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Chapter Thirty: Beta Grayson’s Mate
Grayson’s point of view ---
My head was ablaze with a pain, unlike anything I had experienced in my 24 wolf years. Awakening to this agony, I found my sister had barged in, yanking the drapes open and leaping onto me, stirring me from a heavy slumber. The events of the night before were a blur; though it's uncommon for me—as a wolf—to succumb to inebriation, I vaguely recalled consuming several Long Island iced teas.
Esme's beauty was truly captivating. Her dark black hair was adorned with striking emerald-green highlights, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance. Those emerald shaded eyes seemed to hold a mysterious allure, drawing me in with their hypnotic gaze.
Stephanie's friend, Esme, exuded a certain elegance and grace that made it hard to look away. Despite her physical beauty, there was something unique about her, something that made her stand out from the crowd.
But
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Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-One: Second Chance Mate?
Alpha Brocks point of view—Stephanie urged me to chase after Grayson, but I refused. I wasn't about to go running after him to deal with his own mate issues. "He can handle his own problems. If you want him back, just ask your witch friend here to do it," I said snarkily.This is when I receive a mind-link from my beta. "Alpha, come quick! That jerk Alpha Justin has my sister and is refusing to let her go. I swear I will hurt him if you don’t get here immediately."Jumping up, I excuse myself from the table, "Ms. Linda, it looks like we might need your powers. There's a visiting Alpha situation happening right now."Everyone stands up and follows me out of our private dining room, pulling their chairs back. I lead them to the patio, which overlooks the pool.As I looked at the scene unfolding in front of me, I saw Grayson yelling at the Alpha, or more precisely, the
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Two: THE AMBUSH!
Brock’s point of view: Hearing Stephanie’s father on the phone, I swiftly put my phone back to my ear. "Alpha Silverton, one of our hospital’s nurses was left dead on the pack’s borders. The body had a note pinned on it for Stephanie. You need to come here, and we will work together to bring your daughter back," I informed the Alpha, my tone hardened with rage. I could hear Stephanie's father roaring with anger over the phone, "I will be right there, Alpha Simmons, and I want to know more about Janice!" The sheer force of his words made the air crackle with tension, and I knew that trouble was coming. Before I could even say good-bye, the phone went dead as Stephanie's dad hung up, leaving me reeling with the intensity of his fury. I seethed with anger as I glared at my Beta, Grayson, who appeared visibly guilty under my piercing gaze. "BETA GRAYSON! Can you explain to me why JANICE hasn’t been placed in the dungeon yet?" I bellowed with such feroci
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Three: FLY ME TO THE MOON?
Brock – I ordered Grayson, my beta, to assemble a team of warriors. After issuing the command, I swiftly leaped out of the window myself. My priority was to pursue my mate and ensure her safety. It was unclear whether my growing affection was born of genuine feelings or simply the influence of the mate bond. All I knew was that my heart raced with a fierce intensity whenever she was nearby, and an aching void filled me in her absence. I was resolute in my determination: Yadiel would not lay a finger on my mate. The forest that once whispered peace to my soul now suffocated it with an oppressive silence. My wolf, a relentless shadow within me, quivered with an agitation that rippled through my being, severing the once cherished communion with the rustling trees and the earth underfoot. Darkness engulfed me, the shadows thick with my dread for my mate's well-being; every lurking fear sharpened into a single, knife-edge thought of losing her. Desperation clawed at my chest
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Four: FREE FALLING
Stephanie –Why did Brock follow me? I was more than capable of defusing the situation solo. Yet, a flicker of relief ignited within me when he appeared.My expertise extends to piloting a chopper, but Brock commandeered the cockpit, seizing the Cyclic’ s authority. Disaster struck immediately upon ascension—our helicopter whirled into chaos, spiraling toward a menacing descent.I caught glimpse of sensor strips adorning the controls, a scarlet beacon pulsating for the touch of a pilot’s unique imprint. Since when had biometrics woven themselves into the very fabric of aviation? Brock’s fingers gracefully lifted from the controls; the helicopter surreptitiously transitioned into the calm of autopilot. Custom-crafted for Yadiel, the aircraft boasted ejection seats rivaling those of the formidable Hokum. Suspended in the air, we loomed over the forest, contemplating a vault into its dense embrace. Such a maneuver teetered on the brink of madness—the rotors would detonate, u
