Chapter 151
Melva’s fingers dug into his back as emotion flooded through her so much that it ached. She didn’t understand why she was crying. Maybe it was relief, or love, or simply the overwhelming feeling of being complete for the first time in her life.
And together they reached the height of their connection, their breaths blending as the world seemed to blur around them. Melva clung to him, trembling as warmth spread through her chest, while Simon held her tightly, his heartbeat steady against hers.
[I want to be with you, to share the rest of my life with you, not just because you’re my mate, but because I want to. Because the moment I laid my eyes on you… I fell in love.] Melva thought to herself, unaware that her words had slipped through the mindlink again.
Simon froze for a second, his body trembling as her voice filled his head. His eyes snapped open, staring down at her in shock. The strong bond thrummed through his veins, linking their thoughts, their hearts. They had completed it.
“Melva he breathed, his voice unsteady as he looked at her tear-streaked face. The emotions she poured out through the bond washed over him like a wave—her sincerity, her love, her fear of losing him. It hit him harder than any battle wound ever could.
He leaned down and kissed her again, slow and deep, tasting both her tears and her devotion. His hand cupped her face as he whispered against her lips, “I heard you p>
Melva blinked up at him in confusion, realizing what she had done. Her heart skipped. “You… did p>
Simon smiled faintly, eyes softening. “Every word p>
Melva swallowed hard. She’d completely forgotten that their mate bond was now complete and stronger than ever. Her face paled as realization hit her. She had planned to confess one day, but not now. Not when she knew Simon still carried feelings for another woman.
She bit her lower lip, avoiding his gaze. “I was all she managed to say. She didn’t want to apologize; she wasn’t sorry. Those words had come from her heart.
Simon gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “From now on, we can speak through the bond,” he said softly.
“I can feel your emotions, and you can feel mine. I’m grateful for how honest you are with me. I know I still have things to sort out within myself, but I want you to know I respect you, Melva. I’ll do my part to make this relationship work. I can’t promise you everything, but I’ll always make sure you’re safe and that your well-being comes first p>
Melva swallowed again, her chest tightening. It wasn’t exactly what she hoped to hear, but for now, it was enough. She wasn’t in a rush. What mattered most was that Simon cared and that was a start.
Gavriel’s steps were heavy and sharp as he walked down the narrow hall that led to the underground cell of the Wildfangs Pack. The guards at both sides immediately bowed when they saw him coming, their heads low, too afraid to meet his eyes.
Uriel waited by the door of the chamber. “He’s inside,” he said quietly, trying to keep his tone steady. Gavriel didn’t respond. He simply pushed the door open and entered.
Midas was sitting on a chair, his wrists bound with silver cuffs that suppressed his strength.
Even so, he managed a crooked smile when he saw Gavriel. “Cousin,” he greeted as if nothing had happened.
But Gavriel’s expression was cold, his eyes burning with fury. He stopped right in front of him and said in a low, threatening voice, “Don’t call me that p>
Midas tilted his head, pretending to be calm. “You’re really going to treat me like this? Over a woman p>
In one swift motion, Gavriel grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
The impact made the metal cuffs rattle. “Over my mate,” Gavriel growled, his voice echoing off the stone. “You so much as touch a single strand of her hair again and I will rip your head off myself. She is not Cain’s—she is not his kin anymore. She is mine. Touch her, and you cross me p>
Midas chuckled under his breath, though his eyes showed a hint of fear. “So it’s true… the Alpha King has fallen p>
Gavriel’s grip tightened. “Fallen or not, remember who you’re talking to. Blood relation means nothing when it comes to her safety.” Orıginal content can be found at
Uriel stepped forward slightly. “Your Majesty he tried to calm him, but Gavriel didn’t move for several seconds.
He wanted Midas to feel the weight of his threat sink deep. Just the thought of that man’s blade against Althea’s skin made his blood boil, and he had to fight the urge to snap Midas’s neck right then and there.
But he held himself back, forcing control. He tried to understand Midas’s sentiment—after all, the man had just lost his beloved twin brother because of Cain.
Finally, he released his hold, letting Midas fall back onto the chair with a thud. “Keep him here,” Gavriel ordered coldly. “No one is to speak to him without my permission p>
As he turned to leave, Midas muttered, “You can’t protect her from everything, Gavriel p>
Gavriel paused at the door, his jaw tightening. Without looking back, he said, “Watch me,” then walked out, the tension in the air following him like a storm.
Uriel fell into step behind him, voice hurried. “Are you really keeping Midas here? You know he’s your mother’s favorite nephew. She’ll be looking for him at tomorrow’s celebration. The council already knows he’s back, everyone will be watching him. It won’t look good to detain him now p>
Gavriel stopped and turned, eyes like stone. Uriel swallowed. “And what are you suggesting, Uriel?” Gavriel asked.
Uriel kept his tone steady. “Let Midas attend Lord Marius’s birthday tomorrow. I’ll talk to him and bind a spell if necessary. Try to be reasonable about his reaction — it’s driven by emotion. Didn’t your initial reaction mirror his, except you felt the mate pull? At first, you wanted to harm anyone Cain cared for too p>