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85. Ayr
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I pause at the intrusion from Corbin, just as Ayr plants a kill on my cheek. “Hmm, I see what you mean about mindlink face,” smiling softly. “Don’t like that one, not at all,” before repeating the action as I flick my attention back to him and blush. Ayr kissed my cheek again, my searing blush making the area where his lips met my cheek resemble a furnace. “It’s your decision. But I had better keep kissing you until I’m sure you’re listening to me and not your very intense Beta.” I blushed again but didn’t stop Ayr tenderly kissing my cheek. It felt too good to protest with common sense. “He doesn’t know about us. I probably should tell him before he tries to hurt you. Protect me from you.” My handsome, blonde god of a mate sniffed in amusement before tilting my chin upwards. My world shrank down to his swirling irises. “I won’t be worrying about Corbin, Spitfire.” “I don’t know, we’re murdering Elders later this afternoon,” I say sweetly, knowing it will amuse him to know my biza
His Unlovable Mate 87. Robyn
From an empty guest bedroom balcony, I watched Volare finally leave, joining the long, winding trail of the Alpha Council as it weaved its way back to Pemberton and the bridge back to their world.I tried not to wince as Raphael guided a tetchy Marcus by the hand towards the carriage. The pair exchanged fumbled hugs before Marcus no doubt cracked offered more appalling insults. From up above, I study my huge, sturdy mate, dressed in a grey shirt and black pants. He watches them leave until they are well beyond the horizon. To my surprise, he walked around the side of the cliff, out of sight before I could let him know I was there. Surely, a good mate is supposed to run after their sad partner and cheer them up. But I think he’s the kind of guy who just needs his own head space. He’ll find me when he’s ready. I think. My wolf is beyond agitated. Knowing that I love Raphael but have done nothing about it for days is leaving me edgy. Doubt begins to haunt me. It must be the early mor
His Unlovable Mate 88. Ayr
“So which one of you is keeping me on a rope to stop me wandering into the river?” Marcus grumbles. Again. Alongside at least two dozen other whinging remarks he’s making me itch to dive out of the carriage and sprint back to the cliffs. The constant, desperate hope I am keeping in my chest is that Cass might be pregnant already. This separation of ours might only be weeks away. The idea she would walk away from Kallio for me is jaw-dropping. It inspires me, with the same drive as my spitfire frenzy, to put my pack into the very best shape it can be. For in a few months, everything could change. “Raphael left me a list of Beta’s he thinks can move up to day-to-day,” Lucas offers, clearing his throat awkwardly. Marcus says nothing, tilts his head towards the window, not that he can see anything. Just shutting himself out of the conversation whilst we jolt and bounce our way towards Pemberton and the river bridge. “They need to be like Raphael. I don’t need another joker. Has to be
His Unlovable Mate 89. Raphael
I can't quite believe little Artem is almost four. Alongside his smaller sister Lucy they mean perfection and light. No children have been more blessed with love. Or more unexpected in the case of Artem who arrived almost exactly nine months after the takeover. His growth has mapped Kallio’s resurgence. His colic and sleepless nights matched with insurgence and open rebellion from some areas missing out on their bribes from Elle. His fussy food periods and hurling of dishes to the floor paired with engineering delays to the two new bridges. But his first steps saw the bridges open. His first words celebrated a return of crops, prosperity. The Silver Guard reported no scurrilous gossip, no more lingering rebels. By the time Artem took his first horse-riding lessons earlier this month, led about by me on a small pony, there was a grain surplus, Corbin and his accountants able to report nothing but good news. Cass has done it. Turned Kallio around completely. Silver and orange banners
His Unlovable Mate 90. Ayr
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His Unlovable Mate 91. Cassie
I knew something was off. Normally, when I get to our spot I’m buzzing with excitement. Desperate to be held and reminded of how it feels to be desired. Back at the depressingly stale cliffs of Kallio, I am just a living statue. Nobody looks at me like I'm real. Except I’m lying to myself. For the last few months, our meetings haven’t been joyous, frenzied encounters. If I look back, I believe I’ve cried in his arms about how useless things are almost every time. Each time we find each other, it’s takes a single glance for Ayr to confirm we have failed to make a life together. Yet again. It’s a strangely empty feeling. My heart beats with so much adoration yet leaves me colder, harder on the outside with every passing month.It’s my fault. It must be. The same three words on repeat. Every month, every day. Corbin blandly reports everything sees everything, and asks nothing. As far as I can tell, Robyn believes he has had no meaningful relationship, man or woman since he became my
His Unlovable Mate 92. Ayr
I waited on the high ground near the Kallio bridge the whole night once Mrs Berrybrow raised the alarm that Marcus and Matthew had gone missing. When Matthew came back into connection, hesitantly confirming that they were almost back, my pent-up, desperate temper finally unloaded. I stormed to the bridge on Ares, galloping hard to intercept my traitorous so-called friend. I didn't confess my feelings for him to make it a one-man mission to blow up my life.The carriage, driven by the stony-faced Matthew, was a simple cart. Designed to blend in. He wore his dark, standatd armoured clothing. Marcus, the fucking clown was of course dressed in dramatic baby blue. Head high, like he hadn’t just betrayed his Alpha and best friend. So much for not standing out. The devious bastard. He must have had Matthew or some other helper of his follow me. Probably Berrybrow she’s that insanely loyal to him. The tenuous hold I’ve held over my wolf for the past few years. The aching, constant emptiness
His Unlovable Mate 93. Cassie
I’m sprinting back to the packhouse with everything I have. There is nothing I want more than to hide away in the scalding bathtub and let my tears merge in with the water. Drown in pity. But Marcus, goddess, he struck every nerve I have. Without realising, my wolf slowed her sprint down a touch as his words rioted in my head. I’ve been kidding myself this whole time. Thinking I’m being selfless, putting the pack ahead of myself. Like some kind of cursed saint. That’s not the way it is at all. I’ve been selfish to Ayr. This whole time he’s waited, listened to me, held me, wiped tears away, and I’ve assumed he was okay. Frustrated, of course, disappointed every time. But I never thought he had sunk as miserably as me. My wolf stops entirely. Something deep inside me stirs. This whole charade has to stop. That silver wolf is undeniably waiting. But that is for the Moon Goddess to bless. If the highest deity in the heavens will not grant that spirit a life on earth with us, how are w
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