Altair sat at his favorite spot by the little pond, feeding the fishes gathered around his feet. They nipped on the bread, tickling him and eliciting laughter. He cherished these tiny companions, finding solace in their company when his parents were absent after his school days. While he longed for his parents, he understood the demands of their work. His eighth birthday was approaching, and he anticipated it eagerly. Turning eight meant training with the older children, a prospect that excited him. He yearned to build his strength to confront the boys who often taunted him. Running out of bread, he gazed at his swimming friends with a smile. "You've finished it all. Now, I must attend to my homework!" he exclaimed to the fishes, rising from his seated position by the pond. After brushing off his pants, he hurried through the garden towards the manor as the evening descended, mindful of completing his tasks before dinner. "Altair!" Bryn's voice called out as she spotted him a
TALON **** Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me. How could I have mercilessly attacked Dirk? I couldn't explain the overwhelming impulse that drove me. The desire to connect with what he possessed consumed me. Did that make me insane? Powerless? A maniac, perhaps. I endured the consequences, tormenting myself night after night. I yearned to reverse time, but it was an irreversible deed. I had to bear the burden for the rest of my days. I had committed a shameful act, sowing seeds of hatred in the hearts of those who professed to love
Dirk cradled his son in his arms, sprinting back to the Pack, the distant howls of his mates fading into the background. His mind was ablaze with fury, his son's body hanging limply as if he had transformed into mere paper within his grasp. Doubts gnawed at him — had he erred by casting Talon into the sea? Could this impulsive act have dire consequences for his son's well-being? If Altair was truly the Spirit Wolf responsible for marking Talon, did this mean that hurling Talon into the unforgiving depths would irrevocably impact the life of his only child? As he laid the boy on the bed, Caleb and Phoenix swiftly attended to him. While running, Dirk had summoned them, relieved to find them awaiting his arrival upon reaching the Pack. It wasn't Dirk's call that initially alerted them to the crisis, but rather little Bryn's confession to Phoenix. "I untied the strings on Talon's bedroom door," the tearful girl murmured, her distress evident. "I'm so sorry!" Her plea tugged at Phoen
Dear readers, Thank you all for embarking on this adventure with me. Sharing this experience with you has been truly wonderful and enjoyable. Your readership, comments, and votes on this book mean the world to me. As we reach the end of "ALPHAS’ PRIDE MATE: The Pride Who Goes Into Heat," I sincerely hope you've savored reading it as much as I relished writing it. Up next in "The Shifter Saga" is the compelling tale of Talon and Altair. If you wish to delve into their journey, don't miss the upcoming book in our series, "UNVEILING THE VAMPIRE'S OMEGA: Bound By Blood Freed By Love." I look forward to reuniting with you on that adventure. Take care and thank you immensely. Warm regards, AlphaKelly
Prologue.******In the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the stench of malice, the three powerful double-shifters arrived with a wrathful purpose. Their hearts pounded in sync, their primal instincts heightened as they neared the place where their Mate was held captive by the sinister clutches of Malta.As they pushed open the heavy doors, the sight that met their eyes sent a surge of unbridled fury coursing through their veins. There, shackled and battered, was Dirk—their beloved, their other half. A mixture of anguish and rage welled up within them, their normally composed expressions twisted into masks of wrath.Seth, the eldest of the triplets, bared his teeth in a feral snarl. His piercing gaze, usually filled with warmth and wisdom, now emanated an inferno of righteous anger. The sight of Dirk, vulnerable and broken, ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. No force in the world could quell his determination to exact vengeance upon Malta.
Chapter: 1******Darkness enveloped him as he eagerly chased its cold embrace. Tears streamed down his cheeks and blurry eyes scanned the void for comfort. His trembling lips reflected a mix of happiness and fear. However, happiness is fleeting while fear lingers. Ultimately, the two are inseparable companions, for one cannot exist without the other. With great happiness comes the lingering fear of it being too good to be true. No matter how long we anticipate happiness, we often find ourselves questioning its authenticity when it finally arrives. Doubts begin to surface, and fear settles in like an old friend.This was meant to be the night he celebrated not only his birth, but also the night he found his Fated Pair. As a Pride, he should not be bound to a Fated Pair, but he is not a Purebred. He is the product of a Pride and a Rogue. No one said his life would be easy, but discovering that he is Mated to not just one, but three powerful Lycgers is enough to shock him to death. They
Chapter: 2******Eighteen Years Later:******"Good morning, Boss," Bogo greeted as he entered the bedroom. He walked to his right and flicked on the light switch, flooding the room with blinding brightness from the chandelier. The magnificent bedroom, resembling something from a magazine page, reflected a wealth of vibrant colors. A cream-colored comforter covered the king-sized bed, complemented by a matching white quilt with gold embroidery framing the large windows overlooking the city.To the left, an open bathroom showcased a large walk-in shower next to a marble bathtub. Glass doors on the opposite wall led out to a spacious balcony. On the far right, a walk-in closet resembled a mini boutique. Next to it, a fully stocked bar held a variety of liquor bottles. A tall bookshelf filled with books stood just off to the right. In the center of the room, facing the window, two large chairs stood. One was a high-backed throne, while the other was a simple leather recliner. Small tabl
Chapter: 3.******Six sleek black cars pulled into the hospital's underground parking area precisely at 11 a.m. The bodyguards exited the vehicles in perfect formation, except for the middle car where the passenger waited for Bogo to open the door. All of them wore well-fitted black suits, their faces impassive. After Bogo opened the door, Dirk stepped out, standing by the car door and surveying the empty parking lot that housed only his cars. He nodded to Bogo and began walking towards the hospital's private entrance. St. Mont Hospital, located in Qiemont, is renowned as one of the city's best healthcare facilities. Known for its top-quality services, the hospital is synonymous with excellence in general practice. Dirk, being the highest beneficial member, enjoyed the privilege of owning his private parking area and exclusive access to the hospital. Within the hospital, he possessed his wing and a team of staff members who attended to his needs, including Dr. Naam, his most trusted