All Chapters of The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mara’s POV The room was only a bit lit when I stirred from my sleep. My mouth was dry and my head felt as heavy as a ton. There was also a banging headache that I couldn’t bear. They were effects of the hangover from drinking so much yesterday or was that earlier today. I had no idea how much time had passed. I wasn’t much of a drinker but I had just found myself doing it, I needed some peace. The peace that was him. Damon. He was seated in the chair beside the bed, his head was tilted back and his jaw was tight, barely visible in the little light in the room. He must have dozed off watching over me, even asleep he looked like he was carved out of stone, he looked controlled. His chest rose and fell steadily, I wondered why he hadn’t laid on the bed. Everything replayed in my head now, the bond calling to him even though I didn’t want it to, the kiss we shared that absolutely blew my mind. All my years of being with a man that didn’t see me, that used me, that didn’t appreciate

Mara’s POV I woke up before Damon did this time, my body ached in ways that were tender and pleasant. I wasn’t in pain, the ache was proof… proof that last night and this morning was not a dream. I had truly given in that he had been mine and I had been his.And by the goddess, he looked so peaceful asleep. His chest rose and fell in a steady flow, his face was so calm and he was completely unguarded. No responsibilities, no worries, just Damon. Honest, kind and strong Damon. The realization that he had never been with anyone before me still blew my mind. It was there in every hesitant touch, in every breath he took and in every thrust. Although he was inexperienced, his wolf definitely didn’t show it. “Mara… Mara… I told you that our mate is the best that the Goddess could have ever given anyone… the connection is so strong.” Kira pranced around in my heart. She was right. I had never felt anything like what I felt with Damon; his hunger for me was raw, unrestrained and intoxicat

Talia’s POV The house had been quiet but only for a day now, my father had stopped stomping around the house. And the guests and servants knew better than to linger around. Mother’s laughter echoed down the hall as usual, sometimes hysterical, sometimes evil. Often it sounded like both. She was busy humming an old lullaby that I hadn’t heard from her since I was a child. The same song she used to sing when she thought my father wasn’t around or when she remembered a part of herself before her insanity. I had never heard anyone speak of my mother before the madness; not even a single servant from that time remained in this fortress of ours. I had tried severally to picture her before then but I was always unfortunate because it was a dead end for me. The woman was mad… had always been mad to me. “Mother?