The Alpha's Dying Secret

Chapter 1*****The panic spread through my body in a sickening flow like electricity through my veins. I was terrified, running as fast as my human legs could carry me, the leaves and branches crunching and snapping beneath my bare feet. I could feel the wind course its way around my body, pulling at my clothes, willing me to run slower, as if I were fighting to run through deep water. The night sky was a mess of clouds and thunder, the normally brilliant stars seemed so far away… the fear was crippling. I could hear the howls and panting behind me, the brush and tree limbs crashing and crumbling under their vicious weight. I headed for a clearing, listening for the sounds of water.. although in my human form, I can still use my acute senses to hear, smell and see in this horrid torment of what feels like a true life nightmare. The stench of their bodies is making me queasy and I am gagging as I run, further slowing me down. Rogues always have a terribly pungent smell, making it ea

Clara’s POVAfter nearly inhaling our delicious spread, Nolan looked at me seriously, but with a smirk and said, “Shall we start tackling that mental checklist of things to discuss?”  I looked at him for a long while and slowly raised my whiskey glass to my lips, finishing the entire drink in a few moments. “We are certainly going to need more of this” I said as I held out my now empty glass. He smirks and grabs my glass, slowly walking back towards the bar to refill our glasses. He finishes his drink as he walks, tipping it back in one swift gulp. As he rises, I catch his scent, fresh pine and lilacs.. It reminds me of home.. he is home now, whether I am prepared for this or not. I am lost in th

Nolan’s POV Adam crouched half shifted, his claws on his hands and now bare feet digging into the glass with abandon. His crazed red bloodshot eyes with blown out pupils were not that of his human or his wolf. And they were set on only one thing, or one person, Clara. Without hesitation, Clara threw her whiskey in his face eliciting a ferocious growl that sounded like a shriek. Only one creature shrieks that way….a demon. How in the h**l did a demon get a hold of Adam in just a few short hours? I stand, shaking and letting out a roar that vibrates everything still standing in the room. I shift into my wolf and tackle him while he is still stunned from the whiskey. Britton grabs Brianna and starts dragging her from the lounge and to safety, something I don’t have time to thank him for. While Adam is pinned I sneak a glance back at Clara and she is rubbing her necklace, whispering her grandmother’s name repeatedly. While I snuck my glance at Clara, Adam manages to snake an arm

Clara’ s POV - Flashback Chapter **** The air feels so heavy today. I’m suffocating under the weight of discomfort. I have been telling my father all day that something feels off. He knows, I know he knows. The fake smile he plasters on as he tries to reassure me tells me that he knows. “My darling Eliana, would you and Claire like to go shopping today?” he disregards my concern in his husky but sweet voice. “Oh, my darling Brennan, you wouldn’t be trying to get rid of us, would you?” my mother says in her melodic mocking tone. He chuckles and walks over to her, tucking her gorgeous chesnut hair behind one of her ears before he kisses her on the forehead. “I would never dream of getting rid of either of my beautiful girls.” He pulls her hands into his own, lifting them to kiss the back of her hands as he pulls her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her, before nuzzling her neck and smelling her mark. “My beautiful girls are all I have in this world, you mean everything t

“In the hospital… he all but told me. He stepped up and took my father’s place. He took my place, while I was sedated in that bed. We never stood a chance that day. He set everyone up. He is the reason my parents are dead. I should have known when only they lost their lives that day. It was targeted.” I say seething. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles are turning white and I have to reign myself in to keep from clawing myself through my palms. The tears welling in my eyes are threatening to spill and I will them to stay in their place. Nolan has a hand on the small of my back, the sparks dancing along my skin like a calmingly delicious jolt of comfort that tingles all the way to my heart. The sign of a True Mate. I had yet to acknowledge it, but now I obviously can’t deny the truth. Grams confirmed my suspicions, but what does this mean I am? What is he? “Yes. But he didn’t count on you surviving. I never left you in the hospital, alone. He knows you are more than what we sa