All Chapters of Alpha's Heat His To Ruin Hers To Heal: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

AxelI maintained the feral act even though every muscle in my body screamed for real violence. For a day, I'd perfected the mindless snarling, the unfocused rage, the complete absence of human intelligence in my eyes. The performance kept them confident that their stupid chemical cocktails had broken me completely.They had no idea I was still here, still aware and still planning.The consciousness healing thing Calla had done through our mate bond had created something the medical vampire couldn't detect with his instruments. While the drugs suppressed my human awareness on the surface, underneath lay a core of self that remained untouched. Protected by love, anchored by the memory of her voice promising to bring me home.But pretending to be mindless while enduring systematic humiliation was wearing me down faster than the actual torture."Look at the big scary alpha now," sneered the vampire guard stationed by my cage. His name was Marcus - not my pack's Marcus, but some low-level

Calla The world spun in nauseating circles as consciousness dragged me back from merciful darkness. My head felt like someone was using it as a drum, each pulse of pain making my vision blur. Through the chaos of twisted metal and broken glass, I heard someone calling my name - that familiar voice making my heart leap with desperate hope. "Axel?" I whispered, the word scraping my throat raw. The sharp crack of a hand across my face snapped me fully awake. My cheek stung, and the taste of blood filled my mouth as Joseph's furious voice cut through my confusion. "Drag your ass out of there! We don't have time for this shit!" Reality crashed over me like ice water. Not Axel but it was Joseph. The traitor who'd murdered Jordan in cold blood while he talked about his future with Rikka. I blinked, trying to focus through the dizziness and I realized something. Everything was upside down. The van had flipped during our crash, and I was hanging from the passenger seat with blood d

AxelThe first thing I registered was blood on Zara's shoulder. Dark red spreading across her torn shirt like spilled wine."Zara?" I moved toward her, confusion mixing with alarm as I took in her appearance. My sister, who'd always been the composed one, the one who handled crisis with cool efficiency, stood there shaking like a leaf.She kept repeating the same words over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."Her voice cracked on each repetition, and something cold settled in my stomach. This wasn't just shock from whatever had happened. This was the kind of grief that came from losing something irreplaceable."Hey, look at me." I grabbed her shoulders, careful of the wound. "What happened? Where's Calla?"But Zara couldn't seem to hear me. She just kept sobbing those same words, her whole body trembling in a way that reminded me of that eight-year-old girl hiding in the closet while vampires tore our world apart.Rikka appeared beside us, her medical instincts kic

AxelThe afternoon sun filtered through the compound's old windows, casting long shadows across the main hall where I stood watching the pack go through their daily routines. A week had passed since Jordan's murder and Calla's kidnapping, but the compound still felt hollow, like a house with too many empty rooms.I found myself looking toward the small cemetery behind the compound, where Jordan's grave sat under the oak tree we'd planted years ago for fallen pack members. Rikka had been out there again this morning, same as every day for the past seven days.My feet carried me across the courtyard before I consciously decided to walk over. The grass was still damp from the morning dew, and I could smell the fresh earth where we'd laid Jordan to rest just days ago.Rikka stood in front of the simple stone marker, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and something else in the other. She wasn't crying anymore - that had stopped after the third day. Now she just looked tired

Blake's smile turned predatory as he continued. "You see, your precious mate mentioned something very interesting during his stay with me. Marcus Kane. Another feral-born with exceptional abilities.""That little tidbit was enough to satisfy my immediate curiosity," Blake said. "So I let him go. After all, I already knew about you, my dear."The casual way he said it made my blood freeze. Blake had known I was a moonkeeper all along, I knew that at least."The question wasn't whether I could find you," Blake continued. "The question was when the right moment would present itself. And thanks to your mate's rescue mission, you delivered yourself right into my hands.""You bastard," I snarled, pulling against the restraints that held me to the bed."Business, my dear. Nothing personal." Blake set the tablet aside and moved closer, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair in a gesture that made my skin crawl. "Though I must admit, having you here does bring back memories of our marriage."