All Chapters of The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

Mara’s POV The first time I helped the mage change Damon’s bandages, I was so anxious that my shaking hands almost dropped the vial. “Easy there,” the mage murmured without looking up, his long fingers sketching symbols into the darkened wound on Damon’s body. “If you spill the contents of that vial, it’ll not only burn through the bed, it’ll take weeks to brew another one. He’d be on his way to the moon goddess.” That had been about three nights ago. Now my hands were steadier, I knew it was either I was careful and confident or Damon got the consequences. I uncorked the vial, and tipped out exactly three drops of the weirdly smelling brew, and then I pressed them gently along the black veins running up Damon’s forearm. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even twitch in pain. He just watched me with those steady eyes that made my heart beat faster and warmth fill my cheeks. “That’s good,” the mage muttered, satisfied. “You’re learning really fast, you should consider learning a bit of alc

Aiden’s POV The first thing I saw was the boxes. Big bulky, expensive looking boxes being hauled into my house. My own house. I immediately killed my headlights and parked across the street, tucked under the spot with no streetlights. A blind side that left me hidden but with a clear view of the driveway. Mara was there, laughing happily at something the cab driver said. Why was she acting so happy? I tried to get a good look at the cab driver, he seemed old. He handed her another box and I clenched my jaw so hard, it ached. Those were cloth boxes. Where in the world did Mara get the moon credit enough to buy clothes that came in boxes? Or were they for someone else or for a business? There was no way in hell that those boxes I had just seen, that they all belonged to Mara. I leaned forward against the steering wheel, my eyes narrowed so I could really see. Mara paid the man, she paid him well, judging by the boss he gave her and the smile that hadn’t washed even when he got

Damon’s POV I heard Mara enter the safe house with her usual quiet grace but there was something my wolf caught instantly… there was something she was trying to hide. With my wound, I wasn’t too busy to notice that she was favoring one side over the other. I shifted on the chair, grimacing at the tearing pain that enveloped my arm. “You’re late today,” I muttered, my tone rising more than I had intended. That was the pain’s doing. Mara only lifted a small bag in her hand. “I had to stop by the pharmacy. There are medicines for the pain, just in case we have another purging.” When she approached me, I caught it. There was a faint shadow imprinted on her cheek, slightly visible under the powder she had dusted on. Was that a bruise? My chest burned. Mara set her things down and sat down beside me, my arm was very stiff as she rolled up my sleeves with her careful hands. “Let me see what this looks like today.” I hissed as she began peeling off the bandages from my arm. The black

Damon’s POV Her eyes looked at me with confusion, “why do you have a photo of her? Who are all these women?” “Well, these are all candidates of prestigious families, in all the regions my father likes. He handpicked them for me to choose one of them as my mate… and I came across that photo.” I said, as a matter of factly. Mara’s lips parted as she stared at the photo in question, her hand trembling just slightly. “But she’s just an…”I cut her off, voice sharp. “I don’t think so. I think she played almost everyone… maybe even him too.” Her eyes flew to mine, startled, as though I had under the words straight from her mouth. I leaned forward and took the photo out of her hand, snapping the folder shut. “How about the other girls? Didn’t you see one of them you’d like to get to know? They’re really beautiful girls. Or are you more inclined to finding your one true mate? I get it though, a guy like you would prefer to pick his own mate if he can’t find his true mate…” she said, her