. But you’ve met my mom. They had kids so quickly that it became all about us. And I grew up wondering why my parents didn’t kiss, or hold hands. Or even seem to love each other. I want them to see how crazy I am about you. If I had a baby now, I know I would love that little child so much that I would be distracted.” Darrell’s eyes clouded over and his spine straightened. It was clear the idea that the child might come first in her affections had never occurred to him. He frowned and glanced at the street, images dancing in his imagination. “We should wait.” She stifled the laugh that time, and scooted closer to him. “Just a little while. Oh, and I’m not quitting my job. So let’s just drop that, too, for good.” From the corners of his eyes, he scrutin