All Chapters of Her Mate Is The Villain: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Almost immediately after Atlas warned them of the incoming danger, he lost consciousness, inspiring great panic in his mate. He was taken to his cabin to be properly cared for. Meanwhile, the pack was filled with confusion, and even Celia could smell the fear laced with the air. It was contagious. She was getting uneasy. Anyone would after seeing a council member in that state. She felt a hand slip into hers and squeeze tightly. “Do not fret,” her mother said with calm eyes. “Trust Nicholas. He will protect this pack.” Celia nodded. It was not Nicholas she trusted. It was her mother. “Stop your whining and listen up!” Jon yelled, his voice carrying across the center of the settlement where the pack was gathered. The Beta left the floor for his brother to speak. “I know you’re worried, but there’s nothing to fear,” Nicholas assured everyone. “This Alpha is a phony. His real ability is inciting fear—” “Look what he did to Atlas!” someone in the crowd retorted. “How can we be cal

Everyone dispersed as Marcel approached Celia, his lithe body seeming to flow like water as he moved. He was unlike any Alpha— unlike any being Celia had seen. The other Alphas stood by in silence, clearly obedient to him. He had also defeated Nicholas without shifting. How could anyone challenge him? Even Jon had turned his attention to taking care of his gravely wounded mate. This was the man? This was the werewolf someone like her was fated to spend her life with, bound by an invisible bond and all that other crap her mother never stopped talking about? When Marcel was only a few steps away, a powerful figure centered in a humbled pack, Sheeva boldly stepped into his path, standing between him and Celia. He eyed her with a leveled gaze. “Why do you stop me?” Sheeva raised her head proudly. “She is my daughter.” “She is my mate.” Sheeva went still. There was a shift in attention. It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia

Marcel’s fur was a black that seemed to shimmer under the sunlight filtered by the forest canopy. He was massive, even for an Alpha. Nicholas might have had it worse if he had shifted during their fight.Celia wanted to pull back, but found she couldn’t. She was catatonic, held in place by the eyes of her mate who had rejected her mere hours ago. Fate really was unfair, to force her into this. She was certain it knew nothing about matches.Marcel moved, slowly circling her. It was the second time he would do this—circle her. It was uncomfortable, but Celia stayed put. He went out of sight behind her, and when he was back in front of her, he had shifted to his human form.His eyes retained its dull red. His dark hair was scattered, a few front locks long enough that it sat right above his left eye.Oh, the most important detail was that he was naked. That should have been normal. Weres weren’t as conscious about nudity as humans, however, Celia’s reaction was nothing short of humane.I

What an odd occurrence this was. The Beta pair of the pack, as well as a council member and the Alpha of the Flora settlement pack were at the door of Celia and her mother’s cabin.For as long as Celia had lived in the simple wooden construction that was her and Sheeva’s home, she had never known the council to visit. Perhaps the council—even Nicholas—had been more prompted to visit when her father was alive.Farkas Blackwood had been a respected male in the pack before his death, though he hadn’t been a council member. Because he was held highly, so was his mate, Sheeva, but even she didn’t get such visits. At least not before now.Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.”“We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand.“We would l

“I swear by the moon, mother, that he is the most infuriating male I’ve ever known!” Celia whined as she paced the length of her cabin. Her mother was doing that thing again where she stared at the moon like it was the only thing in existence. She was listening though, because she asked, “I take it the meeting this morning went well?” Celia looked dryly at her mother, and even though Sheeva’s eyes were on the moon, she smirked. Her mother had been out of the settlement for most of the day with a few others, so they only had time to give account of their day now. “He’s a nightmare,” Celia said. “He’s an enigma,” her mother added…or countered. Celia frowned. “You hate him, right? You don’t sound like you hate him. Everyone else does.” “I definitely hate him. He thinks he can break your bond, which is stupid and hurtful, but it is as sure as the moon’s light that he will not break it.” “That’s unfortunate. I’ve found myself rooting for him recently,” Celia said, and her mother turn