All Chapters of Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The drive to the arena continues in silence. The only sound is the low hum of the engine. The island is a stunning sight and the calming scenery all around contrasts the tension curling in my stomach.I did not fully consider it but now, it dawns on me that I will be facing Alpha Mikos again. And suddenly, even with the fresh air coming in through the window, the car feels suffocating.I have grown so accustomed to dreading Alpha Mikos that I cannot easily shake it off. Alaric's words still linger in my mind.The business of the Everdale Pack has never been one I bothered about, or even cared about long before they began hunting me. So why do I find it so hard to make peace with the fact that Alpha Rich's reputation will only become more solid after the Everdale Pack secures their ranking for another cycle?And everyone would return to their various packs like nothing has changed, all the wrongdoings of Everdale elites forgotten, buried underneath their titles and accolades.Alaric st

It all happens so fast, before I can even comprehend it. Faster than I realize, I am already on the move, my instincts propel me into action, my heart thumps with an unquestionable need to protect Alaric at any cost. Thrusting my hands out, my element lashes out with a deafening roar, a powerful torrent of flames burning everything in its path, wild and untamed.The sharp vines all turn to ash in the blink of an eye. But that is not nearly enough to satisfy the thirst of my flames, a feeling of Deja vu sets in and just when I think I am about to watch the whole arena go up in flames because there is no stopping the fire when it's out, a mass of shadowy wisps encircle my flames, snuffing them out before they can go any further and cause any more damage.Only then do I remember who it is I am protecting and just what he is capable of. Alaric Raid, Alpha Supreme, with the element of shadows, he does not need my help at all...I slowly turn to face Alaric and my heart sinks to the pit of

The announcement declaring the end of the element games was a welcome one. We are finally at liberty to leave the island, and thankfully it came just when I was quickly growing weary of my surroundings. The scenery of Alaric's island itself was enviable, but it quickly grows old when you have so many elites together in one place. It makes for the most uncomfortable arrangement I have been subjected to, and I have spent nights on the run in the woods.The tension that dawned over the island since Alaric's display of power has not let up even in the slightest, and I don't think it ever will. Even I am still shocked whenever I think of how easily he changed the fate of a renowned Alpha without the slightest protest.Now, no one dared even explore too far for fear of incurring Alaric's wrath and those that did explore, steered clear of the beach house. Not that I mind the privacy, but I have also been affected. I have not stepped out of the beach house as much as I would have liked to be

The aroma of meat roasting over a slow fire and broth bubbling curls through the air, wrapping around me like an unseen rope, pulling me forward towards the little wooden house in the midst of the rows of much the same structure that make up the settled. Warm, unguarded laughter echoes within, in bright contrast to the salty wind that comes in from the shoreline.Alaric walks beside me, his steps unhurried. A faint stain of berry juice marks his thumb, leftovers from our earlier snacking."Took them long enough," he mutters, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he wipes his hand on his pants. I stare at him, puzzled. "For what?""For the invitation," he says, nodding toward the house. "I was beginning to think they'd leave us to starve on their island. And I promised you a meal while counting on their kindness."The door swings open before I can respond, and a broad-chested man with lines of laughter carved into his face stands in the doorway. His grin is wide, eyes wrinkling a

I followed Alaric in silence as we deviated from the well-trod path, the jungle closing around us grows denser, wilder. The ground was soft, littered with leaves, and the rich scent of soil. The late afternoon sunlight dapples from the canopy above, lighting Alaric's broad back in shifting light and casting long shadows over the path.I don't even ask where we are going. Something in the way he moves, with a stillness, and measured steps holds me back and bids me to just follow.The sound of the crashing waves become fainter with each step forward as we travel deeper into the island, our steps drowned out by the endless hum of sea breeze. The further we go, the more untamed the land appears, as though we have travelled through time to a forgotten world.And suddenly, just when I imagine that we will never get to the end of this path, the trees part. There is a small wooden structure, half-overgrown with creeping ivy. It is not exactly a ruin, but tipping the scales at that. And from