บททั้งหมดของ Her Mate: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 19

I looked at my tired face in the mirror after a long day. My eyes gazed on the bags that were there, dropping to the flesh of my neck. My eyes lingered for a few moments as my fingers fidgeted on the sink. Tears fell ome by one and I splashed some water on my face before stripping my clothes off and getting in the tub. Taking a bath, my thoughts wandered off to the long day I had. From the moment I woke up this morning, nothing was good. Jenny showing up and my jealousy igniting. My valid feelings of not trusting my mate and yet they are invalidated over and over. The pressure. The expectations. I was barely in college and despite being literate, I wasn't trained to be luna. I had no knowledge in leading. Sure, I can learn but I just need time. Can't he see that? Can't anyone understand that?I was raised being more than just a woman to give babies to her mate. I was raised to become a woman of my own and I was still halfway there. After the incident with Harris, I had slowly pla

I was depressed. That wasn't out of context, I truly was depressed. Not only was I homesick, I was also in a constant state of anxiety. It's only been a few days since I met my mate. Despite the days being uneventful, a lot has happened within those days for me. I was in a constant battle with myself. My past was not much of a big help as it affects to my stand in life now. The role I am to play now also bothers me, this along to the thought of being Salazar's mate. Salazar. Wonderful, he truly is. I believe he just said what he said because he's only thinking of the future and for the good of the pack. Only his beliefs weren't my tea. And Jenny. The image of them both kissing came in my mind again and I was given another gut to the heart. We may have not marked each other yet but he was stating plans as mates, isn't that enough context that we belong to each other? For all I know he may even love her. All the much reason why I thought of rejecting him. I couldn't though. I wa

'Not interested huh.' 'Oh shut up. You're happy with this too.' Patrice snickered at my remarks but purred at the taste of our mate's cooking. How did I know our mate cooked it? Well, we don't have a chef. I was happily eating when Seraphina jumped in the room, flustered. "I can't take it anymore!" I jolted when the door hit the wall in a bang and even stopped eating to look at her. 'What's up with her?' 'No idea. She's been like this since she arrived yesterday.' "Sue!" she was crying without tears when she came to me and gave me a hug. "Is anything.. alright?" "No!" she screamed and stood and paced in front of me while playing with her fingers. "I have no idea how to come from this, I have no idea what to do! I want to be with him, but he is just---!" "Wait--you met your mate?" "No-I mean-" "When?!" "Gosh!" I watched her as she buried her face in her palms and slumped on my bed, face down. I looked at her weirdly while she screamingly cried on the sheets out of

"Salazar? Is everything alright?" I walked closer to him and he just threw something to the side without breaking eye contact and without emotion in his face. "No problem here, Erin," he guaranteed and I had to stop myself from laughing. "Are you studying my favorite dish, Salazar?""Well, I figured it would be nice to give it a try. It would be nice to have a broad choices for our menu," he explained cool-y as he took off his apron. I had to clench my thighs together when his muscles flexed as he reached for the back if his ribbon. I had to look away from him in case I go to heat again. Although I had survived my first wave of heat, thanks to him, it doesn't mean it ends there. The purpose of going into heat is to push mates to mate and complete the bond. Thus, as long as I refuse and don't comply, my heat will come over and over until I give in. The wonder is how long I can stop myself when I'm not entirely ready. "How come your home early? How did your session go?""It went gr

I was at lost of words. I was in shock. I was trembling as I cried while my mate held me closer to him. When his hands trailed from my shoulders down to my hands to hold them, I snapped and pulled myself away from him. I look at him with tears in my eyes while he remained emotionless. "I had to. I want to apologize but I couldn't help myself," I sobbed at what he said. "But it's done now." "No," my lips quivered when he reached for my face. "No." He looked at me helplessly. "Well, this was bound to happen anyway." I felt so helpless that I was hyperventilating. I felt numb. I felt beaten. Depressingly, everything seemed cloudy as Salazar picked me up and situated me in the car. He buckled my seatbelt before leaning closer to plant a kiss on his mark and I hissed at the sensation despite feeling some sort of void inside of me. I didn't know what to feel. What was I supposed to feel? Wasn't this the assurance I wanted? Wasn't this the assurance I needed? But he nee