All Chapters of Alpha's sinful mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Do you have a shopping list? Is there anything I can help you with besides walking around and being your guard dog?” Something in Dementri seemed to have gotten triggered by the way I spoke about Killian earlier, and I am almost curious why. Why did the backstabber care for my opinion?“You know what?” I huff and stop as we exit the medical unit. “I am done with you for the day. Go be a bitch somewhere else!” I demand as I start stomping off in the opposite direction of the parking lot, towards the bus station nearby.The man hesitates to follow, but he eventually does, catching up with me as I make it in the bus station.“Madelaine-“ he growls and I roll my eyes. “- please, let’s not separate.” He pleads, his voice low, more of a warning than a plea really.“Piss off, you twat!” I hiss and the middle aged guy that seemed to not be listening, slowly gets up from his seat and walks towards us.“Is this punk bothering you, miss?” He asks, his voice low, as he removes his headphones.D

When she walks away, I'm not entirely sure she believe me or not. It almost seems as if I got out of it too easy... Too soon.I watch her put distance between us and start nibbling on her pretzels. The fact that she is alone and Demetri was nowhere in sight makes even more uneasy. At this point, I was nothing but a ball of anxiety and nerves and I really looked forward for this day to come to an end faster.I return to the coffee shop, where the retail agent patiently waited for me to go through my last options once more. My mate was growing heavier with each day and I could not help but feel guilty about it. She had to walk stairs up and down, nothing was very pregnancy friendly and at this point I was certain that the apartment was not big enough for our family.She wanted to have a nursery, she wanted a safe space for the child. More or less like a little nest where she could feel at peace with her baby. I had to provide that for her. And the apartment in the heart of the city was

With hurried strides, he makes it down the stairs and I walk to greet him at the bottom of them, reaching out for my phone. He hesitates to hand it over and it’s clear he is uncomfortable to even say something about it.Instead, he reaches a hand to my cheek and brushes his fingers over it slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.“You know, doing this to a pregnant woman is the worst thing you can do!” I hiss between my gritted teeth, eyeing him with a defying look on my face. “Give me my phone or spill the damn beans already!” I am ready to throw hands because of this right now.Killian’s lips pressed together in a thin line and he scans my face for a brief moment, before handing me my phone.“Your mother called -“ he starts speaking with a certain hesitation. “Ugh!” I groan and roll my eyes, as I start walking away and set the phone away, before heading back for the kitchen. “She can call all she wants!” I huff.“My love…” Killian lets out a soft sigh before he walks towards

We both melt into the kiss as if we haven’t kissed each other in forever. Blame the hormones, but I haven’t felt so touch starved in a very long time. Maybe because even if we spend a lot of time together, the pregnancy was quite a bitch. Morning sickness, afternoon sickness, late night sickness… there was no time or mood to actually get close to each other, and even if visibly uncomfortable about it, Killian was quite supportive and fast to understand.Nonetheless, I have grown to have enough of this. I wanted more of him. More of what we used to share and have… I missed my unhinged mate, the one who was so eager to take and to give.The kiss breaks slowly and I gasp for air. I now realize Killian pressed me against the dinner table, and he was carefully considering if and how he could touch me. I can sense a little frustration as his hand moves to my lower back and he resists the urge to press me harshly against him. A low growl reverberates in his chest and my skin prickles with

I have never seen my husband like this. I have never seen him so broken. He has never allowed me to see him like that before, and I guess I could understand why. There was no need to hide behind a finger and say I was happy to see this side of him. No, this side of him was completely broken and still suffering, and I did not have what it takes to take it all away right now. I knew it. I think we both knew it. Maybe this was why he refused to show it to me for so long. I’m not sure where from, but it might be the maternal instincts that urge me to lean closer and kiss his forehead, cup his face and wipe away his hot tears. Tears continue to stream soundlessly as he stares up at me with round eyes, his face grimaced in a pained expression. “I am nothing but a weak man.” He whispers, his voice choked by his own emotions. “I am not fit to care for you or our -“ I immediately cover his lips with mine, stopping him from speaking any more nonsense. My hair falls like a curtain over his f