All Chapters of Mated to the Notorious Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kate's eyelids fluttered open, light filtering through a large window emblazoned with a stylized silver wolf howling at the moon. The sterile scent of disinfectant assaulted her nose, a stark contrast to the earthy fragrance of the forest floor she was accustomed to. Her head throbbed, a dull ache radiating from a deep gash on her arm. Disoriented, she tried to sit up, the world spinning precariously. A wave of nausea threatened to engulf her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dizziness to subside.A rustle beside her drew her attention. There, nestled in a plush armchair, Deimon slumbered, his face etched with worry even in sleep. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, a reassuring rhythm in the sterile silence. Memories of the attack flooded back – the snarling humans, the searing pain, the frantic escape. But most vivid was the image of Deimon, his powerful form a shield against the hunters, his eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness.Panic clawed its way up her

The chime of the second-period bell echoed through the Academy halls, pulling Kate from the turmoil churning within her. Deimon's kiss – The memory of the kiss was a stolen ember on her lips, a searing brand against the cool afternoon air. It had begun innocently enough. Deimon, frustrated by her withdrawal after their argument, had suggested a walk to "clear the air." Hesitantly, she'd agreed, a fragile hope flickering within her.They walked in a comfortable silence, the rhythmic crunch of fallen leaves under their feet the only sound. But the quiet felt charged, a tangible tension humming between them. Kate found herself stealing glances at Deimon, his profile sharp against the dappled sunlight. He looked troubled, a furrow etched between his brows.Suddenly, Deimon stopped. He turned to face her, his eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions – frustration, concern, and something else, something deeper, that sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could process what was happenin

The morning sun cast a warm glow across the breakfast table, illuminating the simple spread of toast and fruit. Deimon sat across from Kate, a mug of coffee clutched in his hands. He seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed as he stared out the window. Kate hesitated, then cleared her throat, the sound echoing in the sudden silence."So," she began, "about Monica…"Deimon's gaze snapped towards her, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing his features. He pursed his lips, then let out a sigh. "We'll deal with her. Elara has been informed, and she'll handle it."Kate swallowed, a wave of disappointment washing over her. She wanted details, reassurance that Monica wouldn't get away with her threats. But Deimon seemed reluctant to discuss it further, and she didn't want to push him.A commotion at the door drew their attention. Killian and Eliza, both radiating an air of carefree bliss, walked in, their arms wrapped around each other. Eliza's eyes landed on Kate, a bright smile re

Deimon's heart hammered against his ribs. Ignoring Kate's choked plea, he lunged towards her, his wolf desperate to answer the call of her heat. But before he could reach her, a searing pain ripped through his mind, a wordless command from Onyx – "Hold!"Deimon skidded to a halt, the air thick with unspoken tension. Kate's eyes, glazed with desire moments ago, flickered with a spark of returning clarity. Shame washed over her face, quickly replaced by a flicker of defiance as she met Deimon's gaze.He couldn't stay. Not now. Not with Monica standing frozen in the doorway, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. With a heavy heart, Deimon mumbled a goodbye and practically bolted from the room.The following days were a test of endurance for both Kate and Deimon. Since they lived together now, Kate was a constant presence, a potent reminder of their fractured bond and the primal pull that simmered beneath the surface. Every brush of their shoulders, every shared glance in the crowded

The warehouse door rattled violently, a cacophony of banging and shouting echoing through the dusty space. For a fleeting moment, both Kate and Monica were frozen, attention snatched away from their tense standoff. Was it a rescue? Had someone stumbled upon their clandestine meeting?But the commotion died down as abruptly as it began. Silence, thick and heavy, settled once more. It was a manufactured moment, a cruel tease of hope dashed just as quickly as it arose.Monica, her earlier fury momentarily abated, gave a humorless scoff. "Just a distraction," she drawled, her gaze snapping back to Kate. "Now, where were we?"Kate, her heart still hammering in her chest, took a deep breath. The interruption, though brief, had served a purpose. It had reminded her why she couldn't let Monica win. She wouldn't let fear dictate her actions."We were talking about courage," Kate said, her voice firm. "And the fact that you, Monica, are nothing but a coward who hides behind threats and intimida