All Chapters of My UNFATED Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

My hands start shaking but before I can spend the rest of the day obsessing over this confusing conversation I just had with him, I walk to the living room where my parents still are."I did some thinking and I guess having a little sibling won't be so bad after all and I was wrong to react that way because I'm a grown woman," I announce, standing completely firm in front of them to look more put together. My parents stare at me open-mouthed, as if they don't believe this is happening. I guess it's not very me to face the problem, “If you can promise you won't stop loving me or push me aside or cut my inheritance in half, then I'll even say 'congratulations' followed by a hug."My mother gets up to hug me, assuring me that I'm always going to be the favorite. Just what I wanted to hear. I smile, feeling even better when my dad joins in the hug, telling me the same things."Congratulations," I tell them and then all is well. Who knew apologizing and acting mature could be so easy?My

{ Angelique }I take two pills and almost a gallon of water the moment I wake up. My mouth is dry and foul, my guesses are that I threw up sometime during the night. My head hurts. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get drunk very often. I always drink in moderation because I know I'm a crier and can't stand any pain.I rip off my dress, unintentionally tearing the zipper. I groan and set it aside by my sewing machine, even though I should take it to the dry cleaners first. I walk in my underwear to my bathroom, hoping Thamara has hired the cleaning company and they are already fixing up my house. I decide not to worry because, knowing her, they probably arrived to clean at 6am. Thamara is the most efficient person I know and I'm grateful for the moment she came into my life because without her I wouldn't get anything done.I turn on the faucet to my bathtub and then open a bottle of bubbles, almost pouring the entire contents in there. After a month in the filthy, musty, open-to-p

{ Elliot }I hate my life.I realize this when I walk into my room, ready to play for a while, take a shower and lay down in silence. But instead, I find Xavier on Luc's bed. He’s face down ass up while Luc (completely naked) is fingering his ass."Elliot!" Luc roars in complete anger as soon as he notices me. Xavier squeals like a girl. I'm just petrified in the doorway, shutting my eyes tight so I never have to see anything like that again, "What the fuck, dude?! GET OUT!”"Sorry, I didn’t know you guys where in here. I'll go kill myself now,” I spit before I leave the room without looking at them again. I walk to the cafeteria’s kitchen so I can drown my sorrows in food.Every few seconds I shake with disgust.Everything is going wrong in my life right now.I consider calling Angelique again to complain about it, but I stop myself. I know she won't answer, it's obvious she's had enough of me. Even I am sick of myself and this damn situation.Over these past days I’ve realized that

"Stop!" Angelique shouts, pulling on my arm and suddenly bringing me back into my own mind, “Alpha, stop this. Please.”I blink and only then do I realize I have Dario's delicate neck in my hands and I'm holding him against a wall as he tries to say something in a panic. There’s a crowd around us but no one is doing anything to get involved and help this guy. They know better than to try to stop a soldier. "Let go of him, please!” Angelique insists, Dario’s face is turning purple."Okay, Alpha. You did your thing. That’s enough," my father says and his alpha influence over me helps me push my wolf away completely. I take a deep breath and I let go of the boy. He drops to the ground like dead weight, clenching his neck. Angelique punches my arm before bending down to check on him."If you don’t get the fuck away from him you will regret it,” I growl, my voice so deep Angelique has no option but to stop and get back up. "Fine,” she grumbles, "I’m sorry he chocked you, Dario. I'll se

I sit at the kitchen bar as I watch Elliot pull things out to prepare food like the last time we were here. It's inexplicably sexy to watch him cooking in his uniform."You really like to cook, right? And you're good at it," I murmur, after a while of silence where I was just watching him do things I've never done in my life. The only thing I make is cereal when I'm starving and there's no one to make me anything. Elliot shrugs and moves the fettuccini he's making me because he knows it's my favorite. My guts roar again, even though I just ate that yesterday, at Dario's apartment."Yeah, I like it. My mom is obsessed with cooking shows, so when I get to spend time with her all we do is cook and eat.""Oh... have you ever thought about, I don't know, studying to be a chef or something? I think you have talent. I've never seen anybody move a pan like that, it's wonderful. You have a gift.""No," he replies, laughing, "It would be fun, but no.""Why not?""Because I already have a plan