All Chapters of Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Deidre The next few hours passed in uncomfortable–and dizzying–silence. Sirius and Mistra stayed to themselves, harmlessly reading the same book, side by side, and comparing notes. I tried not to notice how close together they sat on the couch. I guess it was his lack of human contact, but… he was over twenty years her junior. At nearly five in the morning, Sirius excused himself through a door I hadn’t noticed earlier for a round of exercise. Apparently this replica had a few modifications, a gym included. Mistra and I were left alone. “So, what do you think?” It was the first time Mistra had addressed me since Sirius had made his appearance in human form. “You know exactly what I think,” I seethed, finally feeling like I was able to draw breath. “You let me walk into this blind!” “Blind?” She laughed, sweeping her dark hair over one shoulder and standing, making her way over to the fridge and pulling cheese and fruits out of it. “What could I have said that you didn’t already e

KiraThe Alpha’s office felt small. Too small. Suffocatingly small.“And what,” Alpha Jason was saying carefully, his jaw clenched, “in this Goddess’ world made you think that was a good idea?”To Perrin’s credit, he wasn’t shying away. He stood firm, tall and erect in the middle of his father’s office, unashamed and unabashed.“I’m in agreement with Jesamine on this,” Perrin said again, arms folded. The tension was so palpable that I swallowed audibly. Fortunately it covered the sound of my growling stomach. Perrin had decided that we were coming straight here and could have lunch afterward. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure that we were walking out of this office alive.“Do you have any idea how much we need that information?” Mark seethed through gritted teeth, arms folded. From what I could tell, he was inches from trying to interrogate Perrin in the way he preferred to interrogate, Alpha Select status be damned.“There’s preparation that needs to be done, Perrin,” Alpha Jason

Deidre “Who was that?” “Kira,” Benjamin replied, rifling his hand through his hair for what must have been the twentieth time. He had descended the stairs behind me a moment later, lost in thought. I wasn’t sure if it was Marge coming back for something and didn’t want to be spotted, so I had hid upstairs behind one of the first rows of stacks as he answered the door. I couldn’t see who it was, and the whole thing had felt rather foolish, but I was exhausted and didn’t care. These days weren’t going to get any easier and if I didn’t start being more careful, it wouldn’t end well. “What did she want?” I asked. “Oh, nothing,” he said dismissively, taking his seat once more. I noted that he looked slightly agitated, as though something had gone wrong between them. But he hadn’t raised his voice, nor had I heard hers raised. I accepted that he wanted to drop the subject and moved on. “Well, I thank you again for your discretion.” “No need, Luna.” He had agreed to close the archives

Kira He didn’t try to pick me up the next morning. Which was good, because I certainly wouldn’t have let him drive us to the meeting. He could let little miss mystery tits straddle his hips and press her probably huge boobs against his chiseled, muscular back for all I care. Fuck her. Fuck him. Whatever. But given that I had half expected him to show up trying to give me a ride when all I had planned to do was give him a piece of my mind and drive myself, staying behind meant that I was running late myself. So I took off, speeding like I normally did. I nearly anticipated his criticism of my erratic driving, having no doubt seen it as the asshole nearly always saw everything stupid I ever did. But he wasn’t at the meeting. For the entire time I had known him, he had never missed a meeting. And here he was, the stupid hypocrite. Missing a meeting when he chided me even for being late. And there he was, probably, still stuck in the archives tangled up with some hussy and shucking

Deidre “I was hoping you could tell me,” he said quietly, the unspoken threat and question coming out in a low, soft cadence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said too quickly. He let out an alarming chuckle, so fake that my body stilled again, alert and waiting. I had no reason to think I was in any danger. This was my step-son for Goddess’ sake. But the looming golden eyes that he fixed on me had me unsteady, despite being seated. His next words were slow and careful as he watched me react. “Mistra may be at a loss as to why I came out this way, but I can assure you she has told me enough about her own son to know that whatever happened to him also happened to me.” My body shivered, my flesh crawling with every word of his unwelcome suggestion, willing my body not to give away anything. “I also know Mistra well enough to know she really has no idea what happened to me,” Sirius went on smoothly, admiring his nails as if he just had them polished, breaking his stare as