All Chapters of Fearless Human Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Delilah slowly opened her eyes and groaned from the pain. She saw the bars of the dungeon and tried remembering what had happened to get her into this situation. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be the first time she found herself on the wrong side of a cell. Most of the time, she had too much pixie dust and caused a ruckus or was improperly dressed somewhere. The soft glow from the torches meagerly illuminated the area enough for her to see cots lining the back wall, making Delilah wonder why she was on the floor. The moment she sat up, she felt a pain across her forehead. She gingerly touched the spot that hurt the most and could feel a knot forming. She felt around to make sure that there weren't any other injuries. "Don't touch it," a soft voice said, making her jump and look for the source. "It'll only bleed more." "Who's… who's there," Delilah asked, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. Delilah peered into the darkness, waiting for someone to respond. Her vision was still

The guards led Xenia through the packhouse to what looked like the bottom floor. They picked up lanterns before opening a set of heavy-looking doors and ushered Xenia through. A small crowd of werewolves or maybe humans, Xenia couldn't tell, parted as she walked by. They held torches, lanterns, and other light fixtures to help light the way down the tunnel. On their foreheads was a symbol, more like a crescent moon mark. She wondered if this was part of the ritual. They were calling out her name, well, more like calling her Luna. The faces in the crowd were filled with intrigue, as if she was royalty to them. Some even reached out to touch her. Their fingertips brushed her skin while the guards kept the eager ones away. A new kind of fear filled Xenia, but she kept her back straight and looked straight ahead. They will not get to me, Xenia reminded herself. You know what you have to do. Xenia and the guards made it to the middle of the room. The light from the Blue Moon reflected b

"Xenia!" Mason's voice pulled Xenia's focus as she stared at him. "Finish it." "I give to you…" She continued with a shaky breath. "Mason Dalton." "Mason Dalton, my heart, my body, and…" Xenia's mouth felt dry as her gaze slowly moved back to her mother. This was it. She was going to bind herself to a werewolf, and she had to for her mother's life. She would not be the death of her mother. Not if she could prevent it. "And," Mason growled impatiently. Xenia brought her focus back to him. "...and my soul. I am yours." The sound of howls surrounded them and pierced the night sky as the werewolves and humans alike rejoiced in saying the words. Xenia didn't pay them any mind as Mason stared at her. She wondered if this was it. She wanted to get to her mother, but Mason tightened his grip as she tried to move away. "Now, the best part," he smiled. He dipped his head into the crook of her neck, running his nose up and down the spot that would bear his mark. Her heartbeat pu

Xenia woke up with a start and noticed she was outside. Though this space looked different to her. The color of the surrounding trees seemed too saturated, and the sky was littered with stars, giving it an ethereal look. She quickly got to her feet when she felt a presence and grabbed the nearest stick before getting into a defensive stance. Her eyes searched the shadows between the trees. She saw nothing until a white-furred werewolf slowly stalked her way. Xenia remembered it from before. Its piercing blue eyes and the black crescent moon on its forehead. The same werewolf that warned her the last time she was in a place like this. "I wish I could say it's nice to see you again," the werewolf said, surprising Xenia. "But unfortunately, this won't be a nice visit. I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave here alive." An invisible force swirled around the werewolf, making its fur look like it was caught in a storm. Its eyes glowed as bright as the Blue Moon, its lips pulled back in

Xenia ran through the forest, trying to put as much distance as she could between the crazy white werewolf. Her heart pounded in her chest. Blood rushed through her veins. Every muscle in her body ached from exertion. The only thing on her mind was survival. She had to survive. The moment she felt and heard her mom's voice, she knew she couldn't give up. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating a path forward. Still trying to figure out what to do or where to go, Xenia followed the path. Finally, it opened to a cliff, and at the top stood a white werewolf. Nova? Xenia froze, thinking it was the same one after her, but this one was different. Aside from the fur, a black diamond was in the middle of its forehead, and standing next to it was...Mason? No, he looked different. His hair was longer, and he was wearing a white shirt. Was Mason wearing a white shirt? Xenia's thoughts were interrupted by a growl from behind her. She didn't wait to find out if it was her attacker. Ins