All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha Knight: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"I was seven years old when I was first sent to your house permanently," Emrys stated, his arm resting atop the silver mantle above the fireplace, the flames of orange our only light source and warmth as I watched one of his fingers tap the mantle silently.Sitting comfortably on one of my legs which was folded beneath me, my

Chelsa looked surprised when I opened the heavy, wooden door as she probably expected my sleeping mate to answer instead of me; I smiled at her, my hands tightening the robe over my now covered naked body.After last night's talk, and both of us apologizing countless times, we let our bodies express the words that we didn’t kno

An eerily silence that was hauntingly familiar surrounded me as I dived into the deep, ink colored water, the rope on my wrist dancing with each stroke downwards, my arms butterflying in the bone aching water and I couldn’t help but try and push out the memories of the last time I had been swimming. 

"I much enjoy this," Princess Emily smiled gently, her lips painted a calm pink that was identical to her gown; Prince Anton let his sapphire blue eyes find his mates with ease."I hope we were not invading your time by a

*Emrys’ POV* My sword whistled through the brittle air, Arrow in front of me struggled to keep up, and a part of me pitied the boy who h

Arrow's mocha orbs met my blue ones with worry as I fastened my leather brace upon my new fighting leathers, anger from my conversation with my sister and not mother, Linda, set

"And don't forget," Anton rushed as his mate, Emily, fussed about my hair, tucking it into a crisp, low bun behind my head; the mirror in front of me showed my outfit of simple, yet elegant white button down with lace cuffs tucked into a black pencil skirt. "Do not look at the guards in their eyes,""Or," Emrys said, catching

“Pleased to meet you Mr.Aconite,” I dipped my head, my blonde curls rolled like waves from my shoulders, and I felt strangely drawn to the short man in front of me; not in any way romantic, more of a curious kind. Sitting down on the chaise lounger next to my mate, I smiled. 

"I want to believe him, trust me, I do, but Celeste... What if this is a trap?""If it's a trap, we'll work that out too," I sighed as we walked through the palace's great library; comfort from both the fireplace and the thousands of books kept here made me feel at ease.

An air force blue satin negligee kissed my skin, looking in the mirror at how the skimp material fell perfectly, cupped my breasts, and rounded out over my hips only to stop above midthigh; my blonde hair waved over my shoulders and I couldn't help but smile to myself.It was simple, yet elegant.