บททั้งหมดของ My Father My Mate : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

DrakeI pushed her away, my body reacting before my mind could process what was happening. She stumbled backwards, falling to the floor. I stood there, frozen, as we both stared at each other in shock. I couldn't believe that she had just done that, that she had crossed that line. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, and all I could do was stand there, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't move, I was unable to speak, I couldn't think.My emotions were in a whirl of turmoil. I felt a storm of emotion brewing within me, a maelstrom of anger, frustration, and confusion. I felt my breath quickening, my heart racing, and my hands trembling. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to do something to release the pressure building within me. But I knew that I couldn't. I had to keep control, to stay calm. But I could feel myself losing my grip, the storm brewing within me, threatening to break free.She got to her feet, brushing off her clothes. She looked at me with a sly smile, and

JakeI had been away from my pack for far too long. I needed to go back and see what was happening, to see what I had missed. My senses were on high alert, taking in every detail of my surroundings. The scent of pine and rain filled my nostrils, and I could hear birdsong in the distance. I could feel the wind blowing through my hair, ruffling my clothes. I was struck by the beauty of my surroundings, the lush greenery, and the sense of freedom. But I knew I couldn't stay. I had to return to my pack, to my responsibilities.I set out towards Zelda's Chambers, the familiar path feeling all too strange after all this time. The last time we had spoken, I had told her we would never see each other again, that I would leave her in peace. Since then, our only interactions had been from a distance, a simple “hello” as we passed by. I knocked on her door, and I heard her faint voice call out, “Come in.” I opened the door, and I saw Zelda seated on the bed, her back leaning against the headbo

DrakeI looked up at my mother, and she returned my gaze with a soft, knowing smile. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation I knew was about to come. “Since you are mated to Dad, how has life been?” I asked, my voice trembling. She took a moment to consider her words, choosing them carefully. “Life has been a journey of ups and downs,” she said, “but I have never regretted my decision to be with your father. It has not been easy, but it has been worth it.” “Has he ever cheated on you?” I asked, the question hanging in the air between us. She seemed taken aback by the question. I saw the hesitation on my mother’s face, her eyes searching mine for a moment. But I needed to know the truth. I needed to know if what I was feeling was normal, if I could trust my instincts. I was holding my breath, waiting for her answer.“No because we are mates,” she said, her voice steady and sure. “The mate bond is strong. If he were to cheat on me, I would know immediately. It is

Zelda“I will be right back,” Drake said in a firm tone, and I nodded. I watched as Drake left the room, the door closing behind him. I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes closed, not wanting to see my reflection, not wanting to see the worry and fear written on my face. I tried to focus on my breathing, taking deep, slow breaths to calm my racing heart. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, the sound deafening in the silence of the room. I tried to focus on the sound, and attempted to grind myself in the present moment.His words echoed in my mind, over and over again. “You are the only woman in my life.” It was like a knife to my heart, a betrayal I had never felt before. How could he say those words to me when I knew he had lied? I remembered the lipstick stain on his shirt, the one I had seen on my sick bed, the day I had found Amelia in our home. The memory was still fresh, the pain still raw. I wanted to scream, to cry, to break something. But instead, I stood there,

DrakeAs the door swung open, I was met with a sight I never could have imagined. There, in the middle of the room, was Zelda and Amelia, their eyes locked on me. Zelda's lips were curled in a wicked smirk, her eyes glittering with mischief. And Amelia, her hands on her cheeks, her eyes wide with surprise, her mouth agape. I stood frozen, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. My heart began to pound, my head spinning, as I tried to process what this could mean."What's going on here?" I asked, my voice firm, my tone demanding answers. I stared at the two women, my gaze shifting from one to the other. Zelda's expression remained unchanged, her smirk still in place. But Amelia's face flushed, her eyes downcast, refusing to meet my gaze. "Ask your mistress," Zelda said, her words dripping with malice. I wanted to reprimand her for referring to Amelia as my mistress, but I had more pressing concerns at the moment.I waited, my patience stretched to its breaking poin