All Chapters of Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The road narrowed the deeper I drove into the forest, the truck’s headlights cutting through the thick darkness. The trees loomed taller here, their branches stretching like outstretched arms, blocking out the moon. It had always felt different in this part of the farm—quieter, untouched. Like the world forgot it existed.And maybe that’s why I came here.Out in the open, under the stars, the pack would be gathered—drinking, laughing, celebrating the rare event. Falling stars. A night of wishes and whispered promises. A night meant for lovers.I tightened my grip on the wheel.That wasn’t why I was here.I always came alone. Always preferred it that way.Until now.Until her.The thought settled like a weight in my chest, but I ignored it, focusing on the road ahead.By the time I reached the end of the trail, where the trees grew too dense for the truck to pass, my pulse had settled into something steady. I killed the engine, the sudden silence thick and press

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★The sky is alive. It's weird to say, but it’s the only way to describe it. The first batch of falling stars was beautiful, but this next one... I don’t think words can describe them.Hundreds—no, thousands—of streaks fall at once, each one a different shade this time. Silver, violet, deep blue, gold. It’s like the universe decided to spill its colors across the night, and I’m just lucky enough to be here to see it.I fumble with my phone, trying to capture it, but no camera could ever do this justice. Every time I blink, another flash of light streaks downward, another burst of color that makes my chest feel tight. It’s overwhelming in the best way. It’s like the stars have decided to become a rainbow. Beside me, Colton watches the sky with that unreadable expression of his. Not as awed as I probably look, but… softer. Contemplative. The glow from the falling stars reflects in his eyes, making them look like molten gold. He’s seen this a million times, b

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I needed to find that vibration. I can’t go back without seeing this through to the end. The water was unnaturally still, save for the faint tremors rolling through it. I exhaled slowly, then let my body shift back to its human form, my legs unfurling as I waded toward the source of the vibrations. The water was cool against my skin, but something about it felt off. In my mermaid form, things had made more sense. Because I could sense the strong currents and little details that could be missed. But in my human form, I could still feel it. Just not as obvious. Which is even stranger. The vibrations in still water..... is so damn strange.The glow I had seen earlier had faded slightly, but the vibration was stronger now, pulsing in rhythmic bursts. Whatever was causing it wasn’t natural. Whatever is causing it is going against the norm.I moved carefully, brushing aside strands of floating moss as I neared the farthest edge of the lake. The cliffs loomed

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I moved quickly, stuffing my things into my bag while Colton packed up the rest of our campsite. The moment I zipped it up, I felt the machine inside, still vibrating faintly, sending a strange sensation through my fingers.“We got everything?” Colton asked, glancing over as he folded the blanket we’d shared the night before.“Yeah,” I said, adjusting the weight on my shoulder. “You?”He gave a firm nod. “Let’s get moving.”Colton could have said I was crazy for taking someone’s device that might not be anything, but he didn’t. He was choosing to trust my instincts that’s part of what makes me happy. The hike down was fast—faster than I thought it would be. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through me or the fact that we had something real, something tangible that could explain what was poisoning the water. That Colton could use to make the sheriff listen, to warn the people. Colton walked ahead, leading the way through the trees as the sky brightened

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I should’ve been working. There was enough shit to do on the farm to keep me busy from dawn till dusk. But instead, I found myself driving into town, my jaw set, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I replayed that damn moment from a few days ago.The sheriff.Lurking around my farm gates like some stray dog sniffing for trouble.I didn’t trust that bastard one bit. Never had. And I wasn’t about to let it slide.The drive to town was quick. Dusty Creek wasn’t exactly a sprawling metropolis—just a collection of old buildings, a main street lined with small businesses, and a handful of folks who thought they knew everyone’s business better than their own. I love them all. I parked outside the sheriff’s station, stepped out of my truck, and pushed through the front doors.Inside, the air was thick with coffee and the scent of old wood. A couple of deputies were milling around, but it was the vice sheriff, a broad-shouldered man named Warren Tate, who