All Chapters of Alpha's Pure Blood Mate: The Forsaken: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

As the bathroom door creaked open, Eleanor emerged, her face pale. My eyes widened with concern as I approached her. Eleanor's usually impeccable hair was now tangled and damp, her eyes sunken and her skin sallow. She had also washed off her make-up she spent so much time on. She leaned against the doorframe, her hand on her stomach, as if still trying to catch her breath."Are you okay?" I asked worried as I approached her."Don't come near me! Stay there." She said weakly and I stopped on my steps.I felt a surge of worry as I watched her, my mind racing with possibilities. She suddenly had the urge to throw up after sniffing on the croissant I had brought from the kitchen. Maybe she was allergic to something in it?Eleanor's gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I saw a flicker of embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes, followed by a stern warning. Eleanor's lips pressed together, and she shook her head slightly, as if to say, "Don't ask, don't tell."I no

The grand ballroom was abuzz with excitement and elegance, filled with the cream of society, all gathered to see and be seen. The air was electric with anticipation, as guests mingled and chatted, their laughter and conversations mingling with the sweet strains of the orchestra. Everyone showcasing their lovely outfits, wanting to outshine the other.Gentlemen, dashing in their finery, escorted their partners with ease, their eyes shining with charm and sophistication.Candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over the scene, as the scent of flowers and expensive perfume wafted through the air. The dance floor was a whirlwind of movement, with couples gliding with ease across the floor in perfect harmony.Servants moved discreetly through the crowds, refilling glasses and offering delicate canapés, their faces expressionless but their eyes shining with curiosity as they moved around."Make sure we aren't out of champagne." Gina ordered the servants. Miss Felice was with the Pack mast

I followed Ethel through the winding corridors of the grand estate, my mind racing with curiosity. What could Ethel Lane want to discuss with me in private? We have nothing to do with each other.As we walked, the sounds of the ball grew fainter, replaced by the soft rustling of Ethel's gown and the creaking of the old wooden floorboards. We eventually arrived at a small, secluded garden, surrounded by tall hedges and filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers at the edge of the Troy mansion.Ethel stopped beneath a willow tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. She turned to me, her expression neutral."Iris, I wanted to speak with you about my husband, Archie. I am sure you are very familiar with him," Ethel began, her voice gentle but firm. "I know he still has feelings for you, and I understand why. You were his first love, after all."Feelings? What feelings? He must be very stupid and those feelings can rot with him for all I care."But I must ask you, Iris, to sta

His fingers brushed softly against my lips as he tilted my head upwards. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he drew close and placed his lips on mine. I didn't struggle, neither did I reject his kiss, because I wanted it as much as he did. Now, at this moment, all I could think about was him and I, in this very moment, sharing our breaths so passionately.His hands reached for my waist as he slowly pulled my body closer to his, I instinctively wrapped my hands across his broad shoulders as I deepened the kiss. His tongue softly glazing mine as we shared saliva. It was a soft alluring kiss and being in his arms like this made me completely forget how utterly wrong this was. But my brain was numb, numb to any form of reasoning as I pressed my body against his in an attempt to close any little space between us.His tongue explored my mouth, and I sucked his whenever I had the chance, he kissed my lips softly as his hands moved lower and grabbed my ass. I moaned softly into his mo

~ Leigh's POV ~"Ugh, why won't it just stop?!" I grumbled as my alarm clock shrieked in my ear, piercing through my sleep-addled brain. I groggily reached over to silence it, but instead of turning it off, I tossed it to the other side of the bed. The ringing continued, taunting me. I was too tired for this.I grumbled, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. I made my way to the clock and slapped the snooze button."Blissful silence!" I heaved a breath of relief. I should probably start getting ready for the task ahead. Today was the ball and I was in charge of everything, so I needed to be up early and arrange for all the necessary things and ensure everything is in place. But as I turned to head to the bathroom, I caught sight of my bed, my gaze fell upon the rumpled sheets and inviting pillows."Just five more minutes..." I told myself, crawling back into bed and snuggling under the warm covers."This was nice..." I muttered. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness envelop