Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mate Agreement: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Bingo!The lights go out.I kick out my legs, jamming my foot into Lucien’s knee. He goes down with a grunt. The gun skitters out of his hand and I lunge for it, the darkness ebbing at my vision.I hear the ring of a thin blade drawn as fast as lightning, the sound of bodies dropping, and then the lights come back on, flooding the room.I gasp.Mom.Still in the hospital gown, mom is standing with a drawn katana that drips blood on the floor. The rest of Lucien’s men are bleeding out on the floor. Her braids have come undone, sweat making her short brown hair stick to her forehead. She grins at me, panting. “Surprise.”I’m too stunned to even speak.Exhilaration and relief and shock floods my system all at once, and I can only stare at her in disbelief, my mouth agape. I’d seen and felt Wilma’s presence creeping towards the light switches, but I thought she turned off the lights to give me the advantage.But no. She’d turned them off for mom.Mom, who’s awake, standing before me with

I slowly open my eyes, the room coming into focus around me. It's as if I'm emerging from a deep, heavy fog. The world seems still, peaceful. I blink a few times, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. I realize I'm lying in my bed, the somewhat familiar surroundings a comfort to my weary body. My head throbs gently, a dull reminder of the exhaustion that had finally taken its toll. And of last night. Memories rush back to me in unpleasant waves. All that blood, all that violence, that had happened just last night feels like a nightmare, like a recollection of events that have happened ages ago. But with it comes relief. A soft groan escapes my lips as I attempt to sit up, my head throbbing slightly as I move. Movement to my side catches my attention, and I turn my head to see Mila and... wait, my eyes widen in disbelief, is that really Bibah? My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight of her, in the flesh, sitting on the edge of the bed with a wide sm

After spending one more night in the Ravenstone estate, Bibah leaves for Sohdan the following morning, after extracting a promise out of me that I will visit her as soon as I can.As I watch the limousine arranged by Mila to take her to the airport pull out of the double gates of the pack estate, my mind returns to William, and a gnawing worry settles within me.The doctors have been placing him on heavy sedatives and monitoring his brain activity, all in preparation for the surgery. Since the last time he’d told me about his decision to go through with it, I haven’t had much chance to be by his side.At least not when he’s awake.I sigh and pull the cardigan around me tighter against the slightly chilly morning air. Although all the renovations are done, I don’t exactly feel like going back to my room, so I take a path through the gardens, checking my phone to take note of the time when Mom and Wilma will be leaving for our pack house in Deveras. Without me.More than anything, I wan

He doesn’t remember.He can’t remember.The world continues to spin for me as I try to come to terms with the possibility of the situation. Each passing second that William continues to stare at me like I am a stranger feels like my heart is being dashed against a rock.It’s been three minutes since the doctor came in, and I stand anxiously by the bedside, fidgeting with the ring William gave me. The ring he doesn’t remember giving me.In my head, I am pacing, but my body physically stays rigid, unable to move an inch, listening only to the hammering of my heart and the mechanical humming of the machines.I take in a shaky breath as the doctor straightens from flashing a light in William’s eye. He’d asked him a series of questions to understand the extent of his memory loss. "Ms. Caillou," he begins with a sigh, his tone gentle, "I understand that this is an incredibly difficult time for you. William’s surgery was complex, and the brain is a delicate organ. Memory loss can sometimes o

I sigh as I shut the doors behind me.With a lingering sense of the charged moment upstairs, I manage to steady my breath and emotions before venturing downstairs. The warm aroma of dinner wafts through the air, mingling with the faint light of the sunset filtering through the gleaming windows of the living room. The pack house feels familiar yet strangely distant, as if every corner holds fragments of a life that's both known and elusive.And I guess that pretty much sums up my whole experience here.As I reach the dining area, Mila is already there, sitting at the table with a thoughtful expression, tapping away on her phone. She glances up, her eyes meeting mine, and a small, knowing smile tugs at her lips. It's that kind of unspoken connection we've seemed to develop in such a short time, just before this chaotic storm of forgotten memories."You're awake," she says softly, pocketing back her phone, and I nod as I take a seat across from her.The table is adorned with a feast that