All Chapters of The Accidental Werewolf: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I wake in the middle of the day, disorientated and cold. The window is wide open, letting a freezing breeze in. I get up and close the window, looking down at my soaked shirt. My breasts are rock hard, and sharp needles of pain shoot through them. I have to feed Deimos. I look around the room for my baby and remember where I am. The sorrow and the aching need for him crash over me, and I sink to the bed, crying. Abbadon gave me a choice. I can go back. I can be with my child. ~ But he’ll want us back here eventually, ~ my wolf says, ~ and he will kill me. ~ * If we stay he’ll kill you sooner. * ~ Which is why we have to kill him first. ~ God. If I found Abbadon five months ago, I’d have been ecstatic at the idea of getting rid of my wolf, now the thought alone horrifies me. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without her. * I won’t let him do that. * I go to the small bathroom that’s attached to my room, and leaning over the sink, I sta

Abbadon’s POV:   Everything’s going exactly to plan. I know she misses her other mate, the one The Goddess sent to her. I’d be shocked by her cruelty of fating only one mate to Edric, but I hate the fucking son of a bitch, so my sympathy for him is a little on the low side. I stand at the window, looking at Maya. My whole being cries out for her. She sits on the lawn with her legs pulled up, her head turned sideways, cheek resting on her knees, eyes closed. She looks so peaceful that it makes my heart ache. I don’t know if she’s communicating with the wolf again. She thinks I don’t know that she’s mind-linking with him, but I can hear his voice in her head. Yesterday, she left me just so she could talk to him, but last night, she was all mine. My hard cock strains against the fabric of my trousers. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone – almost twenty-two years in fact. From the night I made her u

Edric's POV:  Standing outside on the lawn, I hand Deimos to Clarissa. Maya trusted her, so I trust her. My mate’s instincts are always spot on and have never led us astray. “Where are you going?” she asks, cradling the sleepy pup to her breasts. She knows. We started rehearsing this little deception after Millicent showed up here to tell us the truth. Always during the day when we knew that Gabriel wouldn’t overhear us. Clarissa’s pregnancy is nearing the end, and I know she’s tired, but I don’t trust anyone else to take care of my son. “Maya needs me. She’s in danger.” “You’re sure?” Darius asks. “Yes. I can feel it.” “You can feel your mate’s emotions?” Clarissa asks. “That must be…bothersome.” I shake my head. “Not always. The last time I felt it, Millicent had trapped her consciousness in the underworld. I think Maya…makes me feel her fear when she’s in mortal peril or something. I do

Abbadon's POV: I wake up with a pounding headache and a raging thirst, a sure sign that I gave in to the bloodlust last night. Nothing will help for this hangover, not even blood. I’ll just have to tough it out. For some reason Maya is sleeping next to me, her left foot dangling off the bed. What bothers me more than anything is the pile of chains on the floor. I look up at the ceiling. The remnants of a chain still hang from the hook. Shit. Fuck. What did I do? I lean over Maya and look over the edge of the bed at her foot. Dammit. At least I had the foresight to put a barrier between her and the metal, but I tied it way too tight and the chain is eating into her skin. How the hell can she even be asleep right now? That must hurt like hell. I kneel next to her, breaking the chain off her ankle. What in the name of all that’s unholy did I do last night? “Maya?” I gently shake her awake. Her grey eyes fly open and I can see the fear sw

Edric slips from the room. I’m hyper-aware of the pain I’m causing him, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to hurt him, but I’m torn in two here, and I want to save them both, even though I know it’s impossible. And despite all the hurt and his desires to have me by his side, Edric’s still the better man, because he doesn’t want Abbadon to suffer needlessly, despite everything he’d done.  Abbadon takes my hands in his, sending those beautiful mate sparks careening through me. It’s upsetting to see him cry – this powerful, nearly immortal, godlike creature. “I should never have done this to you.” I shift around uncomfortably. Remorse doesn’t sound right coming from him. “He’s a good man. A good wolf. He doesn’t deserve to die, even though I really, really want to kill him. If it can’t be me, I’m glad it’s him.” “He is a good man,” I agree. “But you are not awful. You are just--” “You saw what I did, Maya. You are making excuses for me. I am