All Chapters of His Unlovable Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The six of us are trapped in an awkward stand-off. Nearly all of my joy at seeing Ayr has diverted into guilt about Robyn’s life being put in danger. Nearly all. As soon as she started hacking up water, I allowed myself to enjoy the fizzing sparks. The temptation to deny him a blanket was unreal. Then Robyn said that tiny, potentially friendship-shattering word. Still staring at the ground, frozen by an emotion I can’t even begin to guess at. Marcus’s mouth hangs open. He’s still holding onto her hand. Like he can will the Goddess into changing her mind. I don’t need to be on the Volare mindlink to know that Lucas is currently screaming SHIT SHIT SHIT at Ayr. I just grip Ayr a little tighter, press his hand harder across my stomach. We all just assumed. I completely forgot that a mate bond doesn’t play by our human expectations. They obviously liked each other. We all watched her eyes light up as he announced himself. Robyn, not jumping into bed with Marcus, perhaps gave him t

Asking Ayr to tell me what happened with his wolf felt like I’d thrown cold water all over our reuniting. Instead of pulling me back to him for another kiss, he got all serious. “I think we better get some privacy,” he muttered. “And some clothes for you, unless you fancy living like this full time?” trying to lift his mood back up. But it was gone. The change made my heart sink, his eyes narrowing with thought. Maybe he failed to connect with his wolf. I'm sure he tried his best. “Shit, yeah, clothes,” Ayr replies half-heartedly, My mate is seriously distracted. At the packhouse, every person gives him enthusiastic smiles, pleased at his return. He should be buoyed upwards. Instead, he just keeps a tight hold on my hand and leads me up the now-familiar dark wooden corridor up to his bedroom suite. Back inside, Ayr dives into a steaming shower. I sit on the desk and give him a minute. I don’t think he’ll like all my ideas, but some risks just have to be taken. When he emerges

I felt every single beat of her heart. Her convulsing, shaking body as I buried myself as deep as I could. The scissors scattered to the ground. With her back arched, ass sliding up and down the wooden desk, I became addicted to grabbing her back to me. Hands on her hips, yanking her exactly where I need her. With me. By my side. Carrying our child. With those thoughts spiralling ever upwards, I slam myself home as Cass tightens around me again. I daren’t bend to kiss her, in case my wolf tempts me into marking her. Fuck I hope it works. I pray she’ll conceive. We’ve already played with fire a few times but I'd burst with pride to know we had created something so perfect together.Not because I’m some insecure dolt who thinks I need a child to bind me to my mate. All those worries about not being enough, not deserving her have vanished. Because I look into her amber eyes and see her pride in me. The same I have for her. The love she has to give shouldn't be only for me.Eventually, w

The instant I left Robyn at Mrs Berrybrow’s Inn, I knew I had to get to work. Lucas was busy galloping after Marcus, so I roped in some Beta Warriors. Hoisting and heaving huge tree trunks into position. Hammering metal spokes in until the sweat soaked through their shirt. “Come on, this has to be ready to go up by nightfall!” I bellow, the sound of chopping and sawing filling the air. “Yes Raph!” they shout back in perfect unison. While they chopped, dug, and hammered, I was running around, sending links, sorting endless shit out. I needed rope, fittings, wheels, anything I could repurpose. Men are running around like ants on my command. For her. Nobody else. I’m being selfish for the first time in my life. I almost allow myself to say ‘my mate’ but even my wolf stops me. She’s not ours yet. I’ve already stumbled when she described herself as broken. I didn’t mean she hadn’t been through things. I only meant I see her whole. No flaws. Fuck I need to get better at talking to he

I didn’t stick around to hear Robyn’s rejection. I knew she would do a good job of it. Out of everything we agreed that night, the rejection was the riskiest. Had I been in earshot, what were the odds of the Goddess taking the vows as real? To make sure that wasn’t an option, the instant those lift doors shifted my small brown wolf spinted out unseen, straight towards the river.. The freezing water took my breath awa. Next time I cross, it will be over the bridge. On horseback. Luna of Kallio. Dry and dignified.Alternatively, the next time could be my body being dumped in a sack, like Lucas heard she did with Elder Brent.He was blamed for the forest fire, lack of management, time for a change. She hadn’t addressed the grain sale. Or the inevitably furious Locksley response she must have received. She did her usual spin and rewrite. The fire was an accident. The grain distribution to all the struggling villages by her supposedly-dead sister…didn’t happen.My wolf’s frantic paws h