All Chapters of Warrior's human mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JamesI sat on her sofa, absently scrolling through my phone, but all my senses were locked on Laila.I could hear her moving, breathing, the subtle shift in her heart rate. Hell, I could even differentiate whether she was taking clothes off or putting them on. It was as if every fiber of my being wasn’t just drawn to her—but tethered to her.The moment I stepped into her apartment, my world narrowed to only her.This was insane. An obsession. I needed to cool down before my thoughts spiraled and I did something stupid.Of course, I was ho.rny as fu.ck, and being surrounded by her scent, her presence, her voice—it was like a bulldozer plowing through my self-control. I had to shift my focus. But to what? Even my phone wasn’t helping.I cracked my neck on both sides, exhaling sharply. Stay cool.She already suspected I was here just to get into her panties—I needed to prove her wrong. I need to prove her wrong about me, I chanted in my head.But how could I, when she was right? Because

JamesI didn’t understand a single word she said while speaking in her mother tongue. It was frustrating. There was a certain restlessness inside me, and all I wanted was her attention. So, I started to whistle softly and move my butt in rhythm, hoping something would catch her eye.I quickly finished washing the dishes, hoping to get the chance to talk to her sister. Maybe getting closer to her family and friends would help me build a connection with Laila. It was a long shot, but worth a try.When that didn’t work, and her sister quickly brushed me off with a couple of sentences, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. But on the other hand, being so close to Laila, feeling her presence next to me, made me want to be even closer. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, to have a connection, even if it was just physical closeness. So, instead of leaning in, I gently rubbed my cheek against hers, hoping to feel that spark of connection.She looked at me, clearly a little annoyed, bu

LailaThe last thing I needed right now was a reckless, impulsive, emotional decision. Yet my thoughts refused to listen. They spun back to him, circling around what I wanted, what I ached for. I turned onto my side. Checked the clock. An hour. I’d been tossing and turning for an hour, sleep nowhere in sight.With a sigh, I flopped onto my back, realizing that my thoughts weren’t stopping anytime soon. Then, I noticed it—I felt thirsty. Maybe a glass of water would help. That meant sneaking past him. I hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. I never wore pajamas. They always felt restrictive. Usually, my “pajamas” consisted of an oversized T-shirt that barely covered my bum.Would the floor creak as I passed him? Would he wake up? And if he did, what would he do? Would his deep, sleepy voice rasp out, "What are you doing?" I’d freeze, then squeak, "Sorry, I felt thirsty. Just getting some water." I’d rush toward the kitchen, but he’d kick off his blanket and rise from the couch, following

LailaMy stomach did a full somersault the moment James waltzed into the bar, flashing that devastatingly perfect smile.A whirlwind of emotions hit me all at once—shock, happiness, longing, as if I missed him, excitement… disappointment, regret. So many feelings tangled together, making me nauseous. I barely had time to unravel them before he lifted his head and glanced around.Something shifted in his posture.I cocked my head. Was that… discomfort? Then I noticed it—the way almost every woman in the room had their eyes locked onto him. Given that he was one of the only men here—and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine—he was practically radiating irresistible energy. And the ladies were eating it up.A smirk curled on my lips. Well, James, since you decided to show up uninvited, you deserve a little payback.“Ladies!” I called out, my voice carrying over the chatter.James’ gaze snapped to me, his expression wary.“Haaave you met James?” I asked sweetl

LailaSmall tree branches crack under my boots as I step across the forest floor. The brisk air bites at my cheeks and throat as I breathe through my mouth. We've been walking uphill through the woods for over an hour. The incline is steep, and I'm starting to breathe heavily. I'm totally out of shape—I haven’t done a proper hike in at least five years.The cold weather, combined with the dampness of the forest, seeps through my clothes and straight into my bones. James, on the other hand, is walking in just a light hoodie. I’m in a waterproof skiing jacket, but honestly, the only thing keeping me warm is the fast pace I'm maintaining to keep up with his long strides.We’ve gone deep into the woods now. The canopy above has thickened, dimming the light and casting the forest in a shadowy calm. I glance around, soaking in the beauty. I love being in nature—in forests especially. That’s what my sister and I used to do as kids, growing up in a house nestled in the middle of a forest. Tech