All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

      KierThere's a wave roaring in my head as I walk the hallways of my castle on unsteady feet. The bed calls my name, but I can hardly sleep anymore, tormented by the flashes of Jessamine's body on mine, her fingers pressing against my chest as her hips move against mine. I close my eyes and I see her. I breathe and I smell her arousal, her release on my fingers. I taste it on my lips.I need to know what the fuck happened.It is that thought that occupies my mind alone as I trail her scent to the breakfast hall, barely walking in before a violent wave of nausea crashes into me. I blink, hard, and suck in a sharp breath, holding the doors for support."Kier?" I hear Moira say, and I meet her gaze across the hall, her blue eyes alit with surprise. Her fork thuds on the table as she sweeps to her feet. Beside her, mother stares at me, her complexion pale. There's Kat, Helen, Mikkel, a few more of Moira's friends and...there, at the very edge of the table,

JessamineWhen I return to my chambers, Moira is waiting for me, her face fixed in a sneer as Az monitors her every movement with a stoic stare. Her blue eyes rake over my figure, noting the blood, but she says nothing. I press past her, walking further into my room. "What do you want?" I demand, pulling my dresser open. "I must speak with you." A soft exhale. "In private."I hold out a bunch of dresses I've never worn before, searching through for something appropriate to wear to the meeting with Kier and the council, after I wash off the blood on me. "You can speak freely in front of Az. I trust him.""I don't," she snaps."I don't trust you either, not as far as I can throw you," I mutter, taking out another dress. Too bright. A contrast from how chaotic and angry I feel. That had gone terribly. Maybe I should have just killed her and hidden the body--"Are you sleeping with Alpha Kier?"I freeze. I've been putting it off for as long as I can. La

"I saw the marks on her skin," Moira says, biting on her quivering lip. "Tell me you didn't mean to. Tell me it was a mistake. Tell me..." She sniffles, clutching my cheeks. "Tell me she forced herself on you. I'll let it go."Prying her hands off my face is an effort. Responding takes even more. "I'm sorry. I really don't want to hurt you."Her eyes are hateful, the weight of it tensing my muscles. "I won't allow it. I forbid you from seeing her, touching her, fucking her. How can you not see what she's doing? She's trying to ruin you. Us. I've worked hard to get here, Kier, and even harder to gain acceptance after the shit she pulled during the duel. You CANNOT replace me with her." I stiffen at the push in her voice. At the familiar tone. My brows furrow at the tap on my subconscious, the gentle prodding that turns vicious in the next second. I cock my head at Moira, studying her eyes that glow with a hint of gold. "Did my mother teach you to do that?" She blinks, her

JessamineI collapse onto the floor of my room, panting hard. I don't bother rising as I throw off the torn cloak and pull off my gloves aggressively. Hopefully, I never have to do that again. Ever. The stupid wolf male had walked for miles, making me follow him around, knowing I had been.He was expecting me even. Had leered as he knocked me back against a tree and said, "Atticus said to look out for you. Beautiful, little thing. Like what you saw?"I shudder as I recall the exchange. I'd pushed him off and shoved the letter into his hands. He'd gripped my wrist, pulling me forward and he tasted my neck, dragging his sloppy tongue over my skin.I'd familiarized my fist with his face and ran like hell. He didn't follow. Doesn't matter. I'm never, ever, doing that again.My feet hurt and my muscles protest as I try to stand, and I settle for crawling, feeling out the space before me in the dark. I can barely see the outlines of the objects around me, and the moon isn't offering much of

JessaminePain bursts in the back of my head, reverberating through my skull, and I cry out as agony ripples along my spine. The ground rushes up to embrace me, and I crash into it hard enough to rattle my teeth. My fingers curl in the snow as I breathe heavily, trying to push myself up, but I find that I can't. I can barely see past the wall of black tainting my vision, and the coppery smell of blood--my blood--blooms, blocking out every smell.Everything's heavy. My hands, my feet, my head, my eyes. It shouldn't be this hard to move, regardless of what I've been hit with."Bring her," I hear Renae say coldly, and I slam my eyes shut, shaking my head to properly see, take stock of my surroundings. Fingers grab my arm, hefting me up, but there's another behind. I try spreading out my awareness, to understand just how much shit I'm in, but everything's swiftly slipping from my grasp. My hands move with painstaking slowness as I retrieve a dagger from my coat, and it doesn't sink in as