All Chapters of The Dark Alpha's Secret mate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 133

The boy was wiping his nose when I walked up to him. “You okay, buddy?’ I asked and he replied, nodding quickly. I squat to his level. “It’s okay don't cry, little guy.” he nodded. He raised his hand to my face. “Please excuse me,” he slowly began wiping his face clean. I was touched by such emotions from a little child. “Can I give you a hug?” I said. He looked up at me with teary eyes and nodded. Immediately, I pulled him into my arms, and he wept. I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. Why was he being bullied? Where were his parents? A lot of questions ran through my mind as he stayed in my arms. And when we separated, I couldn’t help but wonder who would do this to such a handsome child. Then I saw something. A resemblance. The boy looked familiar. I couldn't just place it, but I knew he looked like someone I knew. It was so hard not to see the resemblance. I shook my head, ridding my head of such a thought. Nah, I was overthinking it, since he was the one I ha

When I opened my eyes that morning, I tried to wave aside that gory, bloodied dream I had. I shook my head. Today was for Lilith, and I needed good emotions. Weddings always make me cry, but Lilith’s hit different. It was like a dream come true. To see her go from her lowest to how she is now made me smile like an idiot. It felt surreal. I watched her glow as she stood with Vok. Who knew that the beta was going to be her mate? I mean, if I were asked in a million years to come, I would never think the Beta was the one for her. Even though he looked like stone when he was talking about work or with the alpha, every time he saw Lilith, he was all smiles. It was strange seeing Vok smile, but Lilith had that effect on people. She was the most positive person I have ever known. And then there was Lukas, Vok’s young son, proudly carrying the rings with a grin so big his cheeks looked sore. Lilith had told me, when his father asked that she marry him, Lukas begged that she be his mot