All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DarrockJessamine dances, a crown of bloomed roses bouncing atop her brows. Wicked violet eyes glint with mirth as she takes the arm another, granting him the reward of her dance. Soft, luscious lips curve with joy, bejeweled fingers rising to the air as her lush hips sway left and right, beckoning us forward, capturing and holding our attention.We watch her, helpless to her charm. Her wiles. Her cruel yet innocent laughter. She tosses her silvery blonde hair back and a sultry sound leaves her lips as the moonlight descends, illuminating her skin. She is divine. She is something ethereal. The court watch her with fascination. They hate her, but they watch her with the same reverence with which we worship the goddess. Such is the lure of the crown. When she laughs, they laugh. When she dances, their feet move. The joy is sickening, addicting. It used to be so when the king was happy, before he lost his joy to an enchantress himself. Now, with her, it has returned.My fingers brus

JessamineWhen I heard of the Beta who broke away from the Sunfire pack, taking a good number of the council and army with him, I had imagined he would look...well, I have no idea what I expected him to look like, but it surely isn't this.Youthful eyes peer out from an impossibly beautiful face. His brown tresses gleam like burnished copper, each strand catching the silvery moonlight and playing with hidden depths of auburn and gold. It frames a face both delicate and strong, sculpted by time yet etched with an ageless charm. High cheekbones cast sharp shadows beneath his electric blue eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the luminescence of the very moonlight itself. His lips, seemingly tender, stretch into a smile that speaks of secrets I do not wish to know. I swallow. "You're lying."He makes a face. "Your sister must not have spoken much of me. Disappointing. I had thought I charmed her enough to make a lasting impression."This is he? Goddess, I no longer blame Nymeria. Even his smi

JessamineDawn may be significantly bigger than Neredia, but it isn't exactly as homely and welcoming as this place is. Though, I'm well aware those smiles aren't for me. Never will be. From the gates, upon sighting Kier and the army, there have been cheers and flowers. There have been prayers and blessings. The ride to the castle is awfully long, because Kier feels the need to respond to his people and take flowers from some and hand them to others. Ever the charming courtier. If only they knew who now pulls those strings. If only they knew what he's giving in exchange for their safety.A familiar darkhaired male stands by the tall gates of the castle and his green eyes are bright with happiness, even if he seems to have gotten older since the last time I saw him. Kier pulls on the reins of his horse and dismounts clapping Beta Randale on his shoulder. A thick moustache spreads along the latter's chin along with his smile. "If you had been even a day later, I'd have traveled a

Moira"Secure her a seat? Whatever for?" she asked, unable to keep her voice from cracking. "She's merely here as a chaperone. This is our council. She's an outsider. The daughter of a king that will stab us in the back given the chance. Why should we include her in our meetings?"Kier shrugged on his most worn tunic for practice, and it didn't matter that he'd yet to soak in the tub, he smelled like snowflakes and there was nothing Moira wanted more than to bury her nose in his neck, sink her teeth into it and mark him. She'd tried. Once. It ended with her being hurled across their bedroom and Kier had hissed at her. No, not Kier. The beastly thing that lurked behind his hazel eyes. It had snarled at her, "I will never be yours."It couldn't have gotten more hurtful than that. Oh, but it could. She'd glimpsed it then. The mark he hid under his tunic, careful not to expose to her or the world. The crescent moon on his collarbone. And on the days he seemed careless enough to let

JessamineIt doesn’t make sense. Nothing does. How could she poison Kier? How could she want him dead? How? Her own son? My heart is in my throat as I put all of my strength into raising him off the floor. He’s heavy. Too heavy.I stiffen at the sound of footsteps behind me and my body falls into a defensive stance. That is until I catch a whiff of Az’s scent of summer and crackling fire. “Princess?”“Oh good,” I whisper, breathing heavily. “Help me lift him up. I believe our assumptions were awfully wrong and…” My eyes sting and I swallow, catching Kier as he flails in my arms. “Help me lift him, Az!”Az runs to join me, pulling Kier off me and panic clutches at my heart when he coughs something that reeks of copper. “Jess,” he whispers weakly, raising his head, and the idiot gives me a toothy grin. “You don’t look like you hate me anymore.”“Where is the way to your room from here?” I ask. I would know, but only the royals were ever allowed down the secret