LOGINShare
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: The Plan Not to Die
Related chapters
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR: The Bloodshed Begins
HUGH’S POV: The vineyard lies bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the rows of grapevines. I stand at the makeshift altar, my hands clasped tightly together, my gaze on the distant horizon, flickering sometimes at the window of the room where Anastasia and Zachary are hiding. Behind my calm composure, anticipation and dread swirling within me. Before me stretches a red-carpeted aisle, flanked by rows of chairs filled with expectant guests. Their murmurs and whispers form a distant hum in my ears, drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My gaze scans the horizon once again, searching for any sign of movement. The vineyard offers ample cover for potential assailants, its twisting rows of vines providing perfect camouflage for those who seek to disrupt the proceedings. My body twitch with the urge to transform now, but I force myself to remain still, to project an image of calm in the face of impending peril. Yvanna glides down the aisle, a visi
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: Anastasia's Fight
ANASTASIA’S POV: I clutch Zachary tighter to my chest, his tiny form trembling against me. He may not fully understand what’s happening, but the noises from everywhere are enough to make him sense that something isn’t right. I peer out the window. Through its glass, I see them – the werewolves. Their massive forms clash in a frenzy of blood and fur, canines bared in primal rage. It’s a scene straight out of the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve watched, but to witness it in real life is something altogether different. The sounds of snarls and growls echo through the night, sending shivers down my spine.I scan the massive vineyard, but I don’t see Hugh’s gray wolf. And not seeing him makes me really anxious. I tear my gaze away from the window, unable to bear the sight any longer. Then I sink back into the couch, pulling Zachary even tighter to me, as if my embrace alone can shield him from the horrors outside. I squeeze my eyes close, trying to block out the sounds of violence that
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX: Both Worlds
I slowly drift back to consciousness, my mind swimming through a haze of pain. It feels as though every inch of my body is on fire, agony that throbs in time with my heartbeat. I groan softly, trying to piece together what has happened, but the memories are distant and fragmented, like shards of glass scattered across my mind. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hits me - Zachary is in danger! The realization jolts me awake, and I struggle to push myself up, my muscles protesting with every movement. But my determination outweighs the pain, and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to sit upright. A sharp cry escapes my lips as I collapse back, the pain too intense to bear. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the throbbing to subside, but it persists, a relentless vibration through my body.Slowly, my surroundings come into focus. The first thing I notice is the crack on my eyeglasses, then... “Oh shi.t!” I hiss.I’m not in Bonded’s world anymore! I’m back in my own world, in my own bedroom
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: Physical and Emotional Wounds
The morning sun streams through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. I trudge back on my bed, my forehead creases with worry, as I hold my phone in a trembling hand. "Mama," I say, my voice weak and raspy. "I... I can't go meet the supervisor. I'm not feeling well, plus I’m not interested in publishing my book." "Alright, darling," mama says gently. Though I’m not looking at her face, the excitement in her voice is gone, and its worry returns. "I'll take care of it. You just focus on resting. I’ll call for a doctor now." As the door creaks close and mama’s footsteps fade, I let out a shaky breath, sinking back onto my pillows. I close my eyes, trying to block out the swirling thoughts in my mind. If only my book is just a book—a simple collection of words on a page. But it isn't. It’s so much more complicated than that. Plus, publishing a book isn’t even something I should even think about or give the slightest attention to at this moment. The minute
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: The Ultimatum
The streaks of sunlight cast long, menacing shadows across the worn floorboards. I huddle in the corner, my breath coming in shallow gasps as my eyes flicker with anxiety. Dwight stands tall and imposing, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. I flinch as his hand reaches out, instinctively jerking my face away from his touch. Fear clenches my throat, rendering me speechless as he sits beside me, his gaze piercing through the dimness. "You're mad?" Dwight's voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a weight that makes me tremble. Yes, I’m mad, but I can't bring myself to voice it aloud, not when it won’t change the depth of his selfishness, his willingness to destroy lives for his own gain. Instead, I remain silent, my eyes fixed on Dwight's face, a mask of forced calmness that fails to hide the turmoil beneath. Dwight sighs, a sound heavy with disappointment and sadness. "I know you're disappointed that I'm fighting for you, for us, but... d
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: The New Plans
DWIGHT’S POV: The dimly lit room is thick with tension as my gaze locks onto Anastasia’s, my smirk dancing on my lips like a flicker of flame. I relish the victorious sensation coursing through me, knowing that despite her feigned agreement, her compliance is born of fear, not desire. Anastasia's reluctance hangs heavy in the air as Connie motions for her to give Zachary back to her. Anastasia’s fingers tremble ever so slightly as she hands Zachary over to Connie. I watch her every move, my patience a facade for the roaring storm of anticipation swirling within me. I understand her hesitation to trust me or any of us, but I’m determined to wait. I know that in time, she’ll come to acknowledge the bond that binds us together, a bond stronger than any force in this world. Turning to Connie with a command that drips with authority, my voice slices through the tension. "Prepare to send Zachary back to the Highvalley Pack. Make sure he remains unscathed. You already know where to go. So
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER SIXTY: Gentle Obsession
The air inside the rickety cottage is heavy with mustiness and tension as I push open the creaking door. My footsteps echo against the worn wooden floorboards, but Anastasia doesn't flinch at the sound. She sits on the makeshift bed, her gaze fixed on some distant point that only she can see, her eyes empty and lost. I’ve entered with a specific intention, but as I take in the sight of Anastasia, my desire to consummate our bond evaporates. Instead, a deep ache settles in my chest, urging me to comfort her, to try to erase or at least lessen the sadness etched on her face. I kneel down beside her, my hands reaching out to gently wipe away the tears that are streaking down her cheeks. Anastasia doesn't resist my touch, but her silence speaks volumes. She’s hurting, and my heart is breaking to see her in such pain. Yet, amidst my own pain, I can’t shake the determination that burns within me. I’m willing to do the extra mile for her to feel better except for one thing. "What can I
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: A New Revelation, A Greater Desperation
The air continues to thicken with anticipation, charged with the promise of intimacy. My hands tremble slightly as I reach for the hem of Anastasia's blouse, my heart racing with excitement. But just as I begin to lift the fabric, Anastasia's sudden push startles me, causing me to separate myself from her. “What now?!” I ask, irritated, assuming that she changes her mind again, chickening out to give our bond a try. But then, my breath hitches in my throat as I notice that her pale complexion becomes even paler, almost white, her hand clamped over her mouth, tears glistening in her faltering eyes. Anastasia sways on her feet, her body radiating heat, her distress palpable. Before I can voice my concern, she doubles over, retching violently. "Anastasia!" I lean to her side, my mind racing with panic. Then I slide from the bed, kneel down beside her, my hands hovering uncertainly as I watch her heave, her body wracks with spasms."What's wrong?" I ask.Anastasia can only shake her
Latest chapter
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: At the Moonlit Book Cafe
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: Meeting Author Agness Again
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: A Future Mother and Published Author
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: Missing Hugh
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: Back to My World... for Good?
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: The Wedding Day
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER EIGHTY: Happiness
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: Disappointment, Excitement
What?! We're Mates?! CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGTH: Honor and Remembrance
