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130: Mix Of Love And Duty
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 131: Awkward Encounters
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Last Updated : 2024-12-05My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 132: The Audacity
HANNAH’S POVI watched Vivian walk away, her heels striking the stone path with a rhythm that echoed louder than it should have. Her usual confident stride faltered ever so slightly as she turned her head, her sharp, calculating eyes meeting mine for just a heartbeat.My stomach twisted, but I stood my ground, arms folded tightly around my son as if daring her to come back and try again. She didn’t. She disappeared around the corner, her silhouette vanishing into the afternoon haze. Only then did I allow the breath I’d been holding to escape in a slow, controlled exhale.“The Freaking Audacity,” I muttered under my breath, my voice low but seething. The thought churned in my mind, poisonous and sharp. Does she really think she can just march in here and demand to see my son and I would just let her?I shook my head, bitterness rising like bile in my throat. Vivian had forfeited any claim to my son the moment she decided her selfish desires mattered more than family.The audacity of he
Last Updated : 2024-12-06My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 133: Eva's Show
HANNAH’S POVEva's sharp heels clicked against the stone floor as she took a deliberate step closer, her piercing gaze locking onto mine. Her lips curled into a sneer as venomous as her tone.“I don’t have anything to say to you, Hannah,” she spat, her voice dripping with malice. “But clearly, you’ve got a lot to get off your chest.”I didn’t flinch. Instead, I tilted my head, letting a mocking smile tug at the corners of my lips.“Oh, really?” My voice was smooth, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable. “If you’ve got nothing to say, then why were you lingering earlier? Or is subtlety not your strong suit?”Eva’s laugh was low and biting, twisting in the air like a blade. She shook her head slowly, her expression oozing disdain.“Lingering? Oh, honey,” she drawled, each word dripping with mockery. “You flatter yourself. Watching you parade around like the world—or better yet, the pack—revolves around you is just too entertaining. Newsflash, Hannah: it doesn’t.”My fists clenched i
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EVA’S POVThe confrontation with Hannah lingered in my mind as I walked away, my heels striking the stone floor like a relentless drumbeat. Each click echoed in the silence, amplifying the storm brewing inside me.Andrew’s gaze burned into my back, a searing weight I couldn’t shake. But I refused to turn around. I’d pushed him—I knew that much—but how far? And worse, how far would he go to defend her? That nosy bastard.The air in the corridor felt colder, carrying the bite of her words. My fingers brushed against the rough wall for support, unease coiling tighter in my chest with every step. Would she really tell Xavier? And if she did, how would he react? I knew he was fiercely protective of her—and that brat of hers. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?Her voice still rang in my ears, low and steady, yet sharp enough to draw blood. Beneath her calm exterior was something sinister, something calculating. I’d felt its edge.By the time I reached my quarters, my thoughts w
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EVA’S POVI leaned in close to Vivian, my breath warm against her ear as I whispered the plan. I felt the subtle tremor ripple through her frame. When I pulled back, I searched her face, desperate for the flicker of agreement that could tether us to the same course.But her eyes widened instantly, flashing with alarm as her body went rigid, her breath catching like a startled bird’s.“Eva,” she hissed, her voice trembling with disbelief. She stepped back as if the words themselves had weight, forcing space between us. “That’s insane. Do you even hear yourself?”Her fingers curled and uncurled at her sides—a telltale sign of her nerves. Her gaze darted to the door, the panic there unmistakable, as though expecting it to burst open at any second.“It’s reckless,” she continued, her tone sharp but unsteady. “It’s like lighting a match in a room full of gas. Everything could blow up!”I sighed, frustration bubbling beneath a fragile mask of calm. I couldn’t lose her to fear—not now.“Vivi
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Last Updated : 2024-12-08My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 137: Cocky Conquest
VIVIAN'S POVI grunted with pleasure as he forced his way inside me. With my pussy as wet as it was, I was only just lubricated enough to make his entry possible. There was a touch of pain as he stretched me wide, but the feeling of being utterly filled by his cock made the pain seem unimportant.“You like that, huh?” he groaned, his grip tightening on my thighs. He continued to push, spreading my legs wider to help. As he thrust into me over and over, I was overwhelmed by the sensation. Each time I was sure that he couldn’t go any deeper, that he couldn’t possibly fill me up any more, he’d manage to get himself a little bit deeper, and I’d have to rethink things.“Oh, Coby,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. “You’re incredible.”It wasn’t long before he stopped pushing to go deeper. I was sure that he was all the way inside me, but I’d been sure of that several times already. I lay over the arm of the couch, waiting to see if there was more of his cock to be driven into me.I felt
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COBY’S POVThe guilt clawed at me as I led Vivian toward the bathroom, its weight pressing heavily on my chest. I couldn't escape the echo of my earlier actions—the way I’d been with her. Reckless. Possessive.That wasn’t me. Or at least, it wasn’t the me I wanted to be. But the nagging doubt that had burrowed into my mind had festered into something uncontrollable.Her soft hand in mine felt fragile, almost unreal, as though I could shatter it with a single wrong move. I glanced back at her, searching her expression for something—remorse, deception, anything. But all I saw was that serene, almost ethereal calm she always carried. It only fueled my unease.The moment Andrew had called, his voice tight with certainty, saying he’d seen her at Eva’s house, my pulse had quickened. When she came home, I waited like a predator on the doorstep, my senses on edge.I wanted to smell the truth on her—the earthy, rich scent from the last time she’d claimed to be with Eva. But instead, there was
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 047: Blood, Bandage, And Bedside
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 046: Dinner And Dagger
ANDREW’S POV The heavy dungeon door creaked open, and Beatrice stepped inside, her boots echoing against the cold stone floor. She carried a plate of food, her grip tight, knuckles whitening. Her eyes flicked to me, and for a split second, I saw it—hesitation, a flicker of doubt. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a hard, angry glare. She was trying to convince herself as much as me. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my face calm. This was my chance—my only chance to break free. “Beatrice,” I said, my voice low but steady. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go. I’ll make sure Xavier knows you were just following orders. You don’t have to go down with Elijah. He’s just using you.” She stopped short, her lips curling into a sneer. “Save your breath, Andrew,” she spat, her voice sharp but with a tiny crack in it—a fracture. “You’re going to die soon anyway. Why don’t you just shut up?” She dropped the plate in front of me. The bowl clattered, soup slos
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 045: Guarding And Glaring
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 044: One Wrong Move
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 043: Chained Up
ANDREW’S POV The cold was the first thing I felt—sharp, biting, like teeth sinking into my skin. It wasn’t just the chill of the dungeon; it was alive, slithering through the air, wrapping around me until I could barely breathe. My head throbbed, each pulse a cruel reminder of the blow that had knocked me out. My body ached, every muscle screaming as I shifted slightly. Then came the sound—a sharp, metallic clink. Chains. My wrists were shackled, the cuffs digging into my flesh, and my ankles were anchored to the floor with heavy iron. I was trapped. I blinked, my vision swimming as it adjusted to the dim, flickering light. The walls were slick with moisture, the stones jagged and uneven, as if they’d been carved to inflict suffering. The air reeked of mildew and decay, a nauseating stench that clawed at my throat. This wasn’t just a cell; it was a tomb, a place designed to crush hope. And then I saw him. Elijah stood a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the gloom.
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 042: Smells Fishy
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