All Chapters of Mates Deception : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sirella’s povI decided to go to my room seeing as I was done with socializing for the day. I already had the guards on my case, the maids gossiping about me and now the prince after me again. I needed some time away from all this mess to relax and think of my next move.However, the moment I turned to leave I saw a maid in my way.“You startled me,” I said while taking my hand to my chest to soothe it.She didn’t even have the slightest remorse as he looked at me and the blood on the floor.“The alpha suggests you come to his study,” she said with a sneer on her face.“Now?” I asked. “Can it be done…”“Now,” she didn’t want as she turned around and walked towards the alphas study as I sighed and knew I had no choice but to follow. Within minutes, we got to the door as she raised her hand to knock on the door.“Get in,” his gruffly voice said as she stepped aside and bowed before walking off.I took in a deep breath before opening the door and getting in as I instantly regretted it.

Sirella’s povI sat on my bed, staring at the wall. Three sharp knocks drew my attention before the door creaked open. Immediately two men rushed in, arms full of a billowing blue fabric that caused my heart to suddenly race and my chest constrict. A maid scurried in after them, wringing her hands together so fast I feared they might twist off."The Alpha wants you with him," the maid said to me and avoided my eyes. "He wants to see the first gown."I let my hands form fists before I spit out a short, "Alright."The tailors descended on me like vultures. Cold hands tugged at my tunic. I batted them away. Stupid leeches.They hesitated, but then stepped back. The maid stayed, watching as if I might make a run for it.The gown was a weight I wasn’t used to. It felt like a hundred blankets on my back—all that synthetic fabric, the designs grinding into my shoulders as the seamstresses pinched and stitched the hemline shorter to fit me. Gorgeous,” said one of the tailors. He stepped back

Sirella’s povThe sun was rising the next day, the soft light filtering through the window and painting the floorboards a pale gold. I sat up in bed, my heart hammering delightedly already. Today was the day Alpha Donovan said we would go out into the pack.I did not want to go.I wanted to stay in my room, the one place I could find some peace. At least it would be good here, but I was also curious to see how the upper parts of the pack was.I got up and went to my bathroom to wash my face.I got out of the bathroom to see a maid had put out a dress for me. It was a soft brown, plain dress but probably the nicest thing I’d ever worn.I dressed slowly. My hands were shaking in my excitement. I brushed my hair with my mother's brush as a knock came on the door."Come in," I said, in a low voice.The door slid back and Donovan entered.He looked different in the morning light. He hadn’t worn his usual flowing, black coat today. Just a dark shirt and pants, heavy boots on his feet. His h

Sirella’s povThe next day, I went into the garden again. This time alone. I wanted to think for myself and not be cooped up in my room as I had been in a while.The sun was not so hot. All around it was still and shady; the flies, the wind, and my memory of Kieran and how I missed him. I waited here but to be honest, I didn’t know what I was waiting for.Maybe peace. Maybe answers. I didn’t know.I couldn’t shake the weird feeling in my chest from what happened with Damien. His words were like knives. I wanted to think away but they lodged in my chest, an old wound that wouldn’t heal.Suddenly I heard footsteps as I glanced up. It was Alpha Donovan. He wasn’t smiling.He walked over to me slowly and stopped directly in front of me. “May I sit?” he asked.I nodded my head. “Yes.”He sat down next to me. We didn’t say anything for a while.Then he turned to me.“You have been silent since yesterday,” he said.I nodded while looking at my hands. “I have because I don’t want to cause a

Donovan’s povI stepped back into the throne room. The noise was gone. No shouts. No angry words.The only sound was that of boots on the stone floor, and the whispering of robes as The Elders adjusted themselves in their seats.They were all there again. The council. The generals. The old advisors. Some had cups of tea. Some just sat with hands folded.I moved towards the front and glanced around the room.“Now I think everyone is calm,” I said.They turned to me. Some of them nodded, others whispered, “Yes.”I moved up to the table and took my seat at the head. “Fine,” I said, “let’s talk like wolves. We’re not children any more.”They all went still, waiting for me to say something more.I pressed forward. “So tell me what kind of plan you think we should put together. I want it all on the table. Every idea. We need to be good and right, okay? Not just strong.”Elric, the oldest of the elders, was the first to clear his throat.“I think we should put our best warriors at the east g