All Chapters of Alpha's Heat His To Ruin Hers To Heal: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The cold stone pressed against my back. Each breath sent fire through my broken ribs. My left arm hung dead at my side still useless. Blood had dried on my face, but the cuts still leaked from the motorcycle crash. I could hear them getting closer. "Heat signature confirmed," a man's voice cut through the forest. "Some kind of makeshift cave ahead." Fuck, I've been found again. I pressed deeper into the rocky shelter, but there was nowhere to go as I've been stuck here for hours and the moon was already out, but no healing yet. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the flood of emotions still pouring through me. "Team Two, seal the eastern exit. Team Three, north approach." But this wasn't the same voice from before. It sounded like someone new. I tried to crawl deeper, but my broken arm screamed. My wolf was still annoyingly blocked, leaving me trapped in my weak human form. Footsteps crunched through dead leaves. Getting closer. "Target confirmed psychic abilities," t

The forest went quiet except for my ragged breathing. I sat on the cold ground with Axel's arms around me, staring at the bodies scattered everywhere. Nine men in black gear. They were all dead and were all killed by my hands.But that wasn't even the worst part.The worst part was the flood of emotions that was hitting me from every direction. They weren't mine but instead they belonged to the pack members standing around us, watching me like I was some kind of monster.I could feel Marcus satisfaction. What was even weird was the fact that I could taste it on my tongue - and it tasted somewhat metallic and had a sharp ting to it. He was glad I'd survived, but was also a bit worried about what I'd become.Jordan's excitement buzzed through the air like electricity. He was amazed by what I'd done and I noticed the fact that part of him liked the violence.Jace's caution tasted bitter in my mouth. He was analyzing threat levels, trying to figure out if I was dangerous to the pack now.

CallaMy head felt like someone was driving nails through my skull. The familiar pull of a dreamwalk dragged me under just as I started to wake up.I was back there again. In his office.Blake's office looked exactly the same. Cold walls, expensive furniture that felt like it was showing off. But Blake himself looked different and agitated. His perfect political mask was cracking like old paint.He paced behind his big desk like a caged animal. His hair was messy. His tie was loose. This wasn't the composed arrogant senator I remembered."Where the hell are they?" Blake snapped into his phone. "Twenty men with military training don't just disappear tracking one bitch in a broken pack!"In the leather chair across from him, Dante sat perfectly still. Like a pale statue that might come alive and suddenly kill you when you least expected it. "Perhaps your soldiers weren't as professional as advertised," Dante said. His voice was calm. Bored, even.Blake whirled around. "Those were the b

AxelThe main hall felt really intense right now.Thirty minutes had passed since the cartel left, and the weight of their ultimatum hung heavy in the air. Pack members filled every available seat, sprawled against walls, and clustered around the weapons racks. The tension was so thick, it felt like you could cut it with a knife.I stood at the front, looking out at faces that showed exhaustion, worry, and barely controlled fear. These people had been through hell in the past week. Human military attacks, Calla's collapse in the forest, my own tranquilizer-induced unconsciousness. Now this."Before we discuss the cartel's... offer," I began, keeping my voice steady despite the chaos in my head, "Calla has information from her latest dreamwalk that changes everything."All eyes turned to her. She sat in a chair near the front, looking smaller than usual. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers twisted together. The confident woman who'd torn apart nine professional soldiers seemed to have

Axel The warm weight of Calla in my arms should have brought comfort. Instead, it filled me with desperate purpose. She'd finally fallen asleep after her breakdown in the shower, but her breathing was still uneven. Even unconscious, her face carried tension from the emotional overload she couldn't control. Every few minutes, small whimpers escaped her lips like she was trapped in nightmares. I couldn't fix this alone. Not when her abilities were developing faster than either of us understood. Professional help. That's what I'd promised her a month ago, and that's what she needed. I eased out of bed carefully, making sure not to wake her. She stirred slightly, reaching for my warmth, but settled back into restless sleep when I tucked the blankets around her. Eden. If anyone knew how to contact Matron Ysara, it would be her. --- The hallway was quiet as I made my way to Eden's room. Most of the pack was either on patrol or trying to catch up on sleep after the chaos of re