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59. Ayr
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2024-10-29 19:42:56
AlleTomorrow will see two free chapters to apologise for the double post a few days ago. Thanks so much for all the comments and gems. Feel free to post any theories about just how all this is going to end up...
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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
His Unlovable Mate 61. Ayr
Fed, Robyn turned her back so I could assist with her corset ribbons. “Cass gave me this dress. It’s a shame to ruin it.” “We have lots more back in Volare, don’t worry. I intend to sort out your brother and his shitty boots too,” I reply gruffly. She smothers a laugh. “True, they are falling apart.” I noticed her silver mark, very faint, like spatters of rainfall working down her lower back. Graceful and delicate, like the dancer she was born to be. Instead of stripping off, I just shredded the clothes I stood in, allowing my ashy brown wolf to rise once more. With the gathering grey clouds ahead, we sprinted. Robyn’s wolf was excitable, sprinting and darting all over to find more obstacles to fly over. Finally, we reached the river. Our enthusiasm ground to a halt. Rainfall has churned up the rapids into a sea of white, raging foam. Robyn’s brown wolf’s paws skitter nervously at the edge. Peering down the black rocks, trying to judge a crossing. I let out a little bark of warni
His Unlovable Mate 62. Cass
The six of us are trapped in an awkward stand-off. Nearly all of my joy at seeing Ayr has diverted into guilt about Robyn’s life being put in danger. Nearly all. As soon as she started hacking up water, I allowed myself to enjoy the fizzing sparks. The temptation to deny him a blanket was unreal. Then Robyn said that tiny, potentially friendship-shattering word. Still staring at the ground, frozen by an emotion I can’t even begin to guess at. Marcus’s mouth hangs open. He’s still holding onto her hand. Like he can will the Goddess into changing her mind. I don’t need to be on the Volare mindlink to know that Lucas is currently screaming SHIT SHIT SHIT at Ayr. I just grip Ayr a little tighter, press his hand harder across my stomach. We all just assumed. I completely forgot that a mate bond doesn’t play by our human expectations. They obviously liked each other. We all watched her eyes light up as he announced himself. Robyn, not jumping into bed with Marcus, perhaps gave him t
His Unlovable Mate 63. Robyn
From what I’ve heard, the overwhelming feeling you get when your mate bond clicks into place, shouldn’t be guilt. Shame from having blatantly desired another man, his best friend, by the looks of it. A man I hadn’t looked twice at. I only stumbled because I was rushing to get to Marcus.How stupid can you get? Now I’m walking hand in hand with a stranger. Far ahead of us, Cass and Ayr dived into an embrace. Easy and natural, his arms clamped her to him whilst her arms snaked carefully around the scars on his neck, into his hair. Not even caring who saw. Even though the clouds are dark grey and ominous, I swear the patch of land they stood on seemed brighter. It's clear Ayr adores her, not that he said much. But his face just lifted whenever Cass came into our hiking chats.So where do I go from here? Because I'm definitely not beaming like Cass.My mate, apparently called Raphael, is holding my hand but not tightly as we slowly walk. If I gave the slightest tug of resistance, I k
His Unlovable Mate 64. Cass
Asking Ayr to tell me what happened with his wolf felt like I’d thrown cold water all over our reuniting. Instead of pulling me back to him for another kiss, he got all serious. “I think we better get some privacy,” he muttered. “And some clothes for you, unless you fancy living like this full time?” trying to lift his mood back up. But it was gone. The change made my heart sink, his eyes narrowing with thought. Maybe he failed to connect with his wolf. I'm sure he tried his best. “Shit, yeah, clothes,” Ayr replies half-heartedly, My mate is seriously distracted. At the packhouse, every person gives him enthusiastic smiles, pleased at his return. He should be buoyed upwards. Instead, he just keeps a tight hold on my hand and leads me up the now-familiar dark wooden corridor up to his bedroom suite. Back inside, Ayr dives into a steaming shower. I sit on the desk and give him a minute. I don’t think he’ll like all my ideas, but some risks just have to be taken. When he emerges
His Unlovable Mate 65. Ayr
Hours later, there is nothing more to work out. Just a grey stone floor, covered in chalk. Circles, crosses, swooping arrows. Angry crossings out. Papers scattered. Wet spatters where the occasional tear had fallen. Cass is steel and fury on the outside. Inside she’s so fucking hurt. So easy to injure. I should know, I’ve been responsible for a chunk of that pain. This is why I am ruthlessly determined to prove to her that this can work. Eventually, she nodded and whispered. “That’s it. That’s how we’ll do it.” "You really need Dominic's head?" "Yes I really fucking do," she answered archly.Cass is right. She can't do everything alone. Not only does Elle have the Kallio guards, but she also has the Elders. They might be older, draped in stinking robes but they will defend their treacherous bitch of a Luna to the death. The stone floor resembles a giant chess game. Anticipation of Elle’s actions, the movement of gossip and rumour across multiple packs. What we have seen in histor
His Unlovable Mate 66. Ayr
I felt every single beat of her heart. Her convulsing, shaking body as I buried myself as deep as I could. The scissors scattered to the ground. With her back arched, ass sliding up and down the wooden desk, I became addicted to grabbing her back to me. Hands on her hips, yanking her exactly where I need her. With me. By my side. Carrying our child. With those thoughts spiralling ever upwards, I slam myself home as Cass tightens around me again. I daren’t bend to kiss her, in case my wolf tempts me into marking her. Fuck I hope it works. I pray she’ll conceive. We’ve already played with fire a few times but I'd burst with pride to know we had created something so perfect together.Not because I’m some insecure dolt who thinks I need a child to bind me to my mate. All those worries about not being enough, not deserving her have vanished. Because I look into her amber eyes and see her pride in me. The same I have for her. The love she has to give shouldn't be only for me.Eventually, w
His Unlovable Mate 67. Marcus
Ayr ordered me to do exactly as he instructed, regardless of what happened. I don’t know if that meant eavesdropping his rejection. I almost came out of my little mossy nook down by the bridge, but that would mean I’d failed my challenge in less than two hours. I want to prove myself, despite my pride being blowtorched twice in one day. Even though the river looked like an early grave, I took the plunge and jumped in. In order to have some fucking dignity on the other side I didn't shift. Soppjng wet, I marched towards Pemberton with only the goal of a beer in mind. I want to be seen. I didn’t even get to my first bar before a looming, spindly Kallio guard approached me. “Your Alpha rejected his mate then?” Offering me a creepy smile with his thinning teeth, I had to try not to shudder. He must think I broke my skull if I'm just going to merrily chat about Ayr to him. “What the fuck is it to you?” I replied back, weaving around the orange and gold baboon to slam some gold coins
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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
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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
