All Chapters of Mated To The Predator : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21The Shape-shifterDaemon.Wilder laid on the floor as if he were knocked out, his face was white and deathly pale.“What happened?” I asked as I quickly rushed to his side, trying to lift him from the ground. “His eyes are completely white, and his hair is turning white too…”Oliver stared at the scene for a few seconds before she did the unthinkable. She dashed towards the knife holders and picked up the sharpest knives she could find.“What are you doing?!” My breathing was ragged as I saw her cut her skin with it.“My blood…” She replied shakily, “My blood can save him! He is dying!” There was panic in her voice as she rushed towards Wilder's unmoving body.“How?” I was flabbergasted.How come I didn't know about this?“It just can…” She said simply and proceeded to splatter the drops of blood in his mouth.We waited for a few seconds to minutes before color returned to Wilder's face. The white hair had gone back to its natural color and his white irises turned electric

Chapter 23His WeaknessesLilian“Good evening ma'am… I'm Estelle, and I'm here to bring you up to your room.” A lovely old woman came into my line of sight two minutes after I had taken the potion.“Oh…” I gave her my sweetest smile. “That is really nice of you. You can lead the way.” I nodded to her, and she smiled back at me.“This way please…”Even with how old she looked, I was surprised by how swiftly she moved and somehow, watching her confidence and posture, I saw myself making conversations with her.“I'm Lilian Hawthorn, by the way…” I introduced myself to her as I fell in step beside her. “I'm Daemon's mate.”I noted the look of shock on her face and continued. “I know. I know. So unbelievable, right? The whole “predators don't get mated thingy”, and suddenly, poof, I'm here!”She paused in her steps and stared at me for a few seconds. “He didn't mention any of that to me.” She said in her steeply slow voice. “I wonder why…” She sighed. “He usually tells me everything, and

Chapter 25HistoriesLilian.Estelle wasn't awake when I decided to explore Daemon's home. It was colossal that one could get lost in it.“Hey…" A soft voice called out to me, and I turned.“Hey…" I replied to her, smiling. “It's stupid for me to ask, I know, but how many people live here?”She gave a cute giggle and replied. “Well, I'm not so sure myself. I mean, I've only been here for a week, and I've gotten lost a couple of times. Plus, I haven't really met that many people since I came here.”“I guess we are in the same boat.” I gave her my sweetest smile, “You know what?” I gave her a mischievous look. “Why don't we explore this mansion together? That way, we won't feel so lonely if we get lost. What do you say?”Her face drew up in a light-hearted smile as she giggled, and then, I hooked my arm in hers about to go on the little adventure. Immediately our hands touched, I felt my arm tingle in some sort of familiarity. I felt like I knew her, and yet, I couldn't place where I ha

Chapter 27The Little PlanLilian.I located the living room after I had an early lunch and a lot of discussion with Estelle. Daemon sat leaning into the expensive leather couch with Oliver resting her head in his lap.“Hey, Daemon.” I gave him a small sweet smile, and he sighed, looking away from me.“Have you finally made your decision?” His voice was thick and husky as he looked over at me.A small laugh escaped my throat as I looked towards Oliver, who was giving Daemon a look with those siren eyes of hers. “I don't think you understand that I'm not giving up on you anytime soon. I know this is just a phase you're going through, it will pass soon enough.”“Getting bolder and more confident, I see…” Oliver noted, barely giving me any glance. “Perhaps, does it have anything to do with Daemon ridiculing you earlier? Do you think suddenly upping your self-esteem and confidence will change your mind?”“Ah! My poor heart,” I faked tears of agony. “How could I be so stupid to think that

Chapter 29Not My VoiceLilian.I woke up with a start. Sweat beaded my forehead, and I was panting and gasping for breath. My temperature had skyrocketed, and my pulse was racing. I knew I had a bad dream, but I couldn't grasp the details of the dream.“You're awake…" I heard a cold voice beside me and jumped, startled.“Kieran Masters!” I gritted my teeth in irritation. “What is it now? What do you want?”He gave me a grim look and handed the journals back to me. “This is a really archaic journal. The language is in the first language spoken by werewolves when they were created…"“So?” I snapped at him, not understanding what he wanted or where he was going. I was still reeling from the shock of having a nightmare that I did not want to deal with Kieran's grumbling.“So, I can't translate it. It is over seven centuries old.”I shrugged at him. “Well, that's your problem, not mine.”He pursed his lips before giving me a distasteful stare. “Do you realize that you are feeble without