All Chapters of P.S. You're My Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GRACE"What?" I shrieked, my eyes drifting from Anne to Xander and then back to Anne. The surprise on my face soon morphed into anger; at who that anger was directed to, I was uncertain, "And you both chose to keep this from Silas? Do you not think he deserves to know the truth? It's like this whole pack lacks trust.""He does deserve to know," Anne spoke in a soothing motherly voice, taking a step toward me, "but he's hot-headed and will not react rationally to the news.""He thinks his mate deserted him and their child. He despises her and in reality, he shouldn't," I snarled, taking a step back to keep a space between us, "Might I also add, if you shared this information with us at the very beginning, a big chunk of what happened wouldn't have taken place. Those girls lost their lives because you kept vital information to yourself," anger rolled off me in waves, filling the room to the point I couldn't

SILASCalvin and Lana were both being kept in the cells. There was an underground bunker on my territory, far enough away from the pack house. Over the years, the bunker had been expanded into underground tunnels that eventually led to our cells. We hardly ever used the cells since crossing a packs territory without permission was grounds for death, but having cells was mandatory for times like these; times where I needed to interrogate the imprisoned before ending their life.Xander silently trudged beside me. I wasn't mad at him anymore. My anger had faded a while ago. What I felt was more along the lines of disappointment and betrayal. Xander was meant to be loyal to me and to my pack. As my Beta, I should have been able to trust him with my life but at the moment, I didn't trust anyone.My mother had allowed me to believe that Lucille betrayed me all those years ago. She allowed me to believe that the

SILAS I was watching a horror movie and I had front row seats. Disgust flowed through my veins like lava spewing out of an active volcano. It was her disgust combined with my own. I was seething, watching through her eyes what that fucking cunt was doing to her and feeling exactly how she felt. It made me stop in my tracks, my men doing the same behind me. We were tracking her, or I was tracking her through the mate bond — a mate bond that was weakening as the seconds passed by. I could feel her life slipping away but I could also feel her will to live still burning within her soul. I was proud that she still held strong, I just prayed that she could hang in there long enough for me to get there. "Silas?" She whimpered and I could feel the bond pulling me forward to finally be with her, to save her. My paws hit the ground faster than before, causing it to vibrate beneath me. I pushe

GRACEBy the time I had woken up half the day had already gone by. The spot beside me where Silas usually slept was both empty and cold — signifying he had left long ago and left me to sleep in. Sticking to his usual self, there was a pink sticky note stuck onto the lampshade on my bedside table. The bright color caught my eyes almost instantly as the the midday sun reflected off it. I grabbed the note and read the words written in his immaculate handwriting.'Had some work to take care off. Made you something to eat and kept it downstairs. Silas.'Leaving the bed, I leisurely strolled into the walk-in closet and sifted through Silas' shirts. I found a slate-gray graphic tee with a hammer on it and the words 'This is not a drill' printed beside it. I snickered at the use of the bad pun but decided to adorn the shirt nonetheless because his scent was strongest on tha

GRACEI had gotten Sydney dressed in a beautiful royal blue ball gown. The entire dress shimmered when rays of light bounced of it, giving her an ethereal glow. She resembled a princess, a little silver crown sitting on her head full of luscious light brown curls. The radiant smile that graced her face had my heart swelling in my chest. I loved this little girl more than I loved life itself. It wasn't difficult to fall in love with someone as innocent and bubbly as her.When we were done, I made my way downstairs with her on my hip. I didn't care that she was creasing the delicate material of my dress or that my make-up would potentially smudge thanks to the shower of kisses Sydney pressed against my cheeks. Once Lucille got here I knew I had to let Sydney go and the thought alone was difficult for me to deal with. My stomach churned in anticipation of what would happen and deep down — an instinct I was trying my best to ign