All Chapters of Warrior's human mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JamesHer heart was pounding again. I could smell the spike of fear even as her eyes clung to my body with unmistakable lust. Goddess, it was the sweetest kind of torture. After weeks of rejection, this kind of reaction from her made me feel like a fu.cking king.I looked at the water and smirked. Should I tempt her into joining me? Maybe she’d swim in her underwear. Just thinking about it made my di.ck twitch. Not now. Not in just boxers. Control yourself, id.iot.“Well, if I do... would you join me?” I asked with a cheeky grin.“But it’s probably freakishly cold! Are you one of those ‘seal people’?” she said, frowning deeply.“A what?” I blinked. What was she even talking about?I had decided that today was the day I’d show her the truth—that I was a werewolf. I was trembling on the inside, but not from the cold. The weight of it all pressed down on me. I had no idea how she’d take it, how she’d react to seeing who I truly was. Was this anxiety just my panicking mind, or was my intui

JamesMy mind was clouded with lust. Everything was foggy. I could barely think straight, barely form the questions I needed to ask to know if Laila was really giving me consent. My self-control was hanging by a thread. After all these long, torturous weeks, she was finally in my arms—pressed against me, flushed with pleasure, shivering in anticipation. Moaning. Those sweet sounds already played on repeat in my head. I loved them. I could smell her arousal—it drove me and my wolf insane. Her scent, her sounds, her heat... it was all like a drug, scrambling my self-restraint.I'd wanted her badly since day one, and now I just couldn’t hold back anymore. But was this really the right moment? Shouldn’t our first time be in a bed, not in the middle of a wild forest? Something romantic—candles, rose petals? But did she even like that kind of stuff? Fu.ck. I didn’t know. I hadn’t taken the time to learn those little things about her. Idi.ot.She wasn’t a werewolf, but she also wasn’t like th

James"Sorry I pushed you away. You said… you said not to come inside you. That was the first idea that came to mind."I apologized."It's okay," she shrugged."Come here," I said, waving her over with my right hand while stepping toward her myself. "I wanna hug you. And kiss you."She came silently."Look who’s a cuddle-wuddle teddy bear now," she teased.I pulled her into my arms, wrapping them around her shoulders since I was taller."Yes," I said with a quiet firmness.She slipped her arms around my waist. I pressed a kiss to her wet hair."I love having you in my arms. I’ve been longing for this since I first laid eyes on you."I nudged her back just enough to meet her gaze. A flicker of surprise crossed her face before the mischief returned."You’ve been longing for the s.ex or the hug?" she asked, one brow raised."Definitely the hugging part," I replied, even though I probably should’ve added the s.ex part too—for honesty’s sake—but I left it out."That’s too cheesy, don’t you

JamesMy wolf whimpered inside. Had I truly messed everything up? Didn’t we make amazing progress? We even mated! Was this a mistake? Should I have shown her my wolf later? But she had to know because with my wolf there came so many other things. I still had to explain a mate bond, packs, Alphas, Betas, Moon Goddess, etc.Then suddenly, she gasped."Wait… your mom and dad… and sisters?! Are they werewolves too?!""Yes, they are," I said with a nod. An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I thought sarcastically. I guess it was some kind of self-defense sh.it."Oh my God!" she gasped again."No. No. I still have to work for your mom! And for you!"She jabbed her finger at me, horrified."How am I supposed to go back to your house now?"She buried her head in her hands. Then slid them off slowly, her gaze blank and far away."Ahh!"She gasped again."That… The charity event! Were there other werewolves?!"I hesitated but nodded."Yes," I admitted truthfully, as I just couldn't lie to he

Laila "Good morning! How are you, Clair?" I greeted her the moment she came into sight. My voice sounded slightly breathless, but I hoped she wouldn’t notice—or at least wouldn’t comment."I'm good, thank you. How are you, my dear Laila?" She stood up from the sofa, beaming."Fine. I’m... fine." I exhaled deeply, planting myself in front of her. I wasn’t here to talk about myself. I was a mess, barely holding it together. She looked into my eyes for a long moment, as though trying to read straight into my soul. It made me squirm inside.Then she surprised me by pulling me into a warm hug. Reflexively, I placed my hands on her to steady myself. She drew back, resting her hands lightly on my shoulders."It’s really good to see you, Laila." Her voice was soft, but there was a depth behind it—as if the words she really wanted to say were tucked just out of reach."Come, sit, dear!" She gestured to the spot beside her, and I sat without resistance."Would you like some tea or snacks?"