Semua Bab My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Bab 111 - Bab 120

KierMy chest heaves. Blood gurgles as his fingers search, brushing against the pounding organ. More metal coats my tongue and I will my body to move. Nothing works. Nothing—The male suddenly jerks, his face crumpling as a pained moan slips from him. His fingers retract from my chest as he reaches for his, confused. He touches his black shirt and his fingers come away bloody. “Mick?” the bulky one named Balor says, approaching skeptically, but when Mick coughs up blood, sputtering the repulsive liquid all over my face, Balor breaks into a sprint, falling to his knees by Mick’s side. His eyes widen with horror as he sees something I don’t and his head whips back to the forest behind his fallen friend who’s gasping for breath and dying, to my delight—not that I’m any better. My chest is ripped open, and I’m not healing.Doesn’t stop me from barking a startled laugh when an arrow flies, much too quietly for the rest to pick up and tears into Balor’s throat, protruding from the other si

************AzHe should despise her, for rejecting and neglecting their bond. For not giving it a chance to thrive before killing it. He should leave her there, like everyone else. She deserved it. She was cruel. He’d seen good in his life, and Moira had none of that in her.But when she screamed for help, watching her father die, he’d felt her pain as genuine as it had been when she’d thought Kier dead. And even now, hours after her sentence, she sat outside in the courtyard still, staring at her father’s body. She was cold, but he knew she could barely feel it as she rocked back and forth, whispering to herself. “What will you do?” Mikkel asked, and Az only stared from the window, swirling the wine goblet in his hand.He turned his back on her and shrugged. “Nothing.”But it was a lie and Mikkel knew it too as he smiled knowingly. Mikkel knew too much, Az told himself half an hour later as he descended the stairs with a cloak in one hand and food in the other. She’d likely reject

JessamineGroaning, I turn, clutching my aching head. Something moves under me and my cheek smacks into something equally hard. My eyes drift open and sunlight streams in through the open window of the…carriage??I sit up abruptly, confused, and the movement only causes my head to implode with a worse ache. The last thing I remember was swinging my sword and having something heavy ram into the back of my head. We were winning. There weren’t many of Atticus’s men left. Maybe I got knocked out and we’re headed home?My vision clears briefly and Darrock’s peering at me intensely. “I was afraid you had a concussion.”Blinking slowly, I force my gaze to focus on him. “I’ll live. Where’s Kier? I got hit by one of them, I take? Hurts like hell, though.” I touch the back of my head and it’s wet and sticky with blood.The corner of his mouth tightens and the carriage bumps into something rough. “I hit you.”It takes several seconds for his words to sink in and I’m suddenly wondering in what un

JessamineI get a visitor a few minutes to my…wedding. My gaze lands on Darrock’s and nothing could have held me back. I launch myself at him with whatever little strength I have garnered in the past hour—which is close to nothing and he snatches my wrist before I can impale him with the butterknife I’d stolen from my dinner tray earlier.“Violet, please,” he rasps. “Listen to me—”Reaching up, I slam my head into his. He groans, retreating a step back and I see that I have caused no damage except the ache spreading through my head. I stumble in the bid to attack him again and he steadies me before I can fall. “Take your hands off me—” A firm hand clamps down on my mouth, silencing my scream of outrage before it can escape. “I’m trying to help,” he whispers. “We’re leaving. Now.”I let him see the response to that in my gaze; Over my dead body will I follow him anywhere.Darrock glances over his shoulder and when his eyes return to me, they’re troubled. “I know you have questions, an

JessamineKier might have been in chains and covered in dirt and blood, but there will never be any man as beautiful as him. He hasn’t noticed me yet, his teeth bared at the guards fighting to put him on his knees. The humans gasp, the smell of their fear filling the room when his bound arms ram into the side of a guard’s head, knocking him out.That earns him a growl from Killian who doesn’t hesitate to draw his sword and ram it into the back of Kier’s head. My mate stumbles, his blood spilling down his torn brown shirt, and he falls on one knee. I start to stand from Atticus’s lap, a growl traveling up my throat, when Atticus breathes against my neck, “Does his discomfort trouble you? You forget that he abandoned you, left you to rot here while he chose them again over you.”Kier would never, but I don’t say that. My mind is whirling in so many directions. How could he surrender? How could he let them…take him? How…my eyes widen when Lloyd walks in next and bows low, to the hip as h