All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

JessamineSomeone tipped off the guards.A troop led by Randale and Gerald found me by the grove while I was still trying to process everything. I didn’t bother explaining or defending myself when Randale hurled me atop his horse, asking what the fuck happened. I didn’t respond. I was exhausted and…everything was too loud.That was hours ago. Now, I’m in the dungeons, because everyone knows. Kier knows, and he hasn’t come to see me. I can only guess what that means. I’m not in the least, surprised. He wasn’t even there when I’d been taken through the halls of his castle, still covered in blood that was and wasn’t mine, shivering, dress ripped in too many places, paraded as a murderer. The stares hadn’t hurt. The whispers had no effect. I’ve gotten used to them by now. The people seemed more scared of me, appalled, than angry at what I’d done. What did hurt, was seeing Az, Mikkel and Camilla already in the dungeons when I arrived. What I don’t understand, is who tipped the guar

JessamineKier conveniently forgot to mention that my crazy sister is here too. I took one step into my new ‘chamber’ and she had run to me, wailing. Apparently, my father got wind of her pregnancy—the tonic didn’t work. Shocker—and she ran away from home to hide from his anger. Queen Tara must be losing her mind.Well, she isn’t the only one.I’m going crazy, biting my fingers, walking left and right in my chamber, blatantly ignoring my sister. I’m due for a meeting in a few minutes. Meeting? More like a persecution. Eldris will come to collect me any minute now, and I will be taken to the Great Hall, where I will be surrounded by the council and Alphas who will decide my fate.I just know I’m going to get the death sentence. It’ll be easy. Nobody wants me here, and from the little I’ve been told, which is close to nothing, there’s a sort of power grab going on. On one hand is Kier and on the other is Moira, being backed by her father and a few other Alphas who feel that Kier i

JessamineWhen Kier had said I would be heavily guarded, I didn’t expect an entire train of guards outside his chambers. Six of them, spread across the hallway, two outside the door to his private study, just in case I decided to sneak out through there. There are guards outside too, by the windows. There’s nothing getting in or out of here without Kier’s permission. He left last night, right after telling me about…making a baby, and then he stated that I would be staying in his chambers to make the lie convincing enough. Male wolves are territorial with their pregnant wolves, and they almost never let them out of sight.I told him I didn’t want to have his baby. I told him he was crazy. He didn’t respond and I spent the entire night thinking, anxiety keeping me awake, and every time the door creaked, I would shoot up from the bed, half expecting it to be him, but he never came. I’m not usually an impatient woman. I’m Jessamine. I always know what to do next. There’s always a rule f

Jessamine I can’t say exactly when Kier joined me in bed but I’m awoken by kisses trailing my neck and a hard length pressing dangerously against my rump. Sleepy, I don’t fight the arms that circle around my middle. I moan when his hand tugs the strap of my dress enough to free my breasts from the silk, and when his fingers reach between my legs, I arch up my hips in response, rolling them with undulated lust to meet his fingers.“You like that?” His thumb kneads my clit and I nod, whimpering.He chuckles deeply, languishing in each stroke of his finger. “Of course, you do.”A thrill runs through me as his hot breath dances along my neck, and my thighs clamp together, trapping his hand. “Part your thighs for me, love.” His voice is low and thick, but I don’t dare mistake his words for anything else but an order.Weak-kneed, my legs fall apart and I groan at the slippery slide of his finger to my warm entrance. Saliva gathers in my mouth and I swallow it, releasing a breathy sig

JessamineThis is awful.When Kier had mentioned the trip and blowing off steam, I had a certain image in mind. I had anticipated…something, had clenched every time the horse galloped, nearly betraying my thoughts to my seemingly gloomy companions, and now, I can swear Kier is trying to torture me. He’s trying to starve me.“Shift,” he hisses for the fifth time.I merely pick the dirt from out of my nails and move onto the next. Darrock snickers nearby, not bothering to hide his delight at Kier’s frustration. “She will, when the time is right. Not everything must be resolved with brute force—”“Did I fucking ask your opinion?!” Kier scowls at Darrock, and before the latter can decide he wants to fight back, Randale lifts his blade to Darrock’s throat. “Watch it, mate.” Darrock’s eyes flash, but he says nothing in response, staring at the fire.Guilt stabs my chest. We haven’t spoken and so far, all we’ve done is avoid each other’s paths and avert our gazes from meeting. It doesn’t mat