All Chapters of The Unchosen Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Ethan“What did she say?” I asked as Perrin returned to the locker room.“8:00 tonight. Her suite. Don’t be late.”I squared my jaw and mentally threw out the plans I had been concocting for another midnight stroll with Justin out the window. “Ok. Thanks.”“No problem.” Perrin threw on his sneakers and walked with me to the sparring room.“So?” I prodded.“So what?” He said, preoccupied with his taping up his wrists.“What was the emergency?”“Oh, it wasn’t an emergency,” he responded. “Not even clos

EthanI adjusted my jeans as I prepared to wheel the cart into the hallway, making a show out of scanning for onlookers while I calmed myself down, knowing full well that nobody would be up here.I grinned, feeling how swollen my lips had already become. Daring a glance back over my shoulder as I started into the hallway, I could see a flush on Justin’s own face. And the sight of him? Visually reacting the same way I felt? I practically glowed at the thought. This sense of unspoken understanding between us was magical. And effortless.We made our way to the suite and I opened the door, pushing the cart in before me. The table I had set in the dining room had steady glowing candles. It wasn’t lavish. But it was clean and simple. And afterall, this was my home.“Please, take a

EthanBy the time I had finished with Toby, I considered bringing him with me to the infirmary. His jaw was dislocated and his lip was cut, but Jack assured me that leaving alone was my best option. He had been rather tight-lipped when he had walked in on me with his friend, but I didn’t care. My sister was responsible for her own mess, but there was no mistake in what role Toby played enabling her to get like this. Had he even known she was upstairs like that?I walked outside to find my mother’s car idling in front of the house. Gowan was leaning against the hood of the car despite the rain, clearly unsure of what to do. His hands were deep in his pockets. “Would you like to drive?” He asked calmly.I stared down at my bloody knuckles. “If you don’t

PerrinI knocked on the door to Ethan’s suite, hand hammering against the wood. Mistra hadn’t responded, even though I knew there wasn’t anywhere else she should be.I pressed my ear to the door, waiting to hear any semblance of sound. Not a pin drop.“Perrin?”I turned to see my step-mother’s assistant approaching from down the hall, phone and portfolio in hand.“Hi Cynthia. Do you know where Mistra is?”She stopped short of the door, her face full of confusion. “She isn’t here?”“No, or at least it doesn’t seem like it.”Cynthi

Perrin I didn’t know we could cry in our wolf forms. I had always known we could howl. It had been a form of mourning for our people for millennia. But actual tears? What streaked down Lo’s shimmering coat looked heavier than water. It dripped and dragged and draped through the soft fur of her coat, leaving a glossy, wet wake against her muzzle. I approached her slowly, her giant coat shaking as sobs tore through her lithe body. She knew I was there. Had likely scented before I had come upon her. But just to be sure, I stopped slowly into the clearing, only gentle movements. I needed her to know that I wasn’t a threat. Thankfully she hadn’t crossed outside of pack borders this time. I was grateful for that. One less thing in our lives that had becoming increasingly complicated. As I eyed her, large pools glistening down her fur, I observed how wild she looked in her emotion; not just because of the animalf form. It reminded me of the few times I had seen my step-mother lose her