All Chapters of What?! We're Mates?!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As I glide through the grand porch of the mansion, my every step echoes with the weight of my arrogance. My sleek dress trails behind me, a cascade of bloody red silk, matching the depths of my eyes that sparkles with a cruel amusement. Hugh and Anastasia stand by the entrance, their gazes trailing after me with disdain and discomfort. Yet, I barely spare them a glance, my smirk widening as I relish in their discomfort. The Omegas offer to escort me but I pay them no mind. I just walk past them and make my way towards the dining area where the dinner will obviously happen. With a flourish, I settle myself into one of the ornate chairs, my posture exuding an effortless grace through the walled mirror. I watch with barely concealed amusement as Alpha Primo, Luna Cersei, Hugh, and Anastasia join me at the table, each wearing a facade of composure that thinly veils the tension simmering beneath the surface. The air continues to crackle with palpable animosity, yet I remain untouched

The air keeps getting thicker and heavier with tension, suffocating me and the others. I’m still on the edge of my bed, my distress still palpable as I stare into the void, my mind still swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anastasia’s head is gently resting on my rigid shoulder, her arms wrap around my weakened form. Across the room are mom and dad, their faces etched with lines of worry and sorrow. They too, like me, are shocked and refuse to easily believe Yvanna’s revelation, that’s why they demand another confirmation, which is more likely another blow to our already shattered hopes and dreams. I know that we’re all grasping for straws, still, I wait with the tiniest hope in my heart for the medical records to be authenticated. After some moments of agony, there’s a knock on the door, then it creaks open, and the pack's Chief Beta enters, his countenance mirroring the anguish that hangs heavy in the room. In his hands, he’s clutching the medical records, his steps hesi

I, my fur bristling with anticipation, move with a predatory grace, my narrow eyes fixed only on Dwight. Dwight, his own lupine form tense and poised, never falters under my deadly glare, in fact, he enjoys it with a steely determination. Around us, the air crackles with tension as some wolves watch with bated breath, knowing that any interference will be met with swift reprisal from both sides. This is a battle that has been a long time coming, a clash of wills that can only be settled in blood. As me and Dwight draw closer, the tension in the air escalates further, each step bringing us nearer to our inevitable confrontation. There are no words between us, no need for explanations or apologies. Only the primal instinct to survive, to emerge triumphant at any cost. "You think you can defeat me, uh?" Dwight's voice is low and dangerous, a rumble of thunder on the horizon. "You still refuse to acknowledge that I’m more capable of being the leader of this pack than you are. I’m alwa

My dreams dance on the edges of my consciousness, a haze of warmth and comfort wrapping around me like a cocoon. But as something soft caresses my face, gentle and soothing, I stir from my slumber, blinking against the intrusion of light. My vision adjusts slowly, revealing the silhouette of a figure bathed in sunlight, a familiar scent and soft chuckles drifting towards me. "Hugh?" I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. "You're awake now?""I am," comes the gentle reply, accompanied by the sound of movement. "Sorry I've woken you up."My heart skips a beat as I jolt into a sitting position, my eyes wide with disbelief as I take in the sight before me. There, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, is Hugh, his form tangible and real, a living, breathing presence that banishes the shadows of doubt that has haunted my dreams. Though bandaged and bruised, he’s awake, his eyes meeting mine with relief and gratitude.Tears well in my eyes as I throw myself into his arms, my embrace fierce with t

The following day dawns with a sense of anticipation as me, accompanied by Luna Cersei and two Omegas, set out on our mission to find the perfect wedding gown. Despite my reservations about shopping in the same bridal boutique I had visited with Yvanna before, I find myself drawn into Luna Cersei's world of extravagance and luxury. The bridal boutique Luna Cersei has chosen looks like something out of a magazine taken out of New York Fashion Week, its opulent façade beckoning us inside with promises of elegance and refinement. As we enter, we’re greeted warmly by the staff, who escort us to a luxurious seating area adorned with full-length mirrors. I’m overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all as if it’s my first time entering such an opulent place ever since meeting Hugh, the extravagant surroundings a stark contrast to my simple tastes. One of the staff politely leads me deeper into the shop, my eyes widening at the sight of a large fitting room that can easily be compared to the siz