All Chapters of Dare To Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CARLY WOODS POV Open up.Open up.The weight of command on those two words left me frozen to the floor, my feet found it difficult to move at first, but when the sound of the knock came again, I scurried to the door, hastily swinging it open.Still in shock, I gawked at a brooding Beta Ian who had a slightly annoyed yet worried expression and I found myself wondering how he managed to pull that off.Beta Ian Diaz towered over me in a 6'8 posture, his jet black hair pulled up in a neat bun that not even a single hair was out of place. He was dressed in a pair of wheat-colored linen pants, a white full-sleeved shirt that feet him nicely over his muscled torso, and his feet were clad in what looked like expensive leather shoes."Beta Ian." I drawled, my fingers gingerly swiping at my face and nose. "What are you doing here?" Try as I might, I couldn't shake the bewilderment from dripping from my voice.At first, Ian said nothing. He just stood there, eyes switching between my hands and

CARLY WOODS POV I groaned in irritation as glaring light from the sun hit my face, successfully snagging me out of my peaceful slumber.My hands fumbled around in wild search of a pillow to block out the light rays. I must have forgotten to pull the blinds the night before.I've never been a morning person even though my body has been accustomed to waking up early in the park house for morning chores.After about fifteen minutes of tossing and being unable to fall back asleep, I decided it was time to get started with my day.It's not like I had anything tangible to do here, Alice, the housekeeper made sure everything was in place and omegas are usually sent here for cleanup. It seems being pregnant was the only thing in my job description.I stared into my honey-brown eyes with tiny golden flecks that I shared with my father, I winced at the sight of my hair that was no different from a badly knitted bird nest and my nightdress was a wrinkled mess.I splashed some water on my face b

ADDISON'S POV It was starting to be fun. Putting this lowly omega in her place was starting to be fun. She'd stubbed out too far with Jace and now she just had to face the music. "How long is this going to take?" Ophelia huffed, peeling her gaze from her phone, "Could we just get this done with?""Could you just shut the hell up you're starting to grow annoying." I hissed already irritated by her headless rambles She shrugged and relaxed in the bar of Jace's mansion. I poured us some more tequila, relaxed in the bar, and allowed my mind to wander freely.Timing was everything and just like Ophelia, I was starting to run out of patience. I tabbed off the butt of my cigarette and took another drag of the cigarette. Carly was assigned to clean out my room a task aimed at letting the entire pack know of the stuff that runt was truly made of. My jewelry collection was an optimal temptation one she could never resist. "I hope the half-heart gold necklace has been just where it'

JACE BALDWIN POVI was in my office in the pack house with my Beta, Ian Diaz, and Gamma, Nate Moore, after a stressful day of lengthy meetings and driving about to and from the Crescent Hill pack to form allies should Darren, the leader of the Outlanders- the rouge group, decide to launch an attack when Lykos and I are weakened from the Gaia curse.In my office, there was a tall walnut bookshelf lining the entire right-hand wall, a comfortable sleek black leather couch, double seats, and single seats arranged in a square shape for small office meetings. There's a fireplace at the far wall that is flanked by two dominating bookshelves by the side, on the other side was a mahogany table with stacks of papers, files, a pencil holder, a MacBook computer, and a glass of whiskey I dropped a minute ago. Behind the table was a black swirl leather chair. There was a file cabinet by the wall beside my work table. On the left was a wide floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the gates. There wa

JACE BALDWIN POV The prison guard hurriedly clicked the heavy padlock that kept the barred door in place before flicking it open with a loud clattering noise as the door slammed into the brick prison wall.A whimper reached my ear and my heart constricted when Carly's curled form shifted into the wall as if trying to hide herself from intruders.Maybe to protect herself from further harm.She lay on her side, her knees pulled up to her chest, her head dropped down such that her chin rested on her knee, her right hand served as a pillow while her left hand tightened around her folded legs.Carly made no further move, she was shivering as her flimsy pale blue tank top and denim cut-offs did nothing to protect her from the cold hard floor she lay on.With a silent nod, the prison guard trotted off somewhere.Silently, I placed the small plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwich I brought along on the floor.I scanned around the tiny space that reeked of blood, sweat, cigarettes, and sal