All Chapters of Alpha's sinful mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I scavenge the house for a working phone, but the storm has cut off all signal and there is nothing much that a phone can do right now. So, after my nausea settles down and I get to finish my weird sandwich, I settle down into one of the bean bags. They were comfortable. Immense in size and I could easily sleep and maybe even snuggle on one of these.As I curl up on one of them and my mind comes to a peaceful stop while the storm rages, I can finally feel like I am able to think straight and even breathe a little better. This whole place was amazing, but something felt off. There were little things around that made me think this was not just a simple resort. This was a little more than that, and Killian left this out when he told me where we were.There were plenty of clothes that belonged to him for all seasons. I found suits and ties, I found sandals and shoes fit for a wedding, I found trinkets one would keep only if this place belonged exclusively to themselves. I stopped searchin

I have no idea if this man is really the man I married as my husband or not. He is suddenly all gentle and caring, even if stern and still distant. His touch is steady but he does not manhandle me as he used to and I feel like someone has replaced him during the night. Even earlier, he seemed ready to snap and start another fight, but it all dimmed quite quickly. Was he truly worried or was he scheming something ? I’m not sure if it’s my intuition or my nausea, but I have a hard time trusting him. Nonetheless, I do agree to a quick checkup to the pack doctor, because I did not want to spend entire days feeling like this. I have already gotten too close with the toilet bowl and I wanted to break it here before it was too late.We walk together on the beach, and I almost forget that I’m upset, when his hand rests on my back and guides me around. We make it to the thick forest and it does not take longer than ten minutes to come to a lovely clearing in the exotic forest. Lovely houses a

Lips brush on top of mine and I suck in a sharp bretsh, trying my best not to give in to the temptation of kissing him. Of lunging forward and capturing his rough and bitten lips between mine. I wanted to taste his lips and tongue and I wanted to let him devour me as he knew to do best, but I had to control myself."Even if I understand, that doesn't mean I trust you, Killian." I answer and I can feel him smirk.His lips catch my bottom one and he tugs at it playfully before locking his mouth on top of mine and kissing me forcefully, ignoring my little pleas and struggles. The man took what he wanted, when he wanted and at some point I'd have to get used to it and make peace with myself. This man was a conqueror. He would not expect me to bend to his will without a fight, but he did not care much for my fight and struggle. He took what he thought belonged to him.Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side, his tongue invading my Mouth and waging war aga

It was odd to see that I was not given the opportunity to do the smallest of tasks. He didn't even allowed me to cook. Why? Because he was eager to prove himself? Was he eager to buy me? Did he truly think that a cooked meal would do this?I sit in silence as I watch him feel the potatoes and smash the garlic. He doesn't say much either. He's really focused on the food and he doesn't give me snarly comments either. I want to help. I truly do! But instead, I turn on my heels and walk back into our bedroom. I had to get used to the fact that this would be our home from now on. For how long though? Will we really live here from now on? My heart tightens as I look out the windows to the unending water and I feel, once more, small and lacking.This whole place was a piece of a castle. Even if it looked like nothing but a wooden cabin, the walls were thick and insulated, the furniture was still expensive as fuck. The woodframes, the wooden furniture was all hard wood stained in dark brown c

A few days pass and with each day, I think I can handle the nausea better. The supplements and medicines are really helping but I'm also sure that part of it it's due to the lack of anxiety and anger that I experience everytime he was near. And he was near a lot. There were no business calls. There were no meetings. He was jus I here, all the time. And I was growing fond of seeing him.To my surprise he didn't ask for anything off of me. He didn't ask for sex. He didn't ask to get psychical... He was just here, always alert and ready to help me if I needed something. It was a bit incapacitating since it felt as if he didn't trust me with anything, but it was also sweet because I could see him take responsability and that made me think he was going to be a good father.I still had not made my mind about keeping the child or not, but I knew it was going to settle soon. I just had a feeling of what my decision would be, but I was a little afraid to speak it out just now, because somehow,