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26. Cassie
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His Unlovable Mate 27. Cassie
I can’t disguise my attraction for a second. My eyes eat him up from head to toe. Every sinew on his body is on display, a slight sheen catching the sunlight. He’s only just shifted back, his breath misting on the autumn air. Tanned, golden skin with muscles stolen from the gods themselves. A heated blush hit me from head to toe when I looked at his cock and then immediately to his face. Both look good. I daren’t let my thoughts go any further for fear of everyone reading my filthy little mind. Everyone must be able to see how foolishly overawed I was. My eyes, helplessly roving over his bare skin, seemed to be broadcast to the dozens of busy townsfolk surrounding me.At least his face was as dumbstruck as mine. His sharp, rugged jawline softer, mouth open mid-shout at his Beta. But his eyes were a wild swirl of blue and green. Fixed on me. A whirlpool of colour I was completely sunk for. Everything that I said last time we met, rejecting his offer to hide me here, to never find me
His Unlovable Mate 28. Ayr
The bridge was back up when we arrived. Meaning we had to travel three miles upstream, abandon the horses, all our gear and shift, trying not to drown in the rapids. Racing across the countryside to get to the bridge, I noticed even more white cliff faces were scorched black, some completely abandoned and crumbling. Things are happening behind the scenes. All those scurried messaged and furtive looking Elders. Kallio looks to be crumbling from the inside. Plus, Elder Brent knew we would be racing to a closed bridge, the smug bastard. Clearly, there can never be any trust between Volare and Kallio. We charged into town in wolf form, picking up mindlinks from as many as possible. Raphael was fine. Well, not dead anyway. Just a vicious sword blade across his upper thighs, away from the chainmail protection. He’d bled heavily enough for them to be worried, but he was stable now. He insisted it was nothing. Beta Maxim and the others were clear he was lucky to be alive. I sent Lucas
His Unlovable Mate 29. Cassie
I’m dying inside. I even said the words “I need you inside me.” I’d sworn never to beg again and there I was, legs spread begging the man who breaks my heart on a fucking whim to shove his way inside me. I just don’t learn. Every time. I fall, relax around him, around anyone really, I find myself standing over another trapdoor. Elle interrupting my mate bond, Ayr offering to hide me like a mistress. Now this. I’ve got my composure, that’s about it. As I quickly trotted my way down the steps, Ayr sprinted to catch up, buttoning his shirt. In the murky dark of the corridor, we were completely alone. “Hey! Cass!” he growled, grabbing my hand. “Let me go!” “Not until you listen to what I have to say,” but I have to get out of here. I won’t cry in front of him. I’m just going to find Robyn and get the fuck out. I’ll camp outdoors, find a shack. It can’t be too hard considering this pack is on its ass. “You’ve buttoned your shirt wrong dickhead,” wrenching my wrist out his grip, my
His Unlovable Mate 30. Cassie
I charge, my pulse already sprinting ahead of my thinking. Slamming the door shut, there isn’t much I can do in this huge festival of cushions. I need to plan because I’m going to fight. I’m not giving in easy. I want the struggle. Crave it.Because I know when we do both give in to what we want it’s going to be unreal. I haven’t touched him properly yet. I want to see his dick. I want to take it in my mouth and see if I can make his eyes roll to the back of his head. See if he dares call me his good girl when I play with his balls and take him so deep he cries out and fills my mouth. I want to be his possession just as keenly as he wants to conquer me. Tomorrow, I can be Cassandra the Lunatic Packhouse Ghost. Right now, there is no time for regrets. I jump as Ayrs footsteps thunder towards the door, presumably after linking his Beta’s to thoroughly remind them to leave him the fuck alone for a while. My heart is pumping pure adrenaline. The large wood-panelled boxiness of his be
His Unlovable Mate 31. Ayr
