Todos los capítulos de Return of The Alpha's Mate: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Charlie Prologue I rolled the window down and felt the breeze swept through my hair, blowing my ginger curls haphazardly across my face. I couldn’t wait to feel the call of nature, the scent of pine cones filling my lungs. I have been literally dreaming of this place for a year. Never seeing the entire picture but snippets of things here or there. I did not know why this place was so important, but the ache in my chest intensified the closer we got to Colorado. I was anxious, almost terrified there would be nothing there-----that this trip would be all for naught. It was difficult getting my parents to agree to go camping in the mountains of Colorado. We are from Delaware City people and my dad is black and my mom is white. I grew up knowing that black people didn’t camp. I know it sounds absurd. It was the excuse my dad use every time I ask “Charlie black people don’t camp.” Let's just say it took months to plead my case for this trip. They kept thei

Chapter 3   Charlie I peeled my eyes opened, gasped as the wash of morning light blinded me to my surroundings. I blinked rapidly, desperate to adjust to the stinging pain developing behind my lids. “BOOM, BEEP, BOOM, BEEP, CRUNCH.” I jolted at the loud crashing noise, echoing in my throbbing head like a surround sound of an amphitheater. What the hell was that? Pain exploded in my head as the sounds got louder as if that was possible. Valiantly I tried to cover my ears with my arms, however, they refused to budge. Sheer panic gripped me as I spied them tied to the bed rails. Along with my feet and head, I was strapped to a bed, unable to move. What the fuck! Why were my hands, feet, and head tied? Did I try to hurt someone? Frustrated tears welled up as the pain in my skull increase. I closed my eyes, mentally calming myself, counting to ten in my head, before I opened them once again.  A quick perusal told me I was

Chapter 5Naja“Naja, come quick,” my brother Kyle says telepathically as I rushed from my office. Relief fills me, paperwork spilling along my desk forgotten in my haste to escape. It was the part of being Alpha I detested the most. Give me murderous wolves any day. Anything but paperwork. Maybe the problem was the pack and their insipid need to complain about everything under the moon. Goddess, forgive me, but sometimes I dreamed of ripping each one of their throats out every time they insist that Micah would have granted their stupid request.My father goddess rest his soul was a fucking saint to take their bullshit on a daily basis. I had been Alpha for ten years and already I wanted to claw my eyes out every time Mrs. Hankshaw showed up with her weekly complaints. Mr. Hankshaw was a day away from facing me in a deathmatch.I raced outside in time to see Kyle half carrying, half dragging an injured Samuel. My youngest brother had a penchan

Chapter 7 Charlie A loud sigh escapes my lips, frustrated I opened my eyes and maneuvered myself to a sitting position on the plush sofa. A quick glance to my left sat a very pensive doctor Alfonso. His warm chocolate brown eyes piercing me with a disproving frown and pursed lips. I guess he expected this session to produce more insight. I couldn’t blame him. I, too, was woefully disappointed. Four days flew by since the cafeteria incident, four days of me trying but failing to trigger a fresh memory. Bereft and exhausted, I laid awake night after night reliving the gruesome scene of my dad’s lifeless body lying prone on the dirt floor of what appeared to be a campsite, riddled with bullets. My tiny fist pressing against his opened flesh. After witnessing that, getting out of bed seemed like a monumental task, one I couldn’t even do. The nurses and orderlies came into my room three times for the day, left food, and pills. Stoically, I ate what my churning sto

Chapter 8 Charlie  My eyes popped open on a gut retching scream, curled into a fetal position I laid on the sofa, completely devastated. Tears streaming down my face, a fist clutched in my mouth to quiet my sobs. I wasn’t sure what I witness; It wasn't a memory that I could say with absolute certainty; I felt like I was in-between realities, a place where my dad was dead, but still able to warn me. How any of it was possible, was the question of the century. Maybe I was just as delusional as the rest of the patients here. Either way, whatever it was, it left a giant hole in my aching chest. Gentle hands patted me on the back as more tears fell from my eyes. So lost in my grief, I did not know the doctor had entered my personal space, until I felt his calloused hands on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. It was useless. Nothing short of my family magically turning up yelling surprise would lift this pain from my heart. “It's okay, Charlie,