Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

I don’t want to cry in front of Kane. Not again. I’ve caused him too much sorrow already. So I run from the apartment before I lose complete control of my emotions. I try, and fail, to put up my defences, but Kane doesn’t come after me, which I really appreciate, because I need to be alone right now.When I reach the stairs, my legs give out, and I sink to the floor, dropping my head to my knees, I sob uncontrollably for several minutes. It's all just too much: Lester, Innocent, the dead Templars, my son...my poor little boy with his terrible burden. “Queen,” Arlene asks, and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Should I fetch the king?”“No,” I sniff. “No, I’m fine.”She sits next to me, as she did the night they freed me from The Templars, and puts her arm around my shoulders. “I understand. The heart of a woman…they try, bless them, but our mates are just men. How can they know what it’s like to be a she-wolf?”I don’t answer her. Kane, I think, has a remarkable understanding of my heart

I lift my eyes just in time to see Justine sneaking into the living room with Adare on her hip. I lightly shake my head at her, and she quickly retreats to the bedroom. I am still busy wondering why I didn’t know my mother was here sooner, why my intuition didn’t let me know that something was off when Glenn and Jackson slip into the living room. I’m immensely relieved to see them. Anxiously, I wait for them to shift, but they don’t. Instead, they pull firearms, shooting the three humans surrounding my mother, putting them down with deadly accuracy. Kane reflexively grabs me and pulls me to the ground, shielding me with his body. The protection spell I cast isn’t very strong, and it’s already crumbling. “Something’s wrong with my magic,” I say. “Something’s sucking up my energy.” “Your mother,” he says. Before we can get up to confront her, more Templars fall out of the hole. Glenn and Jackson shoot them just as quickly as they shot the first two. “This isn’t right,” Kane says th

I find Nicholas kneeling next to Justine’s body, his forehead in the palm of his hand, crying softly – the sound of someone whose heart is genuinely broken. “What am I going to do now?” he asks me through his tears. “You are going to bury her,” I say and crouch next to the boy. “Then you are going to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and go on with life.” “I want to die,” he says. My insides go cold. I loved Justine, but I barely see Nicholas. He’s quiet, a bit of a loner who prefers to keep to himself, but I don’t want to see more of our wolves die. There’s nothing I can do about it though. If he decides he’d rather die, no one can save him, but I have to try. “Do you want to go to the doctor? He can help.” “No. There’s no life for me without her.” “You don’t know that. There may be someone else for you.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” “Willow?” Kane asks in my head. “Are you about ready?” “In a minute,” I reply. I squeeze Nicholas’s shoulder. I have a feeling when

Kane's POV I leave my mother’s apartment with about two litres of water and my mate who is cackling at me like an amused hyena. “What's funny?” I ask. “You look like you’re getting ready to go on a trek through the Sahara.” I smirk and shrug. “I’m afraid I won’t make it otherwise.” She puts her arm through mine and rests her head on my shoulder. “Was it worth it?” “No,” I burp and pull a face as acid pushes its way up my gullet, burning my throat. “Maybe I should just take my mother’s herbs next time I feel like checking out for the night.” She laughs again and lightly slaps my shoulder. “What fun is life if we don’t lose a little control every once in a while?” “I didn’t lose control,” I say. “I never lose control.” “Yeah you do,” she teases lightly and touches the mark on her shoulder. “Or do you so easily forget the night you gave me this.” “Do you wish I could take it back?” “No,” she says quickly. “No. Never. It's the best thing that ever happened to me.” She’s in a muc

Kane's POVI take a seat next to Willow opposite Innocent. I give him a moment to compose himself. I’d accomplish nothing if I showed any kind of acknowledgment of his tears. Instead, I mind link with my mate to tell her, “You did well. I’m so proud of you.”She gives me an uncertain, wavering smile, and I briefly squeeze her hand. I’m the only one who knows how nervous she is, how close she is to running from this room and never looking back.“I don’t think we officially met,” I finally say to Innocent.“No, but I know everything about you.”“Do you think so?”The Pope sits up straighter and squares his shoulders. A clear display of dominance if I ever saw one. “You’re all the same.”“Hm,” I grunt. “Does that help?”“Does what help?”“Dehumanising us, pretending we’re all heartless monsters that go around killing children. Does that make it easier to slaughter us?”Innocent doesn’t answer me. That’s all right. I don’t really need one. I just want to see his reaction to my question. H