Raggedly breathing in that dank corridor, everything is madness. That was the purest, rawest form of pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Nothing like I expected anyway. I'd thought finally being that intimate with someone would be a purely physical sensation. Except every time her body fluttered and clenched around me, moving as one, I felt our connection strengthen. That grip wrapping around my lungs, my heart,powered my final thrusts inside, chasing the feeling of our wolves colliding, her eyes sparkling. It was overwhelming in every way..Laid in my arms, red-cheeked and smiling away, her chestnut curls were splayed across the wooden floor. She reaches up for me, and I doubt she has any idea how it feels to have her hands on my cheeks. To be wanted and brought down to her lips. I might have just stalked and possessed her like prey. Except, to feel her choose me, even if just to plant a simple kiss on my lips, made me soar. I’m so fucking in love with her. “I…yeah I don’t have words
His Unlovable Mate 32. Ayr
Staring up at the ceiling so I don’t breathe on her face, I try to guide myself back to earth. To the reality outside. Ten years of busting my balls as Alpha. Night after night of guard watches. The endless funerals, recruitment and training after battles. A constantly positive attitude in front of everyone whilst watching my world reduce to a mud filled failure. My father was a brick wall. Nothing shook him. But then he had to be cruel. It was a time of lies and betrayals. It still is, really. Volare is surrounded by packs but no allies. Could someone from my pack have met Elle? They never traced the thugs she hired. Well, to be accurate, it doesn’t sound like they ever put that much effort into tracing them. They could have been from any pack. I trust my Beta’s. My amy of brave fighting men. But I only trust my three closest friends with my life. I wouldn’t have anyone else stand guard over me as I slept. Would I have Cass? Despite the past couple of hours, I don’t even know
His Unlovable Mate 33. Ayr
“Are we going to war because of her? For your mate?”I don’t even wait for a second before replying. “Absolutely not.”“Then why now?” Raphael urged. I encourage my Beta’s to talk openly, but right now, I could really do with people just doing as I bloody ask. I’m the Alpha. I know what my plan is, can that not be enough for once. “Because how much more can we take?”“Are you hoping if you fuck up Fenton enough Locksley will back off too, then you don’t need to marry Elle? Then you don’t have to choose between her and the pack?”I wish it was that simple.“No. No because she doesn’t want that…she doesn’t want to be my Luna. So even if those other fuckers evaporated overnight and we had peace, Cass will still be sneaking back over the border into Kallio.”“She’s going to kill Elle?”“She’s going to kill a fair few Elders too I would imagine,” I add, rubbing my temple. “So no. Maybe finding her has made me kick into action, but this is for Volare. Not me.”“Okay. Then I’ve got your bac
His Unlovable Mate 34. Cassie
As soon as he left the bed, I woke up. There was no way to rest when his muscular warmth had been taken away. Plus, the longer I lay in the sheets, inhaling his whisky scent, the more tempting it was to just give it all up and stay here. Be his willing mistress. Goddess, I would be so desperately willing. Everything about his touch. gentle and rough felt right. Instead, I jumped out, wrapped a blanket around my naked body, and looked out of the window. Ayr was stalking out of sight. I savoured the image of his frame, how he naturally stands out in any crowd. The lamplight clinging to his sharp jaw and golden hair. “Love you too,” I found myself murmuring. I'm trying it on for size. I know I didn’t say it at the time. It was too big a leap to make myself vulnerable to someone who is openly planning to create a world without me in it. A world I intend to ruin by bringing down Elle. Still, it felt nice, my stomach curling, knowing just how his face would light up if he heard me sayi
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His Unlovable Mate Epilogue 2: Cassie
