บททั้งหมดของ My Step Uncle is my Mate : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

_Chase’s POV_I stood frozen, my gaze locked onto the unthinkable scene before me. Vivian was entwined with another werewolf, their half-naked bodies pressed together in a scandalous position, and I knew it would only be a few seconds before he would be sticking his rock hard shaft inside of her.Surprise slammed into me like a freight train, followed closely by anger. How could she?But as I processed the image, relief seeped in, cooling my heated emotions. I wasn't tied to her anymore.I cleared my throat, announcing my presence.The two sprang apart, their eyes wide like deer caught in headlights.The low-ranking werewolf bowed hastily and scurried away, abandoning Vivian to face me alone.Vivian's expression transformed from shock to pleading, her eyes welling up with tears."Chase, please understand—""Understand?" I repeated, my voice low and menacing. "You're asking me to understand?"Vivian's hands reached out, grasping for me, but I stepped back, evading her touch like she wo

I woke up to an empty bed, my heart racing as fear gripped me. Had it all been a lie? Had Chase reverted to his distant self? I scrambled to sit up, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of him.Panic set in, my mind replaying the events of the previous day. Had I misinterpreted his words, his actions? Was I foolish to trust him again?My chest constricted, and breathing became a difficult task as tears began to blur my vision.Just as I was about to give in to despair, I heard a faint clattering from downstairs. My ears perked up, and I threw off the covers, rushing to investigate.As I descended the stairs, the aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee enveloped me, calming my nerves. I turned the corner into the kitchen, and my eyes landed on Chase.His bare back was to me, muscles rippling as he expertly flipped pancakes on the stove. My fear dissipated, replaced by a warm flutter in my chest.I took a moment to appreciate the perfection of his physique, my gaze tracing t

I woke up in Chase's arms, just like I’d done every day in the past four days, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. His chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, his heart beating steadily beneath my ear.I smiled in content. There was really nothing better than this. Just me and Chase in our own little world."Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky."Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Chase's lips brushed against my hair, sending shivers down my spine."Today's ours," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "No pack business, no distractions. Just us."My heart skipped a beat.I was almost tempted to tell him that he had said the same thing yesterday and the day before that. We had spent so much time together, and I felt an intimacy, a deeper connection with him that wasn’t sexual, since he wouldn’t touch me till “he was sure I’d forgiven him”.But I had. Truly, I had, and it wasn’t because of the sex– well, it is– but I saw his effort, and I appreciate

After Chase left, the room felt eerily quiet, like a part of me had been ripped away. I wandered aimlessly, my thoughts consumed by him. His captivating smile, his infectious laughter, his piercing eyes – every detail about him lingered in my mind, taunting me.And last night…..God!Just the memory of it had me feeling moist and everything down south of me tightened.I drifted to the window, gazing out at the city below, searching for a distraction from the ache in my chest. The sun's warmth on my skin was a poor substitute for Chase's gentle touch."I miss you already," I whispered, feeling the weight of his absence.To shake off the loneliness, I picked up my book and settled into the plush couch. But the words blurred together, and my mind kept drifting back to Chase. Our conversations, our laughs, our stolen glances – every memory replayed like a cherished film.Time ticked by, and my stomach growled, reminding me I needed sustenance. I picked up the phone and dialed room service,

_Chase’s POV_I slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind like a thick fog. The fluorescent lights above blinded me, forcing me to squint against their harsh glare. Where was I? The antiseptic scent and steady beep of machines told me I was in a hospital, a place where the vulnerable came to heal. But I wasn't vulnerable. I was an Alpha.My gaze drifted down to my arm, IV tubes snaking into my vein like slender snakes. A dull ache throbbed through my body, a reminder of the trauma I'd endured. But I ignored it, my mind consumed by a singular thought:Elodie."Alpha, please calm down," a gentle voice whispered beside me, laced with a hint of fear.I turned to face the nurse, my eyes scanning the room frantically. The hospital staff exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. "Where's Elodie?" I demanded, my voice hoarse from lack of use.The nurse's expression softened, but her eyes darted to the door, seeking escape."Alpha, you need to rest. You suffered a second-degree bu