All Chapters of I Am The Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

HIGAN SINCLAIR The cave reeked heavily of damp rot and dying moss. If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend I was anywhere else but the wind wheezing through the narrow ribs of the newly found hole we managed to crawl in made that impossible. Every passing draft carried Becca’s suffocating scent in its careful stillness as though she’d somehow found a way to bleach the air around her.I detested that smell and how it clung to my nose, my clothes, my hair, my teeth. It was a bleak reminder that I was there, not in my own house, nor my pack’s territory, nor in Springville, but buried alive in a mountain like a rodent.All because of her.I sat slouched on the camping mat against the cave wall where a jagged line of stone persistently dug into my shoulder blade through my shirt. My boots tapped out a restless beat on the rock ringing out louder than I liked.I wanted to leave but someone had made that impossible for me.Becca and her whims sat about twenty feet away, cross-legged by

HARLYN SAGEWe charged in faster than Becca could bolt. We dropped on the earth at every side she could possibly turn to hinder any chance of escape. At least that was the initial plan.But when we approached, I quickly remembered her cunning ways. I armed myself with the ivory knife that I swiped from Lorcan in that same minute and while the rest of our group fell to circle her, I struck at her arm, slashing her as speedily as I could.Three hits on her right arm were followed by an audible pained wince from her. The knife buzzed with heat under my fingertips but I ignored it focusing solely on Becca.She protested out loud, her usually calm countenance growing frantic as her eyes landed on me. “What the,” Becca thrust her arm out as if to summon something but all that rushed out was the passing air.With a grin, I lifted my knee and thrusted it at her gut before swinging my fist at her face to knock her right out.“Harlyn!“ Ethan protested rushing to stop me but Becca had already fa

How obvious of her. I shuffled forward, slow enough that she could track the intent in my shoulders. “I can see your head turning, Becca. You really think you’re walking out of this one alive?”Becca’s grin slipped at the edges, but she didn’t drop it. In fact, it looked bored and condescending to the very curve. “You can kill me. You want to, I can see it. But you should consider that if I’m gone, the only information about what that is dies with me. Higan has no clue what he stole, or to be clear,” she looked right into my eyes this time,” Who he stole.”Suddenly, I'm back in the forest, at the Stark Mansion, right after my spar with Abigail, learning how far I can see and hear into town. The twisted voice I heard her talking to, the one that bled through my ears. The moment it all started.How had I missed that? I assumed it was a Melbringer, but I had never encountered what sounded so wrong so far, not even when I broke into her home.A muscle in her cheek twitched once more. She

“And?” Ethan demanded.Higan’s voice eagerly rambled out before the beta could answer. “I didn’t lie. It should’ve worked. The scroll said it would.“What scroll? I didn't catch any at the scene.Tyler mocked with a laugh beside me. “Should’ve? That thing out there is working?”Higan’s eyes darted wide to me instead. “It was supposed to force them out. The Melbringers. Not… that. Not this.”I didn't like the way his eyes were probing into mine like he expected me to suddenly understand him. Neither did Ethan, as his authority pushed through the air. The werewolves grew more tense, and Higan gritted his teeth.The beta beside him pushed on with a tremble in his voice. “He brought the scroll. And a glass eye. He told us it was from the old 'pack vaults.'”He lied about where he got it from, too. I thought.My necklace hummed again against my collarbone, so I reached to caress it. The shape of my mother’s old magic burned under my ribs. It had been doing so since the parking lot.Ethan b

“What?“ A bitter laugh tore itself out of my chest. No one would be left to cling to me? He still had the nerve to be possessive about me? Ignoring his foolish confession, I pressed on to understand his line of logic. “But instead, you fed the people you were to save to him. The same people you once ordered to follow you.” His mouth twitched. “It was never really about them.” “Of course it wasn’t,” I retorted with a tight tone as my fingers itched to hit him. He participated in the death of my parents, yet he was standing there like he had any right to say the things that were leaving his wretched mouth. I once thought I’d run out of room for rage where he was concerned, but he still found ways to surprise me. My sorcery hummed under my skin, restless and hungry to bite into him the way my wolf promised. All of me shared the same instinct to break him. But before I could tell him to leave, he tried to plead further, “You don’t know what it’s like. Seeing you. Knowing you were