Corbin is the first to arrive, urgency in his steely eyes. He and Ayr now share the dubious honour of matching neck scars. I imagine his lower chest is even more grisly after the attack on him “Is everything okay? It’s so fantastic to see you,” enjoying the sweep of his huge, iron-like hug. The sweet scent of warm baking is the only soft feature about this hardened leader. “When they set up a room for me to recover in, they found this. I thought you should have it,” withdrawing a thick envelope from his jacket. “It’s written by your mother.” I stare at the aged paper and wonder just what I will gain from reading her drunken rantings. “What made you bring this? She must have hundreds of letters, I know she kept a diary too.”“She addressed it to you. It’s the only one with your name on it. No diaries found.” "Go on, I’ll greet everyone else. It will only irritate you if you don’t read it now, " Ayr suggested "Corbin and I need to talk bridges," as the pair grinned. I took the letter
His Unlovable Mate Epilogue: Cassie
Life is very different in Volare these days. Leo is almost two. Wonderful in every way, his pouty lips and blue eyes making it almost impossible to tell him no. I flit between wondering what my mother would think of my own material efforts. Praying I make better choices than her. I still don’t know what the hell was on her mind when she died. Was it out of love for me or hatred of Elle? Staring at Leo, I will never understand how she stood by all those years in silence. It has taken some serious organising but tonight, finally everyone is going to be reunited. A celebration of friendship. Raphael and Robyn have been sorely missed. Almost eighteen months without any visits between us. Corbin had requested all bridges go up for our own safety for a period. He was attacked in an uprising in the centre of Pemberton. Touring a pack and hit in the chest with a cannonball. Quite how the fuck a group of rebels got hold of a cannon is something Raphael is furiously investigating. The nigh
His Unlovable Mate 104. Marcus
She’s dreamed of me? Even as my head spins in a frenzy of pure desire, I need to delve into that conversation more. Women are clearly my blind spot. No pun intended. She’s guiding me along the wooden wall, “I‘m staying in the packhouse, come on,” she breathes, and I’m so close to just being swept along. But this is serious. Flashes of Imelda cross my mind. “Jessica, Jessica, come on, what do you mean dreaming? What colour are your eyes?” as she drags me into the packhouse. Where I once snuck in order to shave in Ayr’s fancy bathroom. Her hand feels so tiny in mine. In fact, everything about her is petite. I’m almost stumbling, and I secretly love the way she doesn’t give a shit I can’t see. She’s taking me to her room regardless. “How about you just trust me?” she whispers before placing a kiss on my open chest. Shit that must be how tall she is. When she first kissed me, she must have been on her tiptoes. What the hell is this? “If you know who I am, I don’t…I’m not going to b
His Unlovable Mate 103. Cassie
Jessica never appeared at dinner. It was a shame, I totally thought her and Marcus might hit it off, but there will be more opportunity. She’s got that daring confidence that I thought might spark his interest. When the lightning flashed and rain descended, everyone jumped in the packhouse. Ayr ran out to find Marcus. Check he hadn’t got caught in the storm and lost his bearings, but he was nowhere to be seen. His blue gauze was trodden into the mud by the packhouse door, though. “He’s not answering his link?” Ayr said, rubbing his chin. “If he wants us, he will,” Matthew answered steadily. “There’s a line of how much he’ll ask for.” Ayr reluctantly agreed, and the evening continued as planned. Drinks consumed, food eaten, I sat in our bed and watched Ayr as he stripped down. I know how long he stays awake at night reading to me. I also know how the instant he thinks I’m asleep he switches from pirate adventures to love sonnets. My dreams are warm, full of summer sun and happiness
His Unlovable Mate 102. Marcus
The day I stop opening my eyes and searching for a flicker of dawn will be when my wolf stops trying too. Not once did I stop believing. Now, finally, after almost five years, something has happened. Since Ayr told me their silver wolf has vanished from the heavens, the constant blackness has started to part. There are shadows and hints of grey and white in my peripheral vision. I can’t see shapes, but there is lightness where once only pitch black existed. My first instinct was to call out to Berrybrow. But then I shut my lips and breathe sharply. This is for me to know. My secret. For if it turns out, all I can see are the shadows at the edges. What has been gained? But maybe, just maybe my purgatory is finally ending? I already know my irises have turned to jade. Mrs Berrybrow was sweet to sell it kindly, maybe as proof that my wolf is still trying to heal me. Ayr has since said he doesn’t give a fuck, that I was exactly the same man to him. Except hearing how the others hav
