All Chapters of The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damon’s POV“I think Mara is already in the safehouse.” Ryan said, as he came to a stop in the driveway. That pulled me out of my reverie, I had another important situation and that involved Mara. As I got in, the safe house smelled faintly of fresh coffee, it was like she knew what I suddenly needed or maybe she had had a shitty morning like me too. Mara was bent over her notepad, scribbling furiously. Her brows were drawn tight and her lips pressed together. It was like she was the picture of determination but somehow I still sensed the exhaustion. She looked up the moment I entered the room. “Good morning, I made some coffee as it’s not every day you’re late. I figured something was up…” she pointed at the coffee machine. I didn’t need to be told twice. I got there and got myself a huge mug of the fresh brew. After about two sips of the coffee, I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yeah, that was needed….” “Rough morning?” She asked,“Something like that,” I managed to give her a sm

Damon’s POV The dinner wasn’t over… but Father had managed to put a sock in Darius’s mouth. Seraphina spoke for the first time tonight, her voice soft, measured. “Maybe it’s not so unreasonable, a bond like this could protect you… from enemies and unnecessary strain. And a chosen mate is just as wonderful as a fated mate.” She turned her head slightly, looking at me with what anyone else might call concern. “I’m sure they just want what’s best for you, Damon.” A perfect lie. Her tone and facial expressions dropped of sympathy but I knew better. Everything about their alliance, this family and even this dinner was calculated. “She seems like poison dripped in honey. Darius probably put her up to this, he’s cruel to her.” Kai muttered. “Be careful.” “This is not optional, Damon. You are only an Alpha because you’re my son. You carry my name and this pack is not a playground for your leftist ideals. Expansion ensures survival and without it, you are nothing but a caretaker. A

Damon’s POV The call came through just after two in the morning, I had been busy with my betas, Zeta and Ryan. I had assumed the proctor would wait till morning. “This is Proctor Varin,” the clipped voice announced. “We’ve completed the processing on Mara Raken’s results under wraps as you said.” I straightened on the bed. Kai rumbled low in my chest, he also was exhausted. “She passed, I can feel it. Our mate passed.” “Your Beta candidate has not only passed,” Varin continued, “but she has achieved reinstatement status. She is eligible for full wages and bonuses, effective immediately. Normally there would be a public acknowledgment in the morning, but given your request for her records to remain redacted, all documents will be transferred directly to you. She’ll only need to send her private details to finalize the payroll unless you’d prefer to do that as well.” I allowed only the faintest nod, though satisfaction pulsed through my body. “Thank you. I would prefer to be

Mara’s POV I had seen men fall in battles and operations before, and I had held other betas as they bled out in the mud, some weren’t too far gone before their body’s natural healing mechanism kicked into place. But nothing… absolutely nothing, compared to seeing Damon fall to the ground. There was one of the puppets between me and him and I had killed him in a matter of seconds. By the time I got to Damon, he was already convulsing in pain and on his knees. I grabbed him, trying to pull him into a seating position but with the jerks, his body was even heavier. I pulled him and he turned inwards. His weight nearly crushed me, all his Alpha muscle and heat, his body continued trembling against mine, but I refused to let him go. “Damon! Stay with me!” His body convulsed, with black veins twisting and turning like snakes up his arm. My wolf, Kira, was shrieking in my head. “The magic is eating him alive. Move, Mara! MOVE! We need to help him. Call Ryan…”“Ryan! Get here…Now!” I sc

Mara’s POV Damon jerked up and gasped out for air, he groaned, forcing his eyes open. Pain twisted his face, He was still Alpha enough to growl loudly even if he was one step away from death. “Call… Mage,” he rasped. His voice sounded shredded but his eyes were pinned on Ryan. “My. Phone. Mage. Call. Safe house. Now.” Ryan dug out Damon’s phone from his pocket as I held my hands over Damon’s arm. Ryan hit the contact list, searching for Mage. The phone rang but there was no answer, he called again. No answer. He cursed under his breath and sent a text, blunt and urgent.“I sent Mage a text with the safe house address, I told them Damon was poisoned. Let’s get Damon to the safe house, nothing to be done here.” He said. The hospital gave us a wheelchair to haul Damon to the van, we sped towards the safe house. Damon was in and out of consciousness, sometimes he woke up snarling and others, he was muttering things I couldn’t really make sense of. “Zeta said he thinks he got the loca