All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jessamine"Out," the King says in one silent breath, and I've never seen a hall empty out so fast. Only Darrock and I remain in the next minute and I stop laughing.With terrifying grace, the king rises from his throne, and in a heartbeat, he is leaning over Darrock, crushing his hand around his windpipe. "Fool," he spits with distaste and I hear the wall behind me explode as he throws Darrock into it.Pale blue eyes lock onto mine and holds. He moves with that eerie speed again and the next second, he crouched low in front of me, his fingers brushing my cheeks gently as he tilts my head left, right, up, down—I jerk back, my heart thundering in my chest. There’s something horribly wrong here. He’s looking at me like a father would his child after they’ve spent the better part of their day playing in the wild.He’s checking for injuries. He’s touching me like he knows me and his hands are so damn familiar. Movement behind me seems to jar him, and his feet hits the tile several feet aw

Jessamine"I would like to return home."The King's gaze remains fixated on his desk, his fingers moving with a practiced dexterity as he scrawls across the letterhead. “This is your home now.” He pauses in his writing, his sharp eyes lifting to meet mine. "Darrock tells me you were banished by your King. Why is that?"I fumble with the folds of my dress, disregarding the disapproving gaze of the raven-haired beauty at the king's right—the Queen, whose disdain for me is as plain as the sneer fixed on her red lips. She attempts to mask it with an air of nonchalance, but the hostility in her eyes is unmistakable. "It was…" I shake my head, unwilling to share the details. "Actually, it's none of your business."“Mind your tone, girl,” the Queen says.I arch a brow in response before turning my attention away. I don’t have the patience for her. I take a step forward and a guard moves in tandem, hand on the hilt of his sword. Right, because fragile, old me can murder a king.I halt abruptl

Jessamine“If you listen with more than your ears, you can feel it. It is made from the same source. The Sun Goddess’s light flows through each of us, filling us with life, love and strength. Feel the center of it. Ground yourself. Drown out the world and reach within you. It’s right there, at the core of your being—”I throw the dumbbell aside. “This clearly isn’t working, Glenda.”The woman’s wide nose flares and she snatches her robe from the bench. “Maybe it would if you even tried to concentrate. Even children can feel the well of strength in which their wolves reside. You’re an anomaly. Worse than an infant!”I straighten my legs and pull on my tunic. “We’re done here.”“Princess—”“Don’t fucking call me that!” I yell and something stirs in the air. Glenda’s teal eyes widen and she pales. “Oh, for goodness sake,” I mutter under my breath as I storm out of the gallery. We’ve tried every room in the castle. Every hall that could help make me comfortable enough. Still, I can’t seem

Resting my head against my knee, I close my eyes and force in deep breaths. No tears. Not for Kier. Never again.Kier makes no move towards me and I remain seated, rocking back and forth, holding onto my anger, lest I break down. Fuck it, I hate all of this. We remain like that for a while, and the only sound that fills the air is that of our breaths. "Does he treat you well?" he asks after a while, slumping down to sit on the floor, his head buried in his hands.I don't respond."I'm sorry," he whispers.No answer. I have a flaw. I hardly forgive and I do not forget. His apology only serves to vex me further, an ugly emotion twisting inside me, rising further to enrage me. He's sorry? That'll never cut it. An image flashes in my mind. Bleeding out in that field, watching him give another woman what belonged to me. I'll never forgive that, and I'll never let it go.The humiliation. The coldness. His choices and disregard. His nonchalance. I fought for him, even if I knew how slim th

JessamineHe blinks. Twice, and then he angles his head strangely, staring at me with the oddest expression. "You would...gift it to me?" Goddess, he almost sounds normal. Like a nervous child. He sounds like how I feel around him.I smile a little. "Not for free, of course."King Hunter nods enthusiastically, and his hand sudden wraps around my wrist, swerving me in the opposite direction. "Anything you want." We pass by a crowd of courtiers and they stare at us like they've seen ghosts. It could be because I must have paled. He's holding my hand, and his hand feels warm to touch today. It makes me feel oddly comfortable, but I know it's an illusion. You see similarities between yourself and a stranger, and you automatically want to let loose around them.I stare at our joined hands as he takes us up the stairs to the second wing. He has such pretty fingers. Almost feminine. Smooth, too smooth, unlike Kier's calloused hands. Usually, things like that heal with every shift, becoming