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His Unlovable Mate 53. Ayr
I turned my mindlink off. There was absolutely no doubt my Betas were having a full conference about this situation.Everything I chewed felt like cardboard. I’m playing the part of a normal, civilised man. But with every secret dropped, each turn in conversation felt like it could be the one to make Cass realise she’s done with me. All it would take is for her to look me in the eye and declare she rejects our mate bond, and that would be it. Slowly though, not entirely fuelled by the foaming beer and food, I started to relax. The hope I’d felt when we kissed burned brighter.Throughout the meal, Cass’s eyes were gently flickering with shards of silver. Her smile is softening. She was even comfortable enough to lean on Raphael a little when she laughed. That matters. They’re my only family. She’d be amazing for Volare if she wanted that. But her heart lies with Kallio right now. After hearing what her wolf has revealed, it’s no wonder. Generations of facing up to and regularly losin
His Unlovable Mate 54. Ayr
We might be underground, in a cave filled with lanterns, but the very air around me seemed to fizz and crackle. Cass, my mate, the one I thought was lost to me for good, is threatening my sanity once again. “She was between my legs,” refusing to lie, even if the warning alarm in my head is firing on all cylinders. “Oh. Like this?” and slowly dropped down to her knees. I’d call her a good girl, but I think she’d bite a testicle clean off. Is this still a truce, or is she testing how it feels to touch me again after everything? Either way, she’s calling the shots. I’m just trying not to explode. “Do you think she wanted to do this?” and opened her mouth and placed the swollen head of my cock straight in her mouth. Her blazing eyes watched me, completely connected. Then, slowly allowed her tongue to swirl and torture me. I roughly unpin her hair, I needed to feel something of her in my hand. Then she gave my cock a lethally hard suck, taking another couple of inches down and I swe
His Unlovable Mate 55. Cassie
The only other time I slept in Ayr’s bed, I woke up alone, whilst he tried to leave quietly. Last night, we showered together and fell into bed, where he instantly fell asleep. I’d spent a few minutes fighting my own exhaustion to stare at his face. To try and make sense of the past few hours.He looks younger when all the tension leaves his features. Still perfection, carved cheekbones, and handsome, smooth features. He doesn't look boyish, but the stress that makes his eyes narrower has gone. Mindlink face, the one that leaves me dreading his next words, has no place on these pillows.I stroked some of the longer blonde locks out of his eyeline and checked the still-red cut across his forehead. Ayr snuggled in deeper to the pillow, and my heart melted. I don’t know what I’m fighting against anymore. Maybe just myself, the cowardly version of me. The woman expecting betrayal to the point I can’t allow love into my world? Taking a deep breath, I snuggle closer to him. Stroking his ch
His Unlovable Mate 56. Ayr
Why on earth did I commit to leaving this afternoon? Cass may have a point about being shit at plans. Except if I stayed any longer there’s a chance I genuinely would just kidnap her and keep her in my bedroom for until the end of time. My wolf gives a little surge. Since deciding to do this wolf-led adventure, his presence is certainly stronger. Reluctantly trudging miles away from my packhouse, the rain steadily falls. I’m looking to find a safe place to leave my clothes and armour for when I return. Avoid the whole naked walk through my pack again. Goddess, I hope my wolf comes through for me. Ideally, tonight. I’ve got to get back to Cass as soon as possible. Not because I think she’ll run. Or because I want to lose myself in her decadent moans again. Getting to know more and more of her every conversation. But because when we parted, leaving her with my three Beta’s her eyes were just beaming. Swirling amber and silver shards radiating tenderness. For me. Somehow. To know sh
His Unlovable Mate 57. Cassie
In the few hours we managed to smuggle together before he left, Ayr took me for a walk. It was a fantastic idea considering the fact I was still getting over how desperately I lost myself in the shower.. Except he took me back to the prison. He pointed out where his fathers packhouse had once stood. What used to happen at those gallows. How his father had to rule with strength. I’d call it fear, but this wasn’t the time for a debate. Instead, I listened as he confessed about the history books judging him. Whether his pack is happy under him or if the sacrifice of hiding men underground was too steep a price. Then he shrugged his shoulders and softly pulled me closer. I stroked blonde hairs from his forehead. “You’re too hard on yourself.” “I’m not hard enough. Trying to be perfect for everyone else to the point I almost lost you? What kind of fool does that make me?” I smirked as a teasing answer came to my head. His concerned face didn't deserve it, though I pulled him to me for
His Unlovable Mate 58. Cassie
It’s been almost a week. Every night, I go to bed, still in Mrs. Berrybrows' comfortable guest room, I try to ignore the curling fear in my stomach. Where is he? I should have asked him to mark me before he left. Not for any stupid schemes with Elle, but so I could know, within my soul, that he was safe. He could be captured in Kallio. Drowned in that awful, lethal river. What if Elle has rounded up all the exiles and there is no sign of Robyn, Corbin, and the others to be found anywhere?I pull open the curtains and stare up at the night sky. The clouds are thickening, barely any sun got through today. I can hear everyone in the pack commenting on it as they potter by. Then, the saner part of me reminds me that Ayr is a grown man. Thirty years old. Strength of a god, or so it feels when he flings me into the air. Capable of leading hundreds of Betas into war. Survived perfectly fine on his own before I came along mere months ago. Meaning deep down, I’m worried because I wasn’t do
His Unlovable Mate 59. Ayr
My wolf is one stubborn mutt. They could tell I had one eye on finding the exiles. And they weren’t having it for a second. Not one single dream for the first five nights. I got to gasp at our sheer speed and vicious hunting prowess. The majesty of nature and all those things someone more artistic than me would enjoy. But I’m on a schedule. Cass is waiting for me. If I'm gone too long she’ll go it alone. She wants the legitimacy of taking over in front of every other Alpha, clearing her name. Next week is her shot. At least, after almost drowning, yet again, the woods in the north of Kallio were quiet enough. Enough caves and ditches to tuck into at night. Nestling down, breathing slowly, I warned my wolf on the sixth evening. This was his last chance. I need to know. Whatever the truth may be.What a foolish declaration that was. With a low, rumbling growl, my wolf buried its head down and hurtled us into black, swirling nothing. An overwhelming landslide of information hit. Life
His Unlovable Mate 60. Ary
“Do we have a problem, Corbin?” I grunt, shrugging the heavy black shirt over my head. “Because when Cass defeats Elle, I’ve suggested you should be her Beta. I’ve heard nothing but excellent things about you?” He shook his head and gestured to the right of the fire. Dozens of men in sleeping bags, blankets, and even straw piled high. They’re living rough. “Excellent? Look at this place. We’re on the run. We are all waiting for Cassie. We believe she’s going to come through, take her throne. I’ve got a few men itching to defect for a shot at trying to find the gold she’s stashed on the coast though.” “How many?” “At least a dozen. Silver brands aren’t a personality trait, but you tell someone they’re scum long enough they’ll start acting like it.” Corbin and Raphael would find lots in common. Both are so steady and serious. No interest in gossip. I noticed Corbin’s aged, brittle chainmail over his grey long-sleeved top, his boots in need of repair. Maybe Volare can help with some
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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
