All Chapters of My nemesis turns out to be my mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The long-anticipated day has finally arrived—the day I will marry Drew. I am filled with excitement. I recently overheard Luna discussing the alpha's plans to step down and retire, passing the mantle to his son. It’s hard to believe that I will be ruling alongside Drew, but the more I contemplate it, the happier I become. I cherish this feeling of joy and am determined to leave sadness behind. From this day forward, I will embrace love wholeheartedly, nurturing the family I will create with Drew. Together, we will cultivate a loving and joyful household.As I envisioned this moment, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard footsteps approaching, followed by a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out. A maid entered—Giselle, who has been assigned to cater to my every need. "It is time, young Luna Felicity; everyone is waiting for you," she informed me. I nodded and rose from my seat.The exquisite white wedding dress hugged my figure perfectly, accentuatin

(heavy breathing) Drew was consumed by an insatiable desire for his wife; this was the moment he had longed for, the day to finally claim her as his own, to adore every inch of her body, to unleash the passion that had simmered within him for years.A flicker of fear crossed his mind—what if he hurt her in his fervor? Yet, the overwhelming urge to devour her whole was impossible to resist. There she was, sprawled on the table, her legs entwined around his waist as their lips met in a heated kiss.He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, savoring every taste, and her tongue danced back with equal fervor. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one caught in this whirlwind of desire. His arousal pressed against her, a fierce reminder of his longing, but it still felt insufficient.In a moment of wild abandon, he found himself tugging at the seams of her dress, nearly tearing it apart with his eagerness. He hesitated, though; he didn’t want to frighten her, didn’t want

Our honeymoon has come to a close, and Luna has been incessantly questioning me how it went. It has only been two weeks since our marriage, yet she is already fixated on my abdomen, seemingly anticipating that Drew and I will soon conceive a child.I have also observed a notable change in Abigail's behavior since our return to the pack house. Prior to the mating ceremony, she would either avoid me or hurl insults in my direction when she encounters me. She treated the pack's servants with disdain, looking down on them. However, now she greets the servants with warmth and engages in light conversation with me.I shared my observations with Drew, who advised me to remain cautious of her, suggesting that her change in demeanor might be a ruse.As for Drew, he has been rather moody since we returned to the pack house. There was a particular day when he approached me, looking visibly guilty. He opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. Initially, I feared something troubling had occu

The next day, Drew resolved to fetch some peaches for Felicity. However, with Holland keeping a close watch on him, he struggled to find a way to slip away unnoticed. After some contemplation, he decided to feign tiredness and claim he needed a nap as a cover for his escape.Following a typical bout of playful training with Holland, Drew said, "Um, I'm feeling a bit tired; I think I'll take a nap." Holland raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of Drew's sudden desire for rest, as he was well aware that napping was not a usual habit for him. Having spent time caring for the boy, Holland could easily sense when Drew was up to something.Drew recognized that his excuse was weak, but it was the best he could devise. He retreated to his room and shut the door, planning to sneak out through the window. First, he needed to stay put and pretend to be asleep, anticipating that Holland would likely check on him.He lay in bed, feigning slumber. As expected, he soon h

The young Drew settled into his room, burdened by the weight of his sorrow. He had wept for his master, convinced that he was to blame for Felicity's father's death. If only he hadn't ventured to the East side, he thought. His mother had tried to comfort him, insisting that it wasn't his fault the beta had died while protecting him, but her words did little to alleviate his guilt; in fact, they only intensified it.The image of the sword embedded in Holland's back would forever haunt him. He often replayed that day in his dreams. As he gazed out of his window, his expression was devoid of emotion, resembling a lifeless boy, for he felt dead within.The Luna was deeply troubled by her son Drew's refusal to eat. The poor boy seemed intent on starving himself, unable to move past the traumatic experience he had witnessed.She took a seat beside her grieving mate and expressed her concerns. "Drew won't eat anything," she lamented, but her mate remained silent.