All Chapters of His Unlovable Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Devouring Ayr, my hands raking over his solid body, I barely know what I’m doing. I am reduced down to pure instinct and need. I can’t even blame my wolf. My longing for my mate is entirely my own. And I need his body, his kisses on me before I snap. Ayr’s blue eyes are swirling with rich green, his hands grabbing at the fabric of my vest top and shorts, stepping away from the door together whilst short and fierce meet my lips. When his hand quickly heads under the material of the thin vest top and makes contact with my bare skin, I have to stifle a groan. It's perfect. To be held by him is my safe haven. I should be asking him questions. How has he been? Do the Alpha’s of the Council all hate me? Are they already planning how to put someone less chaotic in charge? Is Lucas going to be okay? Why did my mother change her allegiance at the last second? Did Ayr miss me as much as I missed him? But instead, I press my lips to his, his tongue seeking mine, and wonder how I ever walked

There was no point in me securing that room from Cass. One look at the battered, broken Marcus, and I should have known Raphael wasn’t heading with me for some furtive, silly tryst. I’ve spent a week sleeping a little closer to him every night. He’s been a gentleman to the point of madness. Part of me wants to explain all the awful, useless men I’ve been tangled with. Explain why I’ve been keeping him at arms length. Yet he said, right from the start, that he doesn’t consider me broken. I remember how hurt I felt when he first said that, but I've reflected since. He just doesn’t care about my past. Not because it’s unimportant, but because he cares regardless. So I’ve finally stopped trying to find his fatal flaw. The kink in his armour that makes him like Strike and all the other shitbags I’ve known. He’s just a good man. One, who doesn’t stop watching me with those shining crimson eyes like I’m something worth noticing. Surrounded by golden opulence in the royal suite, Marcus fl

I knew Ayr wouldn’t like the bridges. But it’s for a reason. He won’t see it yet, but if his pack is not the only access, then he is not the target for attacks and takeovers. Fenton and Locksley deserve access to Kallio on their terms. It is just levelling the playing field. It’s work for hundreds of men who have been told they are worthless. Those who want to leave now have three ways out rather than being disaffected and causing trouble in Kallio. It’s a new era, in every way. I want to build boats and explore the sea once more. Why have all the Alpha’s before me allowed this huge series of cliffs to only look out to the land and not the azure blue beauty beyond? I have no intentions of being cooped up in the cliffs like Elle. I want to get out into every town and village on horseback. I check, unable to stop my voice, sounding harsh. “I am merely informing you, Alpha Ayr, there is no action required from Volare.” The room falls silent. Ayr sizing each other up down the length o

From an empty guest bedroom balcony, I watched Volare finally leave, joining the long, winding trail of the Alpha Council as it weaved its way back to Pemberton and the bridge back to their world.I tried not to wince as Raphael guided a tetchy Marcus by the hand towards the carriage. The pair exchanged fumbled hugs before Marcus no doubt cracked offered more appalling insults. From up above, I study my huge, sturdy mate, dressed in a grey shirt and black pants. He watches them leave until they are well beyond the horizon. To my surprise, he walked around the side of the cliff, out of sight before I could let him know I was there. Surely, a good mate is supposed to run after their sad partner and cheer them up. But I think he’s the kind of guy who just needs his own head space. He’ll find me when he’s ready. I think. My wolf is beyond agitated. Knowing that I love Raphael but have done nothing about it for days is leaving me edgy. Doubt begins to haunt me. It must be the early mor

I can't quite believe little Artem is almost four. Alongside his smaller sister Lucy they mean perfection and light. No children have been more blessed with love. Or more unexpected in the case of Artem who arrived almost exactly nine months after the takeover. His growth has mapped Kallio’s resurgence. His colic and sleepless nights matched with insurgence and open rebellion from some areas missing out on their bribes from Elle. His fussy food periods and hurling of dishes to the floor paired with engineering delays to the two new bridges. But his first steps saw the bridges open. His first words celebrated a return of crops, prosperity. The Silver Guard reported no scurrilous gossip, no more lingering rebels. By the time Artem took his first horse-riding lessons earlier this month, led about by me on a small pony, there was a grain surplus, Corbin and his accountants able to report nothing but good news. Cass has done it. Turned Kallio around completely. Silver and orange banners