Lahat ng Kabanata ng YES, ALPHA! Werewolf Forbidden Stories: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Surrender to my Mates Athena"The baby..." my voice was a low whisper. I forced my head tilt up and looked at all three of them."Where is the baby?" I asked, louder this time. The slight tremble in my voice told me I was in some sort of panic attack. I needed to see him. I needed to see the little boy and felt the need to be closer to him, to smell his scent. Only he could remind me that I'm not alone, that not everyone is dead. Even if he is the only one, his existence means I still have a pack. "Bring him over," His gruff voice reverberated in the room. I heard a door open and close and I looked up when my ears heard the same, familiar cry that pulled me out of my trance that moment. I noticed the three men cover their ears as his cries became louder.But the moment he saw me, he stopped. "Mm...mmm..." he reached out his little arms and held them before taking him in my arms. I breathed a sigh of relief as I placed him against my chest. He dropped his little head against me an

NOTE: This story is from my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON. I wanted to include this here for exposure and an addition to my collection of short stories. SO if you have added it in your library and read my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AND PURCHASE. Thank you!.....CAMILLAI giggled as I jumped over a large rock blocking my path, and made my way past the pack border and towards freedom. 'Faster, Dana! Faster!' I urged my wolf to which she responded to quite positively. She picked up her speed and ran faster and further into the forest, away from everything and everyone. Away from reality. 'That's right, don't look back,' I tell her, desperately trying to hold tears back. They are useless now. From now on, I will never have to cry and suffer ever again, I will be free.Just when I finished that thought, Dana suddenly came to a full stop. 'What's wrong?' I asked my wolf but she didn't answer. Instead, her ears perked up and I can feel her raise her guar

CamillaMy hands trembled violently as I stood alone across the bartender."Miss? Can I get you something?" I looked at the bartender whose eyes suddenly gleamed with delight when he saw me. As if in a trance, his lips parted but he remained speechless. I shake my head slightly, giving him a smile. I sigh. I shouldn't have come here. My heart is racing incredibly fast as I imagined the murderous expression on my father's face once he finds out I disobeyed him again. And worse, now Angela is involved.After Angela did my make-up and even chose a sexy, seductive dress I certainly wouldn't pick for myself, she orchestrated her so-called brilliant plan and led us out of there without a hunch. Somehow, we were able to make it outside of the pack house. There was a car waiting as we stepped outside the back door making me halt in my steps. 'Let's go, we don't have much time,' Angela told me through mind link as she ushered me in. I reluctantly took her hand and climbed in the car and taki

CAMILLA You got to be kidding me. The Lycan Prince, a marriage contract? There is no way in hell I am going to let that happen. I read the terms in that contract, none of it said anything about letting me keep my freedom. I let my eyes circle the room and spotted my dress lying on the floor. Bending over, I felt a sharp pain between my legs making me whimper. 'What did you expect? He's a lycan, and his appetite is insatiable,' Dana mused. "Pervert," I huffed as I scooped up the dress and was about to put it on when I realize it's ruined. Just great. Now how am I going to face Angela when I show up with a completely destroyed version of the six-thousand dollar dress she gave me? I then rummaged through the drawers and closet and found nothing more than a black oversized shirt and grey sweats. Luckily, it contained a pair of rubber shoes, too. I threw everything on before my phone rang out. I picked it up, scowling when Angela's face popped up in the screen. She's calling

CAMILLA “Mine…” he growled, and everyone gasped. I froze. What did he say? I did not know if I heard him correctly. Did he just say what I think he said? “She is my mate.” He said and my jaw dropped. I looked at him in utter disbelief. “Your highness?” my father blurted, looking confused. “Camilla Sinclair is the lycan prince’s mate.” Fergus repeated, making my whole body freeze, rooted in place.“You are hurt,” He said, his voice gentle for a moment. I opened my eyes, my breath caught in my throat as I did. This is the first time I am looking into his eyes up close. It’s no wonder why the lycan prince was desired by many. Just look at him! His face chiseled to perfection, his body large, strong, and muscular. His frame perfect in every angle. He’s built like a god, yet that is not too far-fetched given his looks and charm, although he had a nonchalant air about him. I gulped, when I noticed his eyes traveled from mine to my swollen cheek. My cheek still stung from the b