His Little Human Mate

Chapter 24

To LB_bunny_. No one is more enthusiastic about this book than you. Thank you🤍

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Noella

I looked at my hands, still clutching the handle of the knife.

The knife protruding from my father's back.

He made a choked sound, his knees hitting the ground with a thump. I dropped to my knees beside him, my shaking hands covering my mouth as I watched the scene I created play out. I couldn't pause it, couldn't rewind it in hopes of a different ending, so I just watched, helpless.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed.

His eyes found mine, and to my utter horror, he smiled.

"I don't blame you, Little Flower. You only did what was right," he rasped, right before his body fell limp to the ground.

"Keep your hands away from her," Nixx growled, and I looked up to find him right beside me, holding a sword ready to strike...

"Quint?" I gasped, throwing myself in between them. "Don't kill him! He was the one who helped me escape the rogue camp!"

Nixx's eyes narrowed on Quint before he reluctantly let his sword down.

His strong arms were around me a minute later, and I relaxed instantly into his warm embrace.

"I'm so sorry you had to do that," he whispered into my hair.

"Don't be." I gave him a watery smile, its edges shaking slightly. "My father made a choice."

Quint cleared his throat, and I turned around to face him, my eyes fighting with my brain as I desperately tried to avoid looking at the body a couple of feet from us.

"On behalf of the rest of the rogues who survived today, we would like to thank you. Our pack owes you a favour, called in at any time of your choosing."

My eyes widened.

"You don't have to do that," I rushed to say. "He was my responsibility. I-"

"No," Quint interrupted. "Our fathers are supposed to be caregivers, not responsibilities. You did what not many dared to even attempt, including myself, and for that, I, and so many others, are forever grateful."

My chest felt tighter than a string in a game of tug of war as I put out my hand. Quint took it, shaking on the favour they owed, and I smiled at him as I let go.

"Are you the new Alpha?" I asked.

He looked around at the small group gathering behind him, the violence done now that the enemy dropped their weapons.

"It appears to be that way."

I beamed proudly at him as I said, "You will make an excellent leader and an outstanding dad."

He grinned at me before bowing his head.

"Thank you," he looked behind him with a nod before adding, "We must go, but I hope we see each other again, Noella."

"I look forward to our next meeting, Quint."

He winked, and then wolves were in front of me, I tried not to gasp as they disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"They never made killing blows," Nixx said softly, staring at the empty air the rogues occupied. "All of my men informed me that, unless given direct orders from Foxley, they only defended themselves."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his chest before saying, "Not all villains are terrible people. Some are just big old teddy bears."

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Nixx

"Twenty-four soldiers down and six badly injured," Tristan recounted, emotionless like he was reading the morning paper, but I knew every single soldier that suffered put a pierce in his chest, as it did mine.

"How's Rowan doing?" I asked.

I still couldn't believe he fell victim to Foxley's hand and nobody knew until he almost took his last breath. Rowan wouldn't be here right now if Kyler hadn't distracted Foxley.

"His oxygen levels came back up once Arlo did his thing. He's expected to be good as new by tomorrow."

I nodded. "Good."

The door opened then, and I looked to find my favourite person standing on the other end.

"Sorry to bother you," Noella started. "but Arlo said that he needs you in the infirmary. Rowan is insisting on getting up."

I rolled my eyes, but a smile made it onto my face anyway.

I stood before saying, "Looks like tomorrow morning came early."

Tristan chuckled. "With Rowan, you never know."

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Noella
2 weeks later.

"I don't think it's supposed to be this hard," I groaned.

Nixx smirked, and I already knew what he was going to say even before he said, "That's what she said."

I glared. "You are a child, and I think what you are referring to is supposed to be hard."

He choked, and I smirked.

Seconds later his arms were picking me up and swinging my body to the side.

"You little tease," he said with a laugh.

"Hey! You started it!"

My feet finally touched the ground again, and I turned around to punch him in the gut.

He was unfazed, of course. Even with my newborn wolf strength, I was no match for him.

As it turned out, whatever my father had done to me just needed a few more days to activate fully, and now I could do everything a wolf could. Except, well, shift.

"It is very possible that you're only half-wolf. Your mother was a human, so the odds of you being born a full werewolf are catastrophically low," Nixx said as if hearing my thoughts.

I sighed, blowing a loose curl out of my eyes in the process.

"You're right. I guess I'll have to settle for your wolf's back. He does give pretty good rides."

My eyes widened as I realized the trap I had set for myself, but instead of saying the words I expected, Nixx just smirked before saying, "I know someone who can do way better."

And then his lips were on mine.

Perfect.

Magical.

And best of all?

Mine.