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The Unclaimed Mate Sixty-Eight
AthenaCameron began to cough. His body jerked slightly as he tried to catch his breath. At first, it was just a rough clearing of his throat, but within seconds, it turned into deep, chesty coughs that racked his body. Confusion danced in his eyes like he didn’t quite understand what was happening to him. His nose wrinkled in disgust, and his lips curled as if the air around us suddenly turned foul.“What…the…fuck…is going on?” he asked between coughs. I held fake concern, knowing full well what I had done. “Are you alright?”He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood there, still coughing and gripping his stomach with his hand. His face began to pale, taking on a sickly, greenish hue.He stepped away from me as though my very presence was poisoning him. The space between us felt wider and colder.“Cameron, what's going on?” I cried out. His eyes met mine, wide with alarm, before he turned suddenly, gagging and retching. He staggered to the shrubs nearby, doubled over, and began to vomit
The Unclaimed Mate Sixty-Nine
CameronSilence enveloped me, a loud, terrifying silence. I'd never felt so confused in my life. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove. I felt worse than when I'd not seen Athena for all these years and didn't know how to navigate this. Barbara sat in the passenger seat. I could feel her glances but couldn’t bring myself to speak. What was there to say? How could I tell her that the girl I obsessed over stank like a fucking sewage pit?Nothing made sense anymore. How did seeing Athena after five years and feeling that overwhelming pull toward her—turn into such disgust within minutes? That smell, so unbearable and unnatural, still lingered in my senses. It wasn’t just in my nose; I could feel it in my entire body, like it had seeped inside every pore in my skin. Barbara began muttering something under her breath, breaking the silence. “Can you just stop?” I snapped at her. “I didn’t force you to come.”“What did I do now?” she shot back.She had a way of getting un
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy
AthenaI was in a deep, dreamless sleep when, suddenly, my spirit drifted away from my body. It was the first time in months that I experienced this, and I found myself standing at the entrance of the coven. Damn it. I hated being here. All eyes turned toward me the second I stepped in, like a thousand burning gazes piercing my skin. It seemed I was the last person to arrive. I hated it here because they always judged me, and I could feel their disdain. Most of them were pure witches who saw me as an outsider. To them, I was unfaithful to the craft, but I didn't give a rat's ass about what they thought about me.We sat in a circle. I wondered why they couldn’t just leave me alone. My grandmother, Golgotha, watched me closely a few seats away. She didn’t smile or acknowledge me with warmth. She never did. In the coven, there was no room for familial bonds. Here, power came before everything, even blood.The head of the coven, Queen Mother Zarya, stood tall in the center of the circle.
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy-One
AthenaBattle cries reached my ears as Cameron, Caleb, and I rushed out, shifting into our massive wolf forms with a single purpose in mind: defend our pack and end this invasion. As alpha wolves, we were bigger and stronger than the usual wolf. Caleb and I had brown fur, while Cameron had a black and white striped coat. Our paws pounded against the earth as we sprinted towards the border. Every muscle in my body was tense with rage at the thought of children being slaughtered. I planned to use every ounce of strength and magic to protect my people. I could excuse a lot of things, but the killing of children was unforgivable.At the border, the scene unfolded before me like a nightmare. The battlefield was stained with blood, bodies lying crumpled and lifeless, both wolf and human. Claw marks streaked across the ground, deep gouges in the earth where fierce battles had been fought. The roadblocks set up to protect our tribe had been destroyed and torn apart by the enemy. My dad and
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy-Two
CameronThe need to explode built in me as Athena kissed me back with a feverish intensity. We bit and sucked and tasted each other in the semi-darkness, and all my doubts about being with her flew out the window.I loved her more than words could express. It was as if her mouth was meant to hold two tongues. I missed kissing and making love to her so much and loved the feel of her tongue rubbing mine. The sloppy sound that escaped her lips when we pulled apart was music to my ears; her cheeks flushed red, and her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.She pulled away, gazing at me hungrily. Then the lust subsided, and she realized what we'd done. I didn’t regret a second of it. The way her cheeks flushed made her look so different from the fierce warrior I saw on the battlefield.It was wild how the same girl who had torn through our enemies not long ago now seemed small and fragile, standing there avoiding my gaze. She kept fidgeting with her short hair, clearly trying to avoid fur
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy-Three
AthenaIt was a war to avoid Cameron, nearly impossible. His presence in the same house as me was like a magnet that constantly pulled at my thoughts. All night, I tossed and turned in bed, fighting the urge to get up, go to his room, and fuck him senseless. But I knew better. The kiss earlier had already been a mistake, and I wasn’t about to allow my delusions to cause more problems for me. Determined to get control of my emotions, I decided to head outside to meditate and clear my mind.I walked through the quiet night toward the grove, finding comfort in the stillness. The aftermath of the recent battle had made everyone more cautious, and the grounds were empty. At least I could levitate in peace. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to rise into the air, spinning magic through my fingertips. The soft hum of power soothed my racing thoughts.Before, I'd have been afraid of getting caught. But now, knowing that the council might soon confront my dad about why
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy four
AthenaMy pulse quickened with forbidden longing. He was all I wanted, all I could think about. Blood throbbed in my veins with a scarlet web of desire. I wanted him badly. Cameron and I lay in bed, the quiet between us filled with unspoken words and emotions I was too afraid to acknowledge. His arm was wrapped around me, holding me close as if he were trying to imprint the memory of this moment. I knew it was reckless, foolish even. But in this fragile moment, I didn’t care. I couldn't lose everything—I had already lost too much. If I was going to let him go, I didn’t want to regret not holding on to him one last time.He gently caressed my hair, his touch warm and familiar, sending shivers down my spine. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. "I love you, Athena. I love you more than you can ever imagine."Instead of responding, I felt a knot tighten in my chest. The words he spoke were too much for me to handle. Instead of letting them sink in, I changed the subject, pushing away t
The Unclaimed Mate Seventy-Five
Seventy-fiveCameronAthena had made up her mind, and it showed in her eyes. Her certainty was cold and unshakable. It had been five years but I could read her like a book. That familiar look of hers, the one she wore when she’d already decided there was no going back, was the same look she gave when she was determined to win an argument, the one that said, I’m right, and you’re wasting your breath trying to convince me otherwise. Except this time, it wasn’t about something trivial. This time, she was dead serious about rejecting our bond.The thought of rejection suffocated me. Did she seriously think this was easy? Did she believe she could just toss away our bond like it was nothing? Like we hadn’t been bound together by forces we couldn’t control? Wasn’t she feeling the same gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony I was? Or was this just some sick game to her—a way to prove that she could out-stubborn fate itself?I knew Athena could be headstrong—hell, stubborn might as well be her mi
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