His Unlovable Mate 101. Ayr
I secretly bought a set of jangling bells, but thankfully, they weren’t necessary. I did once tie them to her and woke up to a barrage of jangling cushions to the face. Then she pinned my wrists to the mattress as best as she could before wrapping her mouth around my semi-hard early morning dick. Confusing, briefly terrifying me and making me want to explode all in the space of five seconds. Perfection. Now, such spontaneity has been briefly retired. Instead, she has to choose from a pile of leatherbound books instead of leaping onto my groin. Holding out a selection of hardbacks, I mock-grumpily bark. “Pick one then,” before helping to place the covers over my hugely pregnant, half-glowing, half-irritated mate. We’re in the final stages of this miracle of a pregnancy, and somehow, my plan worked. “You always know which one I’ll choose,” she smiles back softly, her stunningly soft figure draped in an emerald green silk nightgown before choosing the same one she’s had for the pas
His Unlovable Mate 100. Cassie
It’s not possible. “It can’t be…I mean…” only to turn and see the look on Ayr’s face. The one I’ve always wanted to see. It’s joyous. The sweetest, kindest expression. A god melted into a beaming man. But it is a look he shouldn’t be giving me. Anyway, it’s just one old lady’s opinion. I said I felt sick, but that surely happens to everyone who’s having the minor trauma of almost killing their mate in their sleep. Accepting the golden-eyed wolf could be hunting Ayr and I down for the rest of our lives out of spite is enough to turn anyone’s stomach. Or, as Mrs Berrybrow suggested, the golden-wolf attaches itself to a newborn. Then what? The instant some child turns eighteen and can connect with their spirit, will their soul be corrupted. Try to harm us? “Cass?” Ayr whispers, before reaching out for my hand. I have no idea how long I’ve been silent for whilst I felt the idyllic protection of my Volare life crumble around me. It's not safe. It will never be safe. I still can’t move
His Unlovable Mate 99. Ayr
It’s been almost three months, and with Cass at my side, anything feels possible. Apart from conception, obviously, but we’ve both agreed that doesn’t matter in the slightest right now. I don’t know how it works, but even the Volare population seemed brighter. The packhouse has never seen so many bawdy nights, bands playing, people talking late into the night. Annoyingly, now I’m officially not a kidnapping, raping, deviant scumbag, the other packs are scrambling to purchase even more of our goods. Something to be remembered every time I am forced to attend a Council with the two-faced pricks. Apart from Locksley. He had absolutely zero scruples in buying fancy items from a despised Alpha. Or trying to seduce Cass via pastel suits and bouquets of flowers but thank fuck that game is over. At Cass’s request I have even led a couple of Volare full moon runs. Pretty sure she just wanted to get me naked in the Kallio side of the woods though. Unfamiliar territory to her meant I had th
His Unlovable Mate 98. Cassie
Robyn had arrived in Volare with a few of my favourite gowns and essentials. Like she already knew I would never be coming back if they found me in Volare. “Cass what the hell happened here!” she gasped, taking in the dishevelled room. “Take a guess, Robyn!” I reply, towel wrapped around my body. “AH you're marked. I knew it!” she squealed.Hugging tightly, I quickly dressed, and we headed down to the main packhouse. I couldn’t resist my hunger any longer. Taking a long, empty bench in the far corner, my hair still damp from the shower with Ayr, I told her everything. Yet just last week, when we played with Lucy’s dolls house, I assured her I was fine. Snapped it at her if I recall properly. Now she knows the full extent of the agreement, the silver wolf waiting to be born. How we had decided, after making amends with everyone, that we had a clean slate. No guilt, no blame. Just forwards. “That’s exactly how it should be,” Robyn smiled. “I can not believe how much you’ve changed