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Five: VENGEANCE IS AGATHA’S
Brocks point of view –Instinctually sensing the approaching danger, I made an immediate effort to shield Stephanie by placing her securely behind me. The immense size of the wolf immediately indicated that it was previously the powerful Alpha. Undoubtedly marked by bloodshot eyes and a mouth streaming with a blend of saliva and newly spilled blood, acquired without a doubt from his most recent prey, there was no denying the terror he incited with his presence. One could only ponder the concealed secrets beneath the dirt, as the fur appeared discolored and dirty in somber shades of brown.Is it possible that a deep cleaning would reveal a stunning color, like a radiant light brown or a dazzling golden shine? As I thought about it, a certain question troubled my mind: at what point had the mysterious wolf last assumed the appearance of a human? The reason why I found this transformation intriguing is because, as rogues transformed from a pack member to a rogue, they began losing their
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Six: WEREWOLF SOUP
Brock’s point of view:My eyelids fight their way open, heavy as if weighted down by the traces of a fading nightmare. The world swims into focus slowly, and the surreal haze lingers, making me question whether I'm still ensnared in the clutch of a dream. But the harsh reality bites as I feel the coarse bite of knotted ropes— I’m hanging, stark naked, suspended by my wrists from a cold metal ceiling joist. Beneath the ropes, my ankles are cruelly bound, the twine digging deep, slicing into my flesh with every small movement, leaving behind angry gashes and kissing my skin with pain. A sideways glance reveals my mate to my left, her mouth obstructed, gagged effectively yet I can tell—it's in the fire of her eyes—she’s hurling silent profanities towards our unseen captors below. Her defiance ignites a spark of rebellion within me, and I stifle the panic that threatens to rise in my throat. Her mounds of flesh are full, with sumptuous pinkish hills begging for my
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Seven: BOIL OR NOT TO BOIL?
Brocks Point of View—As I plummeted through the tempest of my own thoughts, my mind meandered back to the instant Stephanie stormed into my world, dragging tumult in her wake like a comet tail. My existence had been a fortress of predictability, devoid of the heart-pounding emergencies that now punctuated my days like an insistent Morse code. Life had transformed into an exhilarating, frenetic ride—a roller coaster that twisted and turned with the wild energy of Stephanie's presence.Under normal circumstances, fear and I were strangers. But as I teetered on the brink of a bubbling cauldron, primal terror took hold. Desperation surged within me, a wild, flailing attempt to evade my scalding demise. Beside me, Stephi's frantic struggles mirrored my own—equally futile, equally frantic. My eyes slammed shut, holding my breath, as I plummeted into the abyss, expecting searing agony. But then... nothing. No blistering heat, no pain. I landed in a viscous, lukewarm
Alpha Brocks Mate Chapter Thirty-Eight: WITCHES RIDDLES
Grayson’s Point of View –Engulfed in the witches' enigmatic murmurs, they prowled around me, their eyes scanning every inch with an unnerving thoroughness, probing for secrets that surely only the gods were privy to. Cryptic allusions to ancient curses swirled through the air, their meanings tantalizingly out of reach, leaving me grappling for comprehension amidst the obscure chatter.The indignity of my exposure gnawed at my resolve. There I stood, stripped bare, subject to the invasive gaze of three strangers—women who were not Esme, who had no right to behold me as only my beloved should. With each passing second, the affront clawed more fiercely at my dwindling patience, threatening to unleash the storm brewing within.With a growl tempered to a low hum, careful not to provoke the witches' ire, I spoke, "Have you feasted your eyes enough upon my form? A sight meant solely for Esme's gaze. I would appreciate it if you'd clothe me in garments once more. And while at it, perhaps you
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