All Chapters of Alpha's Heat His To Ruin Hers To Heal: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CallaTerror flooded through me as Blake turned those glowing red-and-gold eyes in my direction. The mixture of vampire crimson and werewolf amber swirled together like flames that belonged in nightmares, not in the face of the man I'd once called husband."Come here, Calla," he said, his voice carrying new depths of authority that made my skin crawl. "It's time to come home."Every instinct screamed at me to run, but there was nowhere to go. Vampire and werewolf armies surrounded us on all sides, and Blake stood between me and any possible escape route.Axel's growl cut through the evening air like a blade. My mate stepped forward, his gray eyes blazing with protective fury that I'd seen him turn on anyone who threatened his pack."Stay away from her," Axel snarled, his hands already shifting into claws.Blake didn't even turn to look at him. His strange dual-colored eyes simply glowed a little brighter.Axel stopped mid-step like he'd hit an invisible wall. His hands flew to his hea

Calla Darkness swallowed me whole, and for a moment I wondered if this was what death felt like. Peaceful and just....empty. Like I was floating in warm water where nothing could hurt me anymore. I'd been falling unconscious so much lately that it was almost funny. From this to that to the laboratory to Blake's psychic attacks to whatever this was now. My life had become a series of blackouts punctuated by brief, terrifying moments of consciousness. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I could just drift here forever and never have to face Blake again. Never have to watch him torture Axel or hurt my pack or force me to choose between saving the people I loved and preserving what was left of my sanity. The idea was tempting. So tempting. "Calla." The voice came from somewhere far away, soft but insistent. I tried to ignore it, to sink deeper into the comfortable darkness. "Calla." There it was again, closer this time and really annoying. Why couldn't this voice just let me rest?

AxelPain hammered through every broken bone in my body, but I couldn't look away from Calla and Blake. They stood maybe fifteen feet apart, both completely still like they were frozen in time. Their eyes were open but staring at nothing I could see.Whatever battle they were fighting wasn't happening here in the physical world.I tried pushing myself up from the blood-covered rocks, but my ribs screamed at each movement I made. Dark spots danced around my vision as broken bones shifted against each other."Easy, boss," Malachai's deep voice came from beside me as his massive hands grabbed my shoulders, holding me upright against his chest. "Don't try moving yet."Through the pain, I checked on my pack. Jace was sitting up now, blood still dripping from his ears but his eyes looked clearer. Marcus had gotten to one knee, though his hands shook while he tried....reloading his shotgun. Even Rikka was stirring, pushing herself off the rocky ground.Blake's psychic hold on them was gettin

Calla Wait. A different idea hit me like lightning in the white space. Since Blake and I were linked through his mental attack, and since he had part of me in him through my blood from his transformation, couldn't he work as a conduit instead? His hybrid body was strong enough to handle the power surge, and I could channel Selvarra's abilities through him while staying in my own body. Selvarra actually smiled at this when I told her of my thoughts, a real smile that lit up her ancient features. "You know," she said with genuine amusement, "in all my millennia of existence, I never considered that option." My jaw dropped. *This was the fucking Moon Goddess and she couldn't even think of this obvious solution?* Was I seriously about to sacrifice and damn myself for nothing when there was another way? The cosmic irony made me want to laugh and scream at the same time. *Maybe I should have become a goddess instead,* I thought sarcastically. *Apparently I'm better at problem-solving

CallaThe morning sun streamed through our bedroom window, painting golden stripes across Axel's sleeping face. I traced the lines of light with my fingertip, marveling at how peaceful he looked. A week had passed since what the whole world now called "The Great Memory Gap" - that inexplicable phenomenon where millions of people across the globe lost chunks of their memories from the same time period.Scientists were calling it everything from mass psychological trauma to solar flare effects. The news ran stories about it constantly - families trying to piece together missing days, support groups for people struggling with the collective amnesia, government investigations that led nowhere.All anyone really knew was that something had happened worldwide, leaving people with gaps they couldn't explain and a strange sense that they'd forgotten something important.For us, the official story was simpler. Our volunteer organization, the Vanguard, had been first responders to an industrial