All Chapters of Forever Yours, Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~Declan~My wolf had been stomping his paws around, hissing and blowing steam from his nose and ears. His eyes would slide toward Serena, then back away from her to continue pacing. He was restless, worried, and his anxiety was spiralling towards me.When Nurse Kerri came up to me this afternoon, blabbering about Serena’s fragmented aura, I didn’t believe her. I even shouted at her, telling her to piss off. Seth might trust the witch, but I don’t. She isn’t part of my pack. But then she told me to go up and find out for myself.Since the ambush, Serena had been different. She’s more sexually aggressive and a bit hot-headed, but I blamed it on those rogues who attacked us. I mean, why on earth would I believe a witch telling me that my mate is not who she was? Then I heard that voice in my head—Serena’s voice—telling me the same thing Nurse Kerri claimed. I tried to reach her through the mind link, but it had been radio silent, as if she weren’t there.Everything the witch had told us

~Lia~My gaze slid from Spade to the witch, to Alpha Seth, and I saw judgment, anger, and resentment. These people don’t know me. They see me as the rogue who ruined Serena’s life, but then my eyes landed on Declan. We go way back, and time has honed us into enemies.There was a time I would’ve jumped off a cliff if Declan had told me it was the safest way to escape monsters lurking in the dark. But those days were long gone. I broke his trust, and that’s the curse of betraying someone important—you spend every beating second hearing in your head that whisper, ‘He’d do the same to you.‘Call me a masochist, but I lifted my chin and asked him, anyway. “How can I trust you?”His jaw ticked, brows knitting tight before he stepped forward. Spade moved aside, clearing the way for Declan.“Trust me?” Declan repeated, his teeth ground together. He was close enough to wrap his fingers around my neck and snap it like kindling if he wanted.Testing him, I tilted my chin higher, daring him. If I

~Serena~“Who is she?” Lia asked as Gladia glared at the two of us. The she-demon looked surprised that I finally figured out that I have the same power she has in my oblivion.Good. For the first time since that rogue killed me, I have the upper hand.I pinned Gladia with a searing gaze, relieved that I finally had her in shackles. My wolf materialized from the darkness. She was the bright speck of light in this emptiness. Her slick fur glowed as she took taunting steps toward Gladia, baring her teeth in rage.It was the first time I was seeing my wolf in this light. She was beautiful, mesmerizing even, but those black eyes were the omen of death, and she locked her target on Gladia.I didn’t tell her to calm down, I didn’t tell her to let this go. I allowed her to do as she pleased. She circled Gladia, and the latter didn’t even show any sign of fear.“She’s someone I shouldn’t have made a deal with,” I answered Lia’s hanging question.“What is she?” Lia pressed. Now that the deal h

~Serena~The next time I woke up, it was nighttime and I was alone in the room.It was quiet. Too quiet. So quiet that I feared I was back in my oblivion. My heart gained speed in a split second, drumming against my breastbone as I chased my breath like I had just run a marathon.I shot up from the bed, my gaze wildly searching for any proof that I wasn’t trapped in the oblivion again. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my gaze sliding to the windows. the faint glow of the security light slipping through the sheer curtains. I clenched my fist; the sheets were smooth and soft against my palms. Then, I lifted a trembling hand to my chest, willing my heart to calm down.I’m at the Hawkins Mansion… the same room I’ve stayed in since the first time I set foot in this pack.I took a heavy breath, the notes of pine and rain convincing my senses that I was far from Gladia’s claws. She can’t touch me when I’m awake, I reminded myself.I was safe — for now. But someone with my kind of histor

~Serena~Declan and I had been at it until dawn. If anyone heard us from the crying, moaning, and fucking we did all night, no one complained about the noise. Our honeymoon had been long overdue, I said.The bed was soaked, and Declan and I had moved to the couch sometime in the middle of round three. One of the perks of being a werewolf was our bodies’ quick recovery from a rigorous activity.Declan was sitting on the couch, buck-naked, while I had my head resting on his thigh. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and everything delicious in between. Declan was combing my hair with his fingers; he had that faraway look on his face as the sunrise bathed the room in its vivid morning glow.“What’s on your mind?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I blinked at him.“Later,” he cut me off, his gaze glued to the open balcony door.“Is it Lia?” I had to know. He might be walking on thin ice since we were still bathing in the aftermath of our last round, and he didn’t want to ruin the mood. Hon