All Chapters of Chase Me: The Alpha King's Rogue Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Shea's POV I ran quickly to the stream, feeling my heart beating fast and hard. Tears were flowing down my face, making everything blurry as I tried to understand what had just happened. Hektor, the man I loved, had hurt me once again, causing me deep pain and breaking the trust I had worked so hard to build. Deep within my thoughts, my faithful spirit wolf, Evergreen, emerged with sadness evident in her eyes. She softly spoke to me amidst the turmoil within my mind, saying, "I'm sorry, Shea," she said, her words tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have given you false hope, believing that Hektor felt the same way about us. If I had known, even if he was our destined mate, I would never have allowed him to hurt you like this, to kiss another woman right before us to inflict pain intentionally." I raised my hand, signaling for her to stop. Deep down, I knew that her intentions had been pure, that she had only sought to protect and comfort me. "It's not your fault, Evergreen," I reassur

Hektor’s POVI gazed upon Shea as she peacefully slumbered on my bed. I had carried her here after she passed out earlier. Her face bore the weight of her burdens, and my heart ached for her. It was crystal clear to me now that she was innocent in all of this.At that moment, I reached out to Crimson, my spirit wolf, residing within my mind. Crimson, my faithful companion, had always been there to guide me. And now, I had to admit that he was right. I had been wrong to castigate Shea for the sins of her mother, Elora.The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't escape the remorse that flooded my being. I was a fool to have deliberately hurt her, knowing that she held no blame. Elora, not Shea, was the true culprit. It pained me deeply to witness the undeserved misery that had befallen Shea instead of Elora facing the consequences of her actions.Engulfed in regret, I whispered to Crimson, my voice laced with genuine remorse, "You were right. I should have listened to you.

Hektor’s POVI never left Shea's side, my heart overflowing with love for her. As she peacefully slept, I watched over her, feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. Her delicate hand rested in mine, and I held it gently, feeling the warmth of her touch. With each kiss I planted on her hand, I wanted to convey the depth of my love for her, to assure her that she was safe and cherished.The soft sound of Shea's awakening reached my ears, and I turned my gaze to her face, my eyes filled with adoration. Her beautiful eyes met mine, and a flicker of joy sparked within her, quickly overshadowed by a cloud of sadness. I could sense her happiness fading, replaced by the weight of the words I had uttered earlier, words that now lingered between us."Shea," I whispered, my voice tender and laced with remorse, "I'm here, my love. Please know that I never meant to hurt you."Shea's lips curved into a bittersweet smile, her voice wavering with emotions. "Hektor, it's just... It's hard to f

Shea's POVThe room pulsed with anticipation, heavy with the scent of desire. Our eyes locked, and without a word, we embarked on a journey of pleasure, our bodies synced to the unspoken language of passion.Hektor’s voice, a mere whisper, caressed my ears, igniting a flame within. 'You are my everything,' he breathed, his words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken promises. My heart swelled.My breath hitched as his lips met mine, a surge of desire pulsating through every touch. His kiss was so intense that he nibbled on my swollen lower lip, sending shivers down my spine. When he finally released me, I struggled to catch my breath.He stood up, his presence commanding, and extended his hand, a silent invitation that sealed our fate. My heart raced as I reached out and took his hand, knowing there was no turning back.Our eyes locked, speaking a language all their own. His touch rested on my back, deftly unzipping the delicate fabric of my dress. Clothes fell to the floor, leav

Elora’s POV“No, no, no!”Frustration boiled within me, causing me to fling the papers scattered on my desk. They were gathered reports, documenting our tireless efforts to uncover any lead that could bring us to Yamir's hiding place and reunite us with Shea. But all of them are found useless.It had been months, but still no word about my daughter Shea. We searched everywhere and investigated everything, but we couldn't find her. I felt very guilty and regretful. I should have listened to Hunter's warnings about the healers from Midnight Woods, about them being cunning and deceitful. But I chose to disregard his warning. Maybe our first child would still be safe with us if only I listened. Yeah, if only I listened. Amidst all these emotions, I felt torn. I was sad and angry yet felt a bit of gratitude. Yamir's magic saved Dominic's wolf, allowing us to have more time with him. But these conflicting feelings confused me and made me feel frustrated with myself. I couldn't regret le