All Chapters of What?! We're Mates?!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun tiptoes through the floral curtains, casting a gentle warmth on the worn wooden floors and shelves laden with well-loved books. I stand before my modest vanity mirror, an unspoken excitement lighting my hazel eyes. My wardrobe is a collection of muted tones and comfortable fabrics. I slip into a shirt, a cardingan, a pair of well-worn jeans, and a comfortable pair of ankle boots.My hands move with purpose as I reach for a subtle palette of makeup. A touch of earthy eyeshadow and a stroke of mascara frame my eyes, accentuating the sparkle within, while a light pink blush and lipstick gives color to my pale complexion. I then comb my layered bangs and my brown wavy hair with my fingers, allowing some to fall on my shoulders and the rest, to my back. But, my excitement amplifies as I pick up my favorite accessory – my eyeglasses. “I can’t wait!” I giggle as I envision the events that’ll take place in a few moments from now. The wooden floor creaks beneath me as I make my way

Then, with a sudden burst of spontaneity, I change my mind. "Actually, Hugh," I say, my voice tinged with excitement, "I would love a ride home." Hugh's smile widens, a spark of delight igniting in his eyes as he holds open the passenger door for me. With a graceful movement, I slip into the luxurious interior of the car, the scent of leather and fine cologne enveloping me. “Where do you live?” Hugh asks. “Watercress Village. You can just drop me at the gates,” I reply. As we speed through the city streets, the night air rushing past us in a blur of lights and shadows, and a thrill unlike any I have experienced before writhes through me. Warmth rushes through my neck and cheeks, my heart thrums with a heady mix of excitement and apprehension, my fingers fidgeting nervously in my lap. And with every stolen glance, I find my eyes drawn to Hugh—his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigates the winding roads

The rain falls in torrents, a relentless deluge that mirrors the tumult within my heart. I sit huddled on the pavement, my shoulders hunched, my figure a mere silhouette against the backdrop of the dreary evening. The cold drops cascade down, soaking through my clothes, but I scarcely notice, lost in the storm of my own despair. With trembling hands, I clutch at myself, as if trying to hold the shattered pieces of my being together while my tears mingle with the rain on my cheeks. I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour now, my thoughts swirling in an uproar of uncertainty and fear. But through the haze of my despair, there’s a flash of silver in the distance. The metallic Pagani draws nearer, and then, with a screech of tires, the car comes to a stop before me. My heart leaps in my chest and relief washes over me when Hugh emerges from the driver's seat. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't pause to shield himself from the rain. Instead, he rushes towards me with a single-minded determ

HUGH’S POV: The air feels thick with tension as Anastasia's words hang in the air like a heavy fog. Her offer in solving my already-done romance with my ex-fiancée gives me irritation. Who does she think she is to meddle in my personal life? She’s been showing interest in my failed relationship with Yvanna since earlier. I stare at her, my fingers tapping against the armrest of the chair. Without a word, I stand up, the legs of the chair scraping against the tiled floor with a harsh sound. “Hugh, wait!” Anastasia calls.With determined steps, I make my way to the kitchen, my movements mechanical and devoid of any reason to listen to her. I reach for the bottle of my finest wine, uncorking it with ease, and pour myself a generous glass. Its crimson liquid glints in the dim light. I ignore Anastasia's call again, not even sparing a glance in her direction as I make my way towards the staircase. Upstairs, in my bedroom, I find solace in the moonlit balcony. The full moon casts a s

ANASTASIA’S POV: Our breaths mingle in the crisp air. My heart races in a way that's both riveting and scary, my eyes are wide in surprise, my mind reeling with a thousand questions, my body thrumming with an unfamiliar energy. "W-Why?" I whisper breathlessly the moment we break apart, my voice barely above a murmur. Hugh's eyes bear into mine, his expression intense yet tender. "Because you're my mate," he replies, his voice low and husky with emotion.My breath is caught in my throat, my mind struggling to process his words. Mate? The word echoes in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. "What?" I blurt out, my voice filled with disbelief. "We're mates?"Hugh nods solemnly, his gaze never leaving me. "Yes, Anastasia. When a werewolf finds their mate, they feel a thrilling sensation through touch, and an even greater kind of sensation through a kiss. It's a bond that goes beyond words, beyond reason. And I've felt it with you since the moment we met."My mind whirls with co