VICTOR I carved a hand through my hair as the blistering water cascaded down my taut muscles. The sweltering heat did nothing to rid my body of its tension. My guilt refused to swirl down the drain with the soap suds from my body and hair. Maybe it wasn't even guilt anymore. Maybe it was the fact that I missed Saint. I found myself seeking her out during my day. When I needed something done, I'd begin to instruct her only to realize she wasn't there. When I needed to share something, I sought her out. When the pack house was finally complete I couldn't even step into it. I could barely step into my apartment without being reminded of the girl. The girl who never got the chance to fully live. Once the doctor had cleared Dea, she returned to her usual routine. I saw her on the weekends now, unable to bear the thought of entering my apartment. Besides that, I had a lot of work to complete in the sanctuary. Tania had placed a ward around the sanctuary's border. Only wolves I trusted c
DEA"Dea, Angel, I'm home." Crystal blue eyes glimmered up at me from the living room rug, filled with mirth and warmth like I had never known. "In here, Papa," she yelled as she pushed herself onto her feet. Angel was ten now. She was a surprise to both Victor and I. We weren't trying for her. At the time, we spent more time apart than we did together—me pursuing my career while he did his thing as alpha. It worked out for us in the best possible way. I managed to go on exhibitions and tours, conduct experiments, and travel the world with Victor. Two years of living that life until one morning I found out I was expecting. And then everything changed. Now she was ten. Now I lived in the sanctuary as a full-time mom and Luna of the pack, and I didn't regret a thing about it. Especially since I couldn't explain my lack of aging to the people around me. Erica was the only one from my outside life to visit me, otherwise, I didn't care for the rest.Victor filled the doorway with his
***Author's Note:This is the sixth and final book in the Mate Series. You may not understand what is going on without reading the first five books in the series. Those are as follows:Book one: P.S. You're my mateBook two: She's my mateBook three: I'm his mateBook four: His warm-blooded mateBook five: The queen's mateAll books in the series are unedited so you will find flaws, spelling and grammar errors, and other errors. The books do improve over time from the first one since the first book was written in 2019-2020. Enjoy the series. ____________________________VICTORI never thought of myself as anything special but the world around me and the Goddess had labeled me special from birth. My life wasn't easy. I had witnessed atrocities I never thought were possible and made mistakes that led me to where I was today. Being an Alpha wasn't my choice. It wasn't my birthright but rather something thrust on me by a depraved man. Now, I stood as the ruler of the rogues. I was their
DEAIt was my fault. I should have paid attention and seen exactly where I was walking. Then again, I would have been able to see better if I knew where my damn glasses were. I was in a rush and my mind was so preoccupied that I had left my apartment without them. It was for that very reason I always kept a spare set in my handbag. One could tell this wasn't my first time displacing my glasses. You'd think I would have learned my lesson considering I had worn them for the majority of my life. I thought getting contact lenses would help my cause but they only made things worse. They were a pain to put in and take out—but beauty was pain and I, apparently, liked to suffer. I rifled through my handbag—a handbag filled with junk I needed to clean out but never found the time considering my busy schedule—for my extra set of glasses. My head was down, that was my mistake. I should have, at the very least, glanced up once. That was the logical thing to do. But, it wouldn't have made a diff
VICTORDea.Her name rang in my head like a symphony on repeat. I almost wished I had a tongue so I could roll the beautiful name off it and hear the way it sounded in my gruff, accentuated voice. She was human that was why she couldn't feel the electricity that passed between us. Even if she had felt it, her mind probably didn't linger too long on the sensation. She didn't know. She couldn't know. I was out running errands when I caught a whiff of her cherry blossom scent. It carried on the wind, enticing me to follow her. The beast beneath my skin bristled impatiently as I tracked her through the throngs of people, aching to set my eyes on her. I couldn't believe it. Even after finally seeing her, the disbelief of it all still plagued my mind. I thought I was slowly going insane, that I wasn't on the brink of insanity anymore but I had fallen over and had lost all my senses. But no, there she was. My mate. Dea was gorgeous. She hadn't noticed me at first as she dug into her hand
DEAI wondered how many people found themselves awake at night, simply glaring up at the ceiling while they contemplated their life. My thoughts made it impossible to sleep, or maybe that was the cup of coffee I drank before bed. No, it was probably both as well as Jason's snoring.He sounded like a hippocampus giving birth. How was anybody meant to get sleep with that sound incessantly booming in their ears? I shuffled beneath the sheets until I was on my side, facing him. Jason Yates was good-looking, I suppose. He had the average male height and build going for him with soft features. His reddish-brown hair had streaks of silver through it and crow's feet lined his eyes. He was starting to wear his age even at the young age of thirty. There was a fresh coat of stubble on his jaw and cheeks—which weren't that well defined since he had a tiny double chin and his lips were two thin, pale lines on his face. It never mattered to me how he looked, though. It was always the way he thoug
VICTORI was convinced I had the shittiest fate. There was no wolf out there who was dealt a shittier hand than me. As if finding out my mate was a human wasn't bad enough, she was both a scientist and had a boyfriend. She was in a relationship with someone I assumed she loved, or she wouldn't have been with him. I had been through this once and wasn't about to go through it again. The last time, it was my fault. Sydney, the Alpha of Alphas, had her fated mate but I still chose to pursue her. That ended badly for me. I rubbed the phantom ache which emitted from the four, blazing red claw wounds going across my chest. It was during the first attack from Quade's—Sydney's mate—pack that I earned these. That was the night I had to give Sydney up. But she ended up with the person she belonged with. Whereas, I ended up alone and taking over one of the largest 'packs' in the world. There were so many rogues across the world and I was an Alpha to them all. It meant that my pack expanded all
DEA"You know, maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, it will stop bothering you," Erica mused as she stirred yet another sachet of sugar into her coffee—she was probably on the fifth packet, I lost count after the third. We were in my favorite coffee shop for lunch since it was a rare day when we both weren't completely swamped with work. I sipped on my pumpkin spice ice latte and sighed in relief. Truly, ice coffee was the essence of life, and of this, I was a hundred percent certain—I was a scientist with a doctorate, after all, I knew my shit. That made me sound like a conceited peacock flaunting my shit. I grimaced at the thought and placed my ice latte on the table, "Something happened last night and it's been bothering me ever since.""Okay, that much I've established. You walked into work with a sour face and it's gotten worse," Erica deadpanned with a tight-lipped smile when I cut her a glare, "you wear your emotions on your face, Dea. It's difficult not to notice when