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38. Cassie
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His Unlovable Mate 39. Ayr
Beta Cesar followed us down to the stables with two surly brown-haired deputies. His dark hair and sideburns made his jade eyes pop with colour. He was quiet, methodically prepping the horse's bridles and saddles, placing his heavy armour on his torso. I tried to imagine Cass existing with someone so comfortable with silence. Impossible.The three of us were dressed in black, Lucas and I wearing our heavy metal chainmail on top. The stable crackled with unspoken tension. It feels everyone has a different agenda to the one declared to Luna Elle.I snapped at the group, “Can we get moving?”“Of course, Alpha,” Cesar answered steadily, but without a trace of respect. Both of us are pretending Cass isn’t at the heart of this chase. He knows she is still alive. He was part of the group hunting her at Pemberton. Four years of guarding my mate, did he never look and realise the wonder of her? She struck me, and not just literally, since the instant we met. Has he really remained loyal to
His Unlovable Mate 40. Cassie
Everything felt too easy. The six lumbering carts took forever to get moving. No guards came charging. Multiple tons of grain, a huge unavoidable convoy diverting away from the standard road towards the river bridge, during the afternoon and nothing? “You’re paranoid,” Robyn hissed as I stood up in my stirrups and surveyed the land around us. “There’s nobody there! Corbin wouldn’t get it wrong. He trusts these men. Do you think he’d lead us into danger? His sister?” “No, no, I don’t. I like Corbin. He seems like a good guy,” I whisper back. He listened to my idea to shift, too. There was no arrogance to his leadership.Those who shifted too often in a pack were often scorned. I thought it was mysterious, a chance to look at the world in a different way. Elle, of course, found it barbaric, but then you can’t stick a corset and hoist up a cleavage on a canine. Watching the attack today, I made a quiet little promise to myself. When I find myself alone, with some safe space, my wolf s
His Unlovable Mate 41. Ayr
Exhaustion seeps through to my core. With no sleep and almost constant horse riding it’s left every limb crying out for a mattress and a “get the hell away” sign for the door. But there is no time. Not when Elle has walked me into some kind of stand-off. Her mother’s dark brown eyes, round and wide like a doe look up at Lucas and I, pleading for help. Her fat cheeks are shining with silent tears. /Alpha…I think, maybe…shit/ Lucas starts, but I’ve got nothing, I’m as clueless as him right now. Thankfully, Elle appears in a talkative mood. She picks up the blade but allows its end to trail along the wooden table, ignoring the scratch marks left on the glossy veneer. “So, the exiles got away? A huge fire just before we pounced! Now, what are the odds of that?” Elle’s eyes were wide, innocent. “And falling off your horse Ayr, chasing shadows, how unfortunate.” “I see there is no need to give you a report, Luna Elle,” I reply stiffly. I’m so done with this shit. Thinking I could poss
His Unlovable Mate 42. Cassie
My gamble paid off. Every guard and soldier worth employing must be trying to round up Corbin’s men. WIth guilt squeezing at my chest I hoped they got away. This whole heist was driven by me, and I’ve run away. Because I’m finally choosing happiness. The life I want. It’s going to be me and Ayr. I’m already imagining being back in his packhouse. That huge bed, drowning in cushions and caresses. Or the cliff packhouse, once I’ve had everything of Elle’s burned and thrown out.. I just need Ayr. The rough, primal conquering of my body bound me to him. But it was his tender, understanding patience, which brought me to my knees. Holding my hand against his chest, gently bathing me and holding me while I slept. His fingers trailing over my skin. Treasuring me. But to get to that blissful state again, I need to move an awkward, crooked-nosed obstacle. My sister. The plotting, snakelike creature who killed her own father for a shot at the throne. I tethered Pepper back where I first fou
His Unlovable Mate 43. Ayr
Elle is merciless. Utterly ruthless in her desire to crush her sister. Only now am I realising how far she will go. The idea I could somehow ride out this union, using my influence to manage two packs, is laughable. Pathetic even. She had a plan for everything. In constant touch with the jade-eyed robed cunt Cesar she pulled every string. All with a sickly sweet smile of victory. Hint to Cass about the truth - Cesar drops the banner. Cass dies. Try to harm Elle - Cesar drops the banner. Cass dies. Then Lucas and I die for good measure. Injure myself, cause any diversion. Cesar drops the banner. Cass dies. Twisting my head I searched around the beige and gold royal bedroom for a sign, anything that could help. Every vein raced with painful adrenalin. I've stood in front of dozens of enemies and stared death in the face before. Slashed and hacked my way through flesh and bone. But this fucking demon in pink silk is the one to break me. Elle sauntered to her vanity unit, checking
His Unlovable Mate 44. Ayr
Lucas and I were immediately escorted out of Kallio by a dozen guards. All of them armed, eager to shred us. Elder Cesar stayed with Luna Elle. The so-called victim. He doesn’t believe she’ll slit his throat the instant he ceases to be useful. Annoyingly, I can see I’ve never been important to Elle in any way. I’ve only been useful as a way to hurt Cass. Something I’ve enabled over and over. I know the guards will be mindlinking back to base. To Cesar and Elle. Elder Cesar's place is within those looming white cliffs now. No doubt toasting success with his devious scheming bitch of a Luna. I should have broken her fucking neck. But then my mind replays the sickening lurch of the banner. Where Cass almost died. Even though it hurts like hell, I'd save her every time. Even so, I hate myself for saying I loved Elle. I hate every single statement I was forced to utter. The alternative reality Cass now believed in, where I apparently schemed to kill her father, laughing at her every s
His Unlovable Mate 45. Cassie
Without food, money, or shelter, I had no choice but to remain in my wolf’s natural form for over a week. With her spirit in charge, our communication adjusted. From the nudges, little feelings, and associations she could conjure up before, now dominating our form, I could experience so much more of her. Whilst I didn’t have full control of my wolf's actions, it felt like being a cocoon. A warm, safe space. Away from Ayr. Blocking the replays of what I heard. My plans for revenge melting into fiery heartbreak. I don’t even know him. Not really. I just trusted the way he made me feel. My wolf managed to place all that hurt into another compartment of our consciousness and banish it. I welcomed the escape. I feel too weak and stupid to do anything but listen to my wolf right now, the only bond I can trust in this world. Sprinting through the trees, finding shelter, hunting, and killing prey. I saw everything through nature's eyes. Low to the ground, every scent is intense and power
His Unlovable Mate 46. Marcus
As Ayr’s cousin, I was always destined to stand in his shadow. Older, stronger, broader. Fuck me he was even blonder, somehow. I never resented him for a second. Instead, even as a young boy, I wanted to impress him. My father was his father's most trusted Beta. All I wanted was to follow in the same footsteps. Except somehow, I've become the token court jester-gigolo. Mainly because I'm funny as fuck. Possibly it's because I'm the only person to have seen behind the Alpha title. The Ayr who is actually as normal as any man in his pack. Who is terrified of letting everyone down. Anyway, I am not as sleazy as they make out. In fact, after a while, most Volare girls just wanted to say they’d been with me. A badge of honour. I went along with it. They titter with their friends and brag about the size of my cock, the things I can do with my tongue. It’s not a bad reputation to suffer. Plus it’s one hundred percent accurate. I am amazing. They all want Ayr really. I’m not an idiot. Th
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