The Last Alpha Chapter 61 All of us were silent at the table while eating our dinner. I haven’t told Hardurlf that I have stumbled with the Luna, and she threatened my wolf spirit. Donny was so upset!Hardurlf clears his throat, and we quickly look at him. He gazes back but with a reluctant expression. I know something bothers him, but he doesn’t want to speak about it.He remains a poker until Fenris leaves after he eats fast enough to give space between us. Hardurlf sighs and his amber-coloured eyes dart at me. Astonished by his sudden action, I break the silence by clearing my throat.“I need to rest. I have work tomorrow morning,“ I say to him and leave the table. I put the dish in the sink and scraped the excess food into an empty bowl. A moment later, Hardurlf puts his plate down and queues it for dishwashing.On the other hand, he brushes his teeth, and I do the same thing after washing the plates. Gazing at him, he looks back, and I instantly tilt my head to the other side

The Last Alpha Chapter 63 There are some times when I need to adjust because of Sheriff Christian’s sudden revelation about the secret organization they have kept on building over the years. This was why Captain Elsie always told me the story of my grandmother when she was alive and at the home for the aged.Was it a coincidence or does it mean... she really applied for her guardian to investigate the underlying secrets? Grandma had dementia, but she remembered the same story and even told it all over again.Biting my finger in the hallway, I know something is off and I need to ask Captain Elsie about their organization. How can I help them if I don’t know whom to trust in this world?“Are you available tonight, Mr Evan?“ I look where the voice sounds are nearby. Sherriff Christian holds his small notes and scribbles something in them. Maybe it is for his work. After he puts the small notepad inside his pocket, he focuses on me and crosses his arms.I answered honestly to him. “

The Last Alpha Chapter 65When I go to the locker room, I check if the diary is protected inside my backpack. Discreetly digging inside my bag, I put the shirts and other necessities besides the bench. Finally, I hold the diary in my hands. I put the diary on my chest and breathed heavily after knowing it was safe with me. That training keeps me in shape, Fenris and Hardurlf endure giving me vigorous activities. However, they still don’t want to tell me what happened to them. Their lips are so tight in keeping a secret. I quickly put the diary on when a nurse goes inside. I smile, and she keeps doing her business on the other side. Opening the diary, I pick a random page and read what’s written on it.“How come Selene doesn’t allow me to control the wolf spirit to Evan? Is it because I am only a human? One night, she visited my dream and said to me, ’the way to let the spirit is to exceed your human instinct. Bring out your extreme emotion.’ I don’t know how to do it. Maybe Evan w

The Last Alpha Chapter 67“AH!“ I grunt in pain when Hardurlf’s fist punches my face. I distance myself, and waking up my senses feels like an alarm. “Tell me if you’re tired, mate. I will not be easy on you this time,“ he says, and I spit the blood on my mouth. This is so irritating. I cannot even hand a fist on his face! Picking up my senses, this is the only way I can fight Amelia and the Dark Moon Pack. Keeping my hands in a defensive stance, I ask myself, how to fight those mythical creatures if I stay human? I run to Hardurlf, and he keeps on throwing heavy punches to his body. He endures it but later on roars on my face. My whole body froze, and he got a chance to throw me in the air. “Ohh…“ I moan in pain when my back hit the tree. My mate becomes more rigorous in giving me training. Each day, after my stressful work at the hospital. We always go to the rest house where hunters surround the area to erase potential threats to the community and us. “FUCK!“ I kick the di

The Last Alpha Chapter 69“I ordered a whole turkey last night. We can reheat it in the microwave, cous,” Katy reminds me about it when she grabs some plastic-wrapped grapes in the fruit section. While I push our nearly full cart, Katy puts it and grabs a red wine. Nevertheless, I held her hand and put it again where it was placed. She looks perplexed. “Why?” an immediate question comes from her. “Hardurlf has plenty of wine. He can give us,” I replied, assuring she would not punch it on our grocery bill. Katy’s brows meet at the middle of her creasing forehead. She sighs profoundly and shrugs her shoulders without any choice. “But, what exactly is Hardurlf to you, cous?” My lips turn parched when she throws that question. I clear my throat while trying to read what’s on this canned good label. Katy set the can aside, and her question leaves my mouth hanging for a tight answer. “W-What do you mean?” I stutter, and she feels like teasing me to the bones. “I ask if you have