All Chapters of The Lycan's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At first, I was tongue-tied. I hadn't expected her to put the microscope on me so abruptly. "Let's be honest here. Haven't you had your eye on Arthur?" she asked, motioning to him when I didn't answer. My chest tightened in astonishment as I scoffed. Carefully, I assessed the situation to make sure I kept my emotions to a minimum. She'd remember any weakness I showed. I figured she was asking to see if I'd squirm, but she was in for her own surprise. I wasn't going to be silent. As I was about to speak, Arthur butted in."Pipe down, Catherine," he insisted. "There's nothing going on between us." For a second, I felt derailed. Our relationship really wasn’t much—he wasn’t wrong about that. What am I even fantasizing about? I sighed."To answer your question," I interjected, "I don't have a mate, but I plan to find someone who is suitable for me in the future."Catherine stared at me. I noticed that Arthur's mouth turned down slightly in disappointment. That w

When I arrived at Arthur's favorite restaurant, I entered from the cold rain. It was a relief to be inside where it was warm and dry. I shook then folded my umbrella and asked the host where Arthur was."He's over there, Miss Ophelia.""Thanks."He was at the same table we had sat at after the hospital and Leo fiasco. A few tables down, I noticed someone else nearby. My heart sank. It was Catherine. "Arthur, don't sit there alone. Please come and join me." She waved to him as I stood next to him. Was she doing this just because I showed up when I did? "Do you think I have nothing better to do than sit down and eat steak with you? I'm a busy Alpha."Catherine's face flushed and her cheeks became instantly rosy in embarrassment. She turned her head and went back to her drink. "Let's not wait any longer. Bring him up," Arthur said. I looked up at him for a clue about what was about to happen. "What's going on?" I asked but I could tell that whatever he had

Arthur's POV As I headed back toward my pack my mind whirled in confusion. And on the subject of Ophelia: what did I feel for her? I tried to tell myself that she was my breeder and nothing more. It was strictly an employer-employee relationship. If I felt protective of her it was because she was my responsibility, nothing more. And besides, she obviously cared for and got along well with, Taylor. So what was wrong with ensuring that she remained healthy and safe? Absolutely nothing was wrong with that, I assured myself as I made a left turn, straining to see the road in the darkness. I needed to focus on work. There was a reason I didn't have a Luna. It was a distraction I could ill afford. Allowing myself to worry over Ophelia was just as bad as if I had a true Luna, I admitted ruefully. I was being ridiculous. As I rounded the corner, I noticed a car creeping up behind mine. It was late, and I immediately became suspicious. It was unusual for another car to be out in

Ophelia's POV To my utter dismay, it was Catherine who stood before me. It was as if I had somehow accidentally summoned her by thinking about her. The way one might conjure a demon from the depths of hell. Given what she was putting me through, it seemed an apt comparison. If that was the case, that I was somehow indirectly responsible for her presence, then I desperately wished I could take it back. There was no one on earth who I wanted to encounter less than Catherine. "Ophelia, I knew I would find you here," Catherine sneered, looking down at me in utter distaste as if I were a cockroach she happened to spy scurrying across her floor. "We need to talk." "That won't be necessary. I was just leaving," I assured her, grabbing my coat hastily and heading for the door. "I'm sure you and Taylor have many important things to discuss, and I have no desire to intrude." I also have no desire to see you, I thought, perhaps unkindly, but the woman was driving me insane. She even

It occurred to me that my illness may be making me feel naughtier as I willfully pulled him closer to me.Despite the murkiness of my judgment, I had no choice but to throw caution to the wind. I gave into his bold kiss and pressed my soft lips to his. He cradled my head in his left hand as his mouth melded with mine. I whimpered as he petted me. Though I was losing myself in the moment, I held tightly onto the thought that I refused to be another man's plaything. It was imperative that I not risk disappointingly falling in love with Arthur simply because we'd crossed boundaries. Compromising wasn't an option.The life inside me was enough to keep me steadfast, I hoped. I'd have to refrain from allowing my heart to be completely swept up in my hopes for love and happiness. My pup was more important than trying to figure out my and Arthur's convoluted arrangement.Plus, I refused to cause problems for someone else in a relationship, no matter how much I didn't want it to happen. T