Mated To My Mates' Cousins: The Killer Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

SnowHis hand tightened around my throat, "Say one more word, Elara—just one—and I'll snap your head off." I heard the faint crack as he leaned in. He rarely used that strength, but when he did, it never boded well.My anger and my pain knew no bounds.Rose's name always did that — it dragged every memory of that night back into me like a tide."You're ridiculous." I spat, not caring about his warning. "You think I'm scared of death? I've watched everyone I love die—Rosie, Luna Tracy, my parents—or you lot. You think my life means anything after that?" You breathe, but you're dead to me. The only reason I'm alive is to get Rosie justice, and I will—no matter what—"His grip tightened until my voice cracked. I kept going.The door slammed open and Lucas walked in, blue shirt, pristine white pants; his eyes snapped from Micheal's hand to my face. Micheal preferred black; Lucas favored white — both made me ache in different ways, neither brought hope."What's going on here?" Lucas demand

SnowThe last thing I ever wanted was a filthy, perverted soldier for a mate.Or worse—one of the triplets.So, I hid. I bathed in perfume, drowned myself in it, but the scent still broke through—wild, new, impossible to contain."You couldn't hold it off this year, could you?" she asked softly, concern threading through her voice. "I can smell your wolf. It's strong."Fuck.If she could smell it, even through this storm of roasted meat and spiced bread... then everyone else could too.Every single asshole in this room.It was fucked up on so many levels. If any of the triplets—Michael, Lucas, or Alex—turned out to be my mate, they wouldn't just reject me. They'd burn me alive."I couldn't," I muttered, voice tight. "She wanted out.""Nothing to regret, child." She brushed her thumb over my cheek. "This day was bound to come.""Yeah..." I breathed, turning back to the table, arranging plates I couldn't even see properly anymore.Moments later, orders came to send the food and trolleys

Snow"Let me go," I hissed, twisting my wrist against his grip. I was strong—stronger than most women in this pack—but against a trained, high-ranked soldier? I didn't stand a chance.If I couldn't get out of this corridor... I was done for."Why are you crying, huh?" His tone was mocking as he reached for my face. I jerked my head away, disgust crawling under my skin. "Let me kiss it better. Trust me, my tongue works wonders.""I said let me go!" I shouted, pulling harder. For a heartbeat, I almost broke free—until he kicked my leg out from under me. Pain flared white-hot as I hit the ground."This is exactly why no one in the pack likes you," he sneered, crouching. "Too stubborn. Too damn difficult for no reason."His hand moved for the hem of my dress, and I scrambled back, wincing as agony shot through my leg. The bastard must've fractured it."Come here, Snowy," he murmured, crawling toward me like a predator, "Don't be so difficult. I promise, I'll make you feel so good.""Get a

SnowHe was Robert's nephew.The triplets' cousin.He was bound to hate me, wasn't he?Then why was he carrying me to my room with such care?He was supposed to despise even the sight of me—he was a Sterling, after all. Even the other two, Ethan and Leonardo—they all should have hated me. But somehow, it didn't feel that way. Not even for a heartbeat did my instincts warn me of hate in them. Their eyes, their voices, their touch—none of it carried disgust or malice.And yet... the fear lingered.The lunar triplets—Michael, Alex, and Lucas—had promised to make my life a living hell. Maybe this was only the beginning."Is this the room?" Sebastian asked.I nodded.He kicked the door open and gently set me on the bed. "Do you have a first aid kit in here?""I do," I murmured, fingers fidgeting in my lap. "But I might've run out of some medicines. It's fine, though—it'll heal on its own."He frowned. "You ran out of medicine? How often do you get injured, little Frost?"The edge in his to