All Chapters of Mates: Regrets and Redemption: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*CURTIS POV* Floating around a dark space for months had my mind frazzled. I awaken in an unknown setting, staring at the perforated metal ceiling tiles of white-painted galvanized steel. The same ones that met my vision each time I regained consciousness. I surveyed my room and slipped right back into the darkness. My body was not able to maintain being awake for an extended period. My healing progress has been extremely slow. I am quite sure that days have passed, maybe weeks. Time was something that I could not keep up with. Not until I was fully recovered to maintain my consciousness and get out of this bed. I prayed that today was that day. The beeping of the monitor and the equipment in the modular ward indicated that I was in a hospital. I swore that I had died and gone to werewolf heaven as the fuzzy recollections began to come together in my head. Gradually, I try to comprehend, but it will take time. My name is Curtis Black, so at least I know who I am. I think about my p

*VANCE’S POV* This was just fucking ridiculous! It’s been three months and I can’t go home yet. Sianna is being hard-headed and point-blank unreasonable. I did not have sex with anyone. I have been faithful to her since I found her to be my fated one. I drove my fist through the television screen and kicked the half-broken couch through the window, breaking the glass panes. This was the last thing in my room at the pack house that was not damaged. Winter had come and gone. Even so, my fill was unsatisfied. At this rate, I was certain to completely wreck the entire pack house. Searching in the room for something else to smash, but everything was already demolished. Can I blow up something? Or can I simply end this damnable world? My rage will not subdue and it was rotating within me to develop into a full-fledged tropical cyclone. I was overworked and drinking like a damn alcoholic. This was bringing me to a breaking point where I just want to storm over there, tie her to the bedpos

*VANCE’S POV* Looking at me through her lashes, she released her mouth but instantly grabs my cock with a firm hand. Blood trickles down, my dick goes flaccid from the pain. This vicious woman! Blinking away the tears, my eyes flutter while glaring at her. “Why?” I mouthed, but no sound followed. “You think that you could just run off to fuck another woman and then come back waltzing in like you don’t have the sin to pay for?” She spat out, venting her built-up rage. Tonight I faced my biggest persecutor. Unable to retaliate for fear of hurting her, and damaging the chance to reconcile our relationship. It's valid that she felt this way, but surely I deserved a lesser judgment. My wolf and I felt ganged up. “What are you talking about?” Incoherent thoughts forced me to blank my mind as I was clueless about her allegations. Claws extended from the hand that was squeezing the life out of my cock. She slightly coils her claws so that her nail scrapes on my shaft. I clenched my teet

*CURTIS POV* “We all know of your mate’s crime.” Devyn would not shut up and kept running her mouth, “She is dead now.” She emptied the contents of her pouch, “Also the witch, Zelda.” My wolf was lamenting Jazmine's death. He's upset with me, and that's an understatement. To stop him from seeking retribution at the hands of Dark Wolverson, I spent the majority of the time fighting him off. I knew better than to charge into their territory and try to get that. Without effective plans in place, revenge was a sheer failure. And only one's cleverness can defeat an adversary who is more powerful and agile. I'm compared to the mouse going up against a dragon. If the dragon is intelligent, then the mouse will have to outwit him through the cracks and holes, but where the dragon was foolish, a coy mouse can easily maneuver and outsmart him. Vance was a smart, powerful, and ruthless dragon. ‘Kill them all,’ My wolf snarls around the clock. I ignore the feral wolf as I’m sitting deep in th

*CURTIS POV* The bleak truth was revealed by her words. Because I did not need another blasted mate, I pushed my damn wolf back when I felt him speaking with me. Needless to say, one that was human and exiled from the werewolf kingdom. Resisting the sparks and the tug of the mate bond, I pushed her off gently. Taking the hint, she stepped back with scrutiny. “We are nothing,” I spat out, thinking that she was nothing special. “Do not expect anything of me.” Damn if I was going to let this feline divert me from my already-planned actions or hinder me from carrying them out. She scoffed with a godawful chuckle, “It’s not like I expected a mate either, but here……we…….are.” The emphasis on her words could not hide the contempt. The brunette returned with a bagged order and handed it to Gail, “Thanks, Gloria.” She hands over the money and pays for the meal. As I finished my meal, Gloria cleared my soiled plate and winked at me. She puts the dish into the sink behind her and wipes her