บททั้งหมดของ In Service of the Alpha: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

JohnathanThe morning comes too soon. It feels as if I barely closed my eyes before the morning alarm woke me.I really need to switch those fucking things off. They're not doing their job anymore, and they are more annoying that comforting now.I’m dreading this day. Not only do I have to sit back and watch as my exhausted mate go to Oberon for training, I need to break the bad news about Felicity to Kahn, close the town, and see to the new blow-ins that arrived overnight.We have officially run out of space, and there’s nowhere I can put the newcomers, unless I use the empty school, our one Christian church, and the brothels. No one’s going to like any of that. Not Joseph, the brothel madams, or the human priest who made this place his home after finding out that he was fated to a werewolf. The priest told me his story in vivid detail. How he tried to ignore the pull of the mate bond because human priests aren’t allowed to take wives for some reason. In the end, he couldn’t withst

JohnathanI did not sense Mara’s approach until she started running towards me. It was sudden. Like a balloon popping. Oberon brought her to me. She’s in a terrible state, but trying her best to put up a brave front. Things haven’t exactly been going her way lately. Or at all really. It's been one clusterfuck after the other since we mated.It’s my natural instinct to protect her. I want to fix everything for her. I want to wrap her in cotton and put her in a glass case. Safe and snug. I’ll burn this whole damn world to the ground if that’s what it takes to see her smile. But intellectually I know how stifling that kind of union can be. I've seen men with the purest intentions crush their mates under the weight of their protection.As far as I’m concerned, It’s just another form of abuse and control. I make sure that she stays well out of the way as we put up the barriers, and when we take a break to drink some water, I stand by her side, telling her about the floods we can expect.

JohnathanThe town is crawling with people. There are a lot more people than I expected to find, and I have no idea how the hell we’re supposed to sort them all out. There are so many that their auras blend together, and I can’t tell who is Omega and who is Alpha.It is absolute pandemonium.My Lycans and Alphas try their best to control the crowd, but the sheer number of wolves makes it impossible.I walk up to a Gamma, Jeremy, the one I met in the woods of Red Ridge. “Could you do a headcount?” I ask.The Gamma shakes his head. He’s covered in sweat, and exhausted. The poor man is seconds away from losing his shit completely. “Rhoda is trying to take down names.”Mara’s hand slips from mine and she disappears into the crowd. I stop myself before I can call out to her. The wolves need to respect her as their queen, as much as they respect me. It ultimately doesn't matter. She's not far, and I can feel her anyway - her quiet resignation - as she heads in Rhoda’s direction.I put my th

MaraUnlike the church, the hotel is absolutely chaotic. The energy in here is stifling, oppressive, and I want to turn right back around and leave this place.Johnathan was wrong. They are not my people. They never were, and they never will be.The hotel has more than fifty rooms, and space for several hundred guests, but Johnathan gave the hotel to the Lunae to use exclusively. My mate is paying for the use of this place, so the owner of the hotel doesn’t have to shoulder the financial burden.As far as I can tell, The Lunae picked out their own suites - the best rooms the hotel has to offer - and they’re still not happy. They want free run of the town.More came in during the night, and I counted twenty Lunae as I made my way through the hotel, looking for Rose. Johnathan posted six Alpha males in the hotel to guard over the women. All of them look miserable. They are wearing their charms, but the Lunae, especially the younger ones, relentlessly hit on them.I stop next to an Alpha

JohnathanA fae festival of any kind is a spectacular event. The food isn’t to my taste, but it’s worth it just to sit back and watch them bask in the glory of their earth goddess - Vesta.She talks to me from time to time, but mostly to tell me what a monumental fuck up I am. Oberon told me that it’s just her manner, but I’m sure he’s lying. She doesn't strike me as the benevolent, kind goddess, the fae make her out to be.Her presense always feels dark and ominous.Vesta made it clear to me that she is not fond of wolves. If the fae lore is to be believed, she protested against the creation of werewolves and vampires because she thought we’d only upset the natural balance. She wasn’t completely wrong, but I think the humans did a much better job of it than wolves ever could. Lycans were created to restore the balance, but then vampires came along and disturbed it again. It’s a never ending cycle of destruction and creation. We never seem to learn our lesson, making the same mistak