All Chapters of P.S. You're My Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GRACE Sydney was back and I was grateful. I barely had a chance to see her since Silas had gotten her packed and sent her off with his parents', claiming that she would be safer there. Part of me wanted to protest against that because I was fully capable of taking care of her. However, the predicament I found myself in, shut me up.That night, Silas had gotten someone to repair the upstairs bedroom; fitting in a window he had supposedly run through, causing it to shatter. The following day, I just laid in bed, refusing Silas to touch me, to come near me. He had no right to give me his mark before I was even ready for it. It was something he couldn't take back but I refused to give him my body because of it. I'd rather suffer the heat and die.My stubbornness lasted about a day and a half. Thursday went by slower than it was possible. As each minute passed, I could feel the heat consuming me. My blood felt as

GRACE"Grace, where the hell are you?" Monica sounded frantic over the phone, "Rumors have been spreading around the pack that you ran away and then I felt our mind link shatter and your link to the pack severe. What's going on?"There was a warm feeling in my heart at how much Monica truly cared for me. She came off as bitchy but her heart was anything but. She just had a difficult time showing it sometimes.I looked up at Silas who slept next to me in bed. Ever since I asked him to sleep with me he never left my side, taking care of me as much as he could each time a new wave of heat hit me. He smiled down at me, fingers tracing the length of my spine. My eyes silently asked him if I could disclose the truth to my best friend to which he smiled and nodded."I'm fine, Mono. I did run away and I was heading back to the pack but Silas caught up and stopped me," I dropped my voice, whisperin

GRACE"You look exactly like her," Helene hissed, anger seeping into her words as her eyes gave me a once over, "the same hair, body shape, skin color. The same pale blue eyes. Whoever killed her meant it as a message directed to you." As she spoke, more venom leaked into her voice, shouting for the rest to hear.Silas took a threatening step forward to the girl. Her outburst not only disrespected me but him as well. I wouldn't allow him to punish her because of her words though. It made no sense to when clearly she was greaving and angry. Silas failed to mention that major detail about that dead body. All he said was: 'Just another random pack member...'But it wasn't completely random, was it? That girl was chosen because she resembled me just the way that child was chosen because she was the closest to Sydney's appearance they could get. Something else clicked in my head as well. The youn

GRACEThe rest of the week sped by and by the weekend, we had nothing. It was like Monica had vanished off the face of the Earth. There wasn't even a scent for us to track or a note left behind with some sort of threat. I guess the note wasn't needed. I got the threat and the warning loud and clear. If I continued staying here, more people I cared about would be harmed and even more strangers would die.Silas had sent wolves to the Silver Dawn pack to somehow track Monica's scent but they returned to us with strange news. There was no scent left behind. It was like Monica never existed in the pack. Whoever took her somehow made it seem like Monica was just a figment of my imagination.We knew she was still alive but hanging onto a thread. With each passing day, Lana could feel the mate bond getting weaker and weaker. She described it as a thread snapping daily under the tension of them not only being separate

GRACE His full, beautifully defined lips curled into a smirk, fingers circling my wrists tightly — but not too tightly, "Take care of me how?" When his words left his lips they sounded husky. The depth of his voice did things to me I didn't know were possible. It had me clenching my tights together as a tight feeling balled in my stomach.My tongue darted out of the corner of my mouth which caught his eyes. He watched intently as I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting my drying lip. There was a flash of purple that shone in his eyes before simmering down back to it's honey color. To be honest, I didn't know what the hell I was getting myself into. I was by no means confident in bed but I felt like I owed him that much.Which made no sense considering he forcibly marked me!Wriggling my wrists to loosen his hold, I made quick work of his belt buckle. It surprised bot