All Chapters of Return of The Alpha's Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 20NajaKyi and Sam followed me into my office. Both had seemed jovial a moment ago, but Sam had gone pale as if he had seen a ghost. I desperately wanted to ask him what the hell was going on with him, but I knew the little shit would hold any info he had to himself. Besides, we needed to discuss what to do about this situation and quick before things got more out of hand.Taking a deep breath, I walked around my desk and sat down, tipping my chin to the two chairs in front of me. They both sat at the same time. Gathering my thoughts, I pondered how the hell I was about to broach the subject of Charlie with Samuel. This was going to be rough.“Let me start by saying we might be totally fucked, or at least I might be.”Kyi pinned me with a quizzical stare and Sam’s brow raised in the same equally asked question. What the fuck was going on?Well, there was no holding back now.“The night we came upon Charlotte and her family you guys remembered how badly injured she was basica

Chapter 23 I probably shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t take advantage of Charlotte like this, but I could smell her arousal. Fuck I saw the need in her eyes, and my cock was like steel, pulsing against my stomach. My nostrils flared as I inhaled her sweetness; she was soaked, and I didn’t have to touch her to know it. I rose to sit beside her as she glanced at my shaft for the first time, and her eyes went wide with fear as she saw how thick and big I was. I knew this was her first time. There was no other scent besides Riley’s lingering on her skin. Besides, if there was, I would have hunted and killed the man who had the balls to touch what was mine. My wolf growls in my head at the thought of another man touching our mate. That would never happen. I maneuver myself to sit against the door and grab her by the waist. She shrieks as I lift her to straddle my lap. I probably should be gentle, but the need to feel her wrapped around me as I thrust in and out of her tight little bod

Chapter 25CharlieI rolled over, and my hand felt space. I knew in an instant that I was alone. Wakefulness soon took hold of me, and my eyes flew open. I sat up in a massive bed, confused, and my body aching as fuck. The last thing I remembered was Naja retaking me; how many times had I blacked out from the pleasure? My body told me too many to count. My gaze swept the room, and the sheets fell around my naked body as my eyes took in the multiple bite marks and bruises on my hips and breasts, including the one on my right shoulder. My core heated at the memory of Naja thrusting deep inside of me as he bit down on my shoulders, sending me over the edge.If I didn’t know better, I would think a dog had attacked me. Which made me laugh. I was such a moron. My head hit the pillow as peals of laughter erupted from me. I slipped off the bed and gathered the sheets around my body, taking them with me as I snooped around. My stomach growled in hunger, and I figured it prudent to take a quic

Chapter 27CharlieI hadn’t come to this compound for a mate. I hadn’t come for a war, either. I came for answers. And somewhere along the way—between surviving Joggernut and being knotted into next week—I got distracted. Now, my head was clearer. Pissed, but clear. This place had buried me in heat, in blood, in politics. But I remembered now. I had two brothers out there—somewhere—living lives they didn’t choose. And I was going to find them. I cornered Naja in the hallway before he could disappear again. He’d just come back from the council meeting, still reeking of elder musk and stone-walled power plays—but I didn’t care. “What happened to my family?” I asked, voice flat. He stopped mid-step. “My family, Naja,” I repeated. “That night. Five years ago. After the attack—what happened to them? Where are they?” He turned slowly, jaw tight. “Charlie—” “No more avoiding it,” I snapped. He leaned against the wall, arms folding across his chest. “Your parents were killed that n

Chapter 29CharlieI didn’t sleep. Not really. The walls in this place might’ve been quieter than Bellmoore, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hum. The air was too still—the silence, too loud. I stared at the ceiling, breathing through the ache in my chest, replaying every word Naja said. My parents were dead. My brothers had been abandoned. I’d been thrown into a psych ward while everyone else moved on like I didn’t exist. And now? I was here. Changed. Bitten. Claimed. Tangled up in a war I never signed up for. I wasn’t angry anymore. I was scorched through. By the time morning cracked across the trees, I’d made my decision—I was done waiting. Done following half-truths and protective silences. If this place wanted to keep me, it needed to start giving me more than secrets and shadows. I pulled on my boots, laced them tighter than necessary, and headed out. The compound was quiet. Too quiet. No early training. No chatter. Even the sentries were whispering. Something felt