All Chapters of Alpha's Enchantress Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ARTHUR & MILA “You make everything sound so simple,” Arthur laughed. “It is simple, my love,” Mila shrugged. “It is all about trust.” Arthur nodded. “Would you be too offended if I said I want to go and talk to Rah?” Arthur requested. “I would not be offended,” Mila nodded. “But I doubt Rah would be available to talk just yet.” “What do you mean? Where is he?” Arthur asked. “Osho wanted to meet him, remember? I think when Osho wants to meet someone, it takes time,” Mila smiled. “Alright,” and Arthur slumped in a chair and closed his eyes. Seeing his exhaustion, Mila led Arthur to the sleeping chambers and forced him in bed. “You should sleep for a while,” Mila insisted. “But I cannot sleep, my mind is racing with infinite thoughts,” Arthur complained. “I can make you sleep, if you like,” Mila suggested. Arthur who was now lying in the bed, with Mila hovering over him, looked into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that made him forget everything else. He pulled her close and kissed

ARTHUR & MILA “I am ready,” Mila whispered on Arthur’s lips. “I am ready…” she repeated hoarsely. Arthur pulled back and looked at her face, her beautifully shining face. There was a raw look there, a brazen look that said more than her words. Her blue eyes were filled with desire and he could see the hunger in it. Arthur swallowed as the forthcoming moments sent shivers down his spine. “What’s wrong?” Mila asked, a bit amused by his expressions and a bit confused. “I love you…” he whispered hoarsely as he continued to stare at her face. “Then show me with your body too,” and in one swift motion, she took off the dress she was wearing and now stood in her bra and her pants. Arthur’s eyes flickered down her milky white skin and back to her face. “You are absolutely divine,” Arthur started again, but Mila placed her hand on his lips. “Enough talks, Arthur Collins,” Mila spoke in a sensual tone, “now, it is time to put your body in motion,” and removing her hand from his mouth,

ARTHUR & MILA“I don’t want to go back alone,” Arthur spoke in the evening when they found in themselves to speak.The beauty of true and new love was the passion and desire for one another. Every moment, every ounce of strength that Arthur and Mila had, they spent wrapped around each other. And when they slept, well, Grace and Bash indulged in carnal pleasures.Their bond was now very strong, stronger than they had anticipated. They were not just listening to each other’s thoughts all the time, they were also sensing their moods. The intention also was coming through to them without any effort.“Why would you go alone?” Mila asked seriously.“Would you come with me?” Arthur asked excitedly. “I think I need to introduce you to father now. He needs to meet my mate and sever ties with Chloe.”“Okay,” Mila nodded.But as Arthur’s thoughts moved to the issues Chloe’s family would raise and the potential of war, Mila placed her head on his shoulder.“You don’t need to fear war, Arthur,” Mi

  ARTHUR & MILA   “Father!” Arthur exclaimed, feeling appalled. “When you are of my age, you will understand. This filth,” he spat at the floor, “woman nothing more than a beggar, can never be your queen!” It was perhaps the repetition of the words ‘filth’ and ‘beggar’ that triggered Arthur, as he said, “Mila is a werewolf, father, like us. She is an alpha already. She is ruling the former Keats kingdom, and very successfully. She is,” he inhaled heavily, “of a pure bloodline. Of a powerful ancestry, and is a true alpha!” His father took a step back at these words. “True alpha?” his father whispered in shock. “Which clan does she belong to? And if she is a wolf, an alpha already, why was she living in that filthy hut?” his father demanded. “Mila show him,” Arthur ordered and Mila understood what he was asking. She hid her hand behind her back, took off gloves from one hand

ARTHUR & MILA As Arthur made Mila climb into her bed, the impact of his own father’s betrayal hit him with full force. Away from his father’s broken form, away from seeing his father getting beaten up, he realized the depth of his father’s actions. Arthur had never felt such pain in his life. The moment when the wolfsbane has taken effect in Mila’s body, it was as if a boulder had hit Arthur. Not just Mila, but Arthur too had passed out, a few seconds after Mila, yes, but he had. The pain was unbearable. But how could he do it? His own father poisoned his mate. If his own father would do things like this, what would the world do? Was Osho indeed right? Was her Sharpe blood deadlier than he had anticipated? Would everyone target her? Arthur sat beside her and looked at her pained expressions. He knew she was not hurting physically, the magical flower would have ensured that her every ailment was taken care of. Her situation was more emotional and psychological. Arthur could not even