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Chapter 28: A Romantic Star-gazing
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My Mate, My Killer Chapter 29: Envy is a Brother
“No worries, brother. I won't harm her,” Brandon smirked, still looking at me with maliciousness in his eyes.He was not staring at my face, but at the slightly bare breasts now, thanks to the branches holding my layers of clothes and for the wind to sweep the final garment covering my chest.The skin on my neck stood to its tip the moment I met his eyes. He was looking intently at me, his head tilted to the right side as if ready to devour my soul. All the while, Zarion was in his protective stance—quiet and ready to attack whenever he needed to against his brother. “Hey, nice tits,” Brandon purred and looked at my breast. I was caught off guard and heaved a deep breath, took a step backward, and squeezed Zarion’s hands. I know Brandon’s shameless and he only said that to tease his brother, but I still couldn’t believe he said those insulting words in front of us. And those words triggered Zarion. “Indeed.” The two brothers started growling at each other. Brandon discarded his clot
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 30: Seek Help
Now is the time to throw childish tantrums. “Zarion, I am not going back!” “You have to.” He held my shoulders. And for a second, I felt his fingers trembling. “Okay. Listen to me, Cassidy. Brandon will kill you. He wants you gone, as far as I know, he wants you gone the first time you step on Madfur Claws Pack. The thing he told you back there?” he pointed to the door of the cabin, pertaining to what happened in the woods. “He’s not going to undergo the process of rejection because, for him, it’s a waste of time!” “But—”“And you are his mate.” Zarion managed to speak first. “Your scent is strong and addictive and irresistible in his system. He will always find you. Even though his body doesn’t want it, his soul is aching for a piece of you. He may loathe it so much, but he couldn’t do anything because that’s just his fate. You are his fate. Do you understand what this means?” He shook my shoulders once more. All I did was stare at him, at his lips….I shook my head. “It means you
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 31: Back to the Pack
“I am seeking help from you. And you are helping me.”“That’s not what I meant!” Both of them shared a knowing look that I didn’t understand.Elliot unravels the ties around Zarion’s body, letting him sit on the cold kitchen table. He tilted his head to the side and massaged his fingers. “I’m fine. Thanks, man.”“Cassidy, he is not fine.” Elliot is right, Zarion is not fine. “You can change his mind.” “I don’t know what you two are talking about!” I unexpectedly burst out my emotions. Elliot sighed and the three of us went silent for eternity I guess. Elliot drags the high stool and sits on it before speaking. “Earlier—” he paused for emphasis, “When I collapsed, I saw something in my vision.”Zarion’s forehead creased and immediately whipped his head to us. “What did you see?” “It was Cassidy and you. I don’t know what it was all about, man, but I think wherever you go, you have to bring Cassy.”I had no energy left to ask about what his vision was all about. Judging from Elliot’s
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 32: Emotions are our Demons
Her nostrils flared with fury and rage. Of course, I know where to hit Hestia painfully with just uttering a couple of rage. That’s when I knew I hit the spot on her, and her eyes shone with vulnerability. If I was angry, she was infuriating. Hestia’s grip loosened on me when Zarion cast her a killer look, and I used that chance to get away from her. After all, she was way stronger than I am. On the other hand, Zarion and his brother finally halted. Zarion had seen me crawling on the floor earlier and he went directly to help me. Now, I am clutching his hand, tightening my grip around his. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dropping with controlled wrath as he glared at Hestia, who went to her beloved Brandon.Like calls to like indeed. “Is it true?!” Hestia demanded her fiance in an immensely aggressive manner. Brandon snarled at me, “Bitch.” I heard him whisper the word clearly as he struck a death glare towards my direction. Zarion tightens his hold on my arm and leads the way.
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 33: Not a Good Person
“They always do. You know, quarreling seems to be the love language of that father and son.” Elliot whispered, his shoulders slumped on the chair. When I didn’t reply, he went to the kitchen to grab the drink. “Here, take this.” The smoke from the hot tea invaded my senses. Elliot kneeled one knee beside Zarion, and Zarion drank it up straight. I smiled, at least now, he’s the must-obey little wolf. “How are you feeling now?” Elliot softly asked, a little excitement glimmering in those kind eyes. Knowing the aftereffect of his newly found experiment drink, I hope he did not put out some sleeping pill.As much as I am worried of Zarion’s emotions, I’m glad that Elliot take it easy with him—he didn’t treated him like a specimen to be roughly studied. “Good. Make more of this,” Zarion demanded, his voice hoarse and dark. He didn’t even say ‘thank you’ and just shut his eyes. Now in a relaxed sitting position on the couch, both of his arms snaked on the arm of the sofa, while his head
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 34: Dangerous Dreams
But you are a good person. I wanted to tell him that. But instead, I moved closer to his chest and lay my head on the smooth surface of it. I could hear the loud beating of his heart, the uneven breathing. I can even feel the rumbling of his thoughts.A smile formed on my lips while my right ear rested on his chest. “But if you were to search and kill your mate instead, isn’t that the same thing that happened to your parents?” Now Zarion gasped at my logic. “Well—” “Death is not always the answer, Zarion. Sometimes it's the question—a question that I presume you’ve already been asking yourself right now.” I don’t know where I got that kind of wisdom. But here I am, advising a century-old werewolf who’s simply on the couch I shared with him.My thighs relaxed and wrapped around Zarion’s. He was so soft and warm to my body. His presence made everything complete. I’ve never thought cuddling, such as this, is therapeutic. Calming and soothi
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 35: A Bond to Break
“Zarion…” I whispered his name, my eyes fixed on the space. God, why did that dream feel so real as if they were doing it in front of me? Their moans felt real. Their faces felt real. The emotions I felt felt real, too. It shocked and terrified me so much that I do not know which is real and which is a part of a dream. I reached out my hand, it slowly settled at his jaw. Then his cheeks. Until my thumb found his lips caressing softly and gently like a baby’s skin.“Cassidy?” Zarion sighed. I moved closer and dropped my hand since I’m content now that this is real. I found myself hugging him instead and my cheeks became stained with light redness. I couldn’t utter a single word to give him a response. It was like my mouth have gone mad, refusing to voice even a single word. I knew then that I was still in a state of shock at what happened. At what I dreamt, what I witnessed.Surely that wasn’t a coincidence. Someone—someone—crafted that in my head.Or maybe that wasn’t a dream at al
My Mate, My Killer Chapter 36: The Scent
God, why did it have to reach a point such as this?!“Bring me to that place,” I whispered and looked at Zarion. “Please.” My head is still spinning thanks to that dangerously erotic dream. My palm yearned for Zarion’s touch, eventually wrapping it around his. I squeezed his hand, and somehow, that made me exhale for a moment. Yet his face remained aggressive and agitated towards Elliot. I know Zarion couldn’t control his anger due to some reason. Emotions are his demons, the healer once said. But he’s been trying to take control of it. When he saw me, his Adam's apple protruded and gently brushed my hand against the tips of his fingers. “Please, Zarion…” I finally unravelled that exasperated look. “I want to go there. I want to see it myself.” He nodded and kissed my forehead, his arms wrapped around my shoulder while glaring at Elliot. Poor, poor Elliot. I shot Elliot an apologetic smile. He returned my courtesy. He’s been patient with us lately, and words can’t describe how
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