All Chapters of My Mate, My Killer: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I am seeking help from you. And you are helping me.”“That’s not what I meant!” Both of them shared a knowing look that I didn’t understand.Elliot unravels the ties around Zarion’s body, letting him sit on the cold kitchen table. He tilted his head to the side and massaged his fingers. “I’m fine. Thanks, man.”“Cassidy, he is not fine.” Elliot is right, Zarion is not fine. “You can change his mind.” “I don’t know what you two are talking about!” I unexpectedly burst out my emotions. Elliot sighed and the three of us went silent for eternity I guess. Elliot drags the high stool and sits on it before speaking. “Earlier—” he paused for emphasis, “When I collapsed, I saw something in my vision.”Zarion’s forehead creased and immediately whipped his head to us. “What did you see?” “It was Cassidy and you. I don’t know what it was all about, man, but I think wherever you go, you have to bring Cassy.”I had no energy left to ask about what his vision was all about. Judging from Elliot’s

“They always do. You know, quarreling seems to be the love language of that father and son.” Elliot whispered, his shoulders slumped on the chair. When I didn’t reply, he went to the kitchen to grab the drink. “Here, take this.” The smoke from the hot tea invaded my senses. Elliot kneeled one knee beside Zarion, and Zarion drank it up straight. I smiled, at least now, he’s the must-obey little wolf. “How are you feeling now?” Elliot softly asked, a little excitement glimmering in those kind eyes. Knowing the aftereffect of his newly found experiment drink, I hope he did not put out some sleeping pill.As much as I am worried of Zarion’s emotions, I’m glad that Elliot take it easy with him—he didn’t treated him like a specimen to be roughly studied. “Good. Make more of this,” Zarion demanded, his voice hoarse and dark. He didn’t even say ‘thank you’ and just shut his eyes. Now in a relaxed sitting position on the couch, both of his arms snaked on the arm of the sofa, while his head

“Zarion…” I whispered his name, my eyes fixed on the space. God, why did that dream feel so real as if they were doing it in front of me? Their moans felt real. Their faces felt real. The emotions I felt felt real, too. It shocked and terrified me so much that I do not know which is real and which is a part of a dream. I reached out my hand, it slowly settled at his jaw. Then his cheeks. Until my thumb found his lips caressing softly and gently like a baby’s skin.“Cassidy?” Zarion sighed. I moved closer and dropped my hand since I’m content now that this is real. I found myself hugging him instead and my cheeks became stained with light redness. I couldn’t utter a single word to give him a response. It was like my mouth have gone mad, refusing to voice even a single word. I knew then that I was still in a state of shock at what happened. At what I dreamt, what I witnessed.Surely that wasn’t a coincidence. Someone—someone—crafted that in my head.Or maybe that wasn’t a dream at al

My mouth fell open. Is that…what the hell did I smell delicious earlier?! Was that… No. No, no, no. It can’t be Alpha Brandon, is it? If he is, then that means—I glanced at Zarion who was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. He was intently looking at me, eyeing my every move like a hawk. Even at this state, I could still describe how hot he is. “Yes, we spotted Brandon earlier when we were hunting,” Elliot muttered before sipping from his cup of aromatic coffee. “I don’t know werewolves drink coffee, Elliot.” The healer chuckled with me, and he could really pass as my naughty little brother. Zarion never took his eyes off at me. I wanted to apologize to Zarion, but he already told me not to keep saying sorry.Sighing, I told them I’m going to sleep. Elliot has been busier finding ways to make the rejection faster—or another way to turn me into a werewolf safely. While Elliot has been busy with his own endeavor, Zarion got me a herbal plant. Jasmine, I presumed. He pus

I caught him glancing at my chest, mouth open and gaze thick with hunger like he wanted what was in his hand to be in his mouth instead.Licking my lower lip, I felt him move to my other breast, fondling the nipple until that one, too, had tightened into a pebble. Butterflies swarmed in my belly and I started to feel the pulse in my clit throb, wanting his hand back there now.I want you, Zarion…I really do.His fingers dug lightly into my skin, running back down my torso and stomach. Shocks spread through out of every pore on my body as he grabbed me a little harder between the thighs. This time, I didn’t whimper. Instead I closed my eyes and arched my back, feeling his erection pulse under me. I kissed him once on the lips.Zarion seized the back of my head and his mouth descended into mine. Every touch, every breath heightened the weightlessness taking over my body. I was floating, the room was spinning, and I didn’t want to get off the ride.Turning my head, I parted my lips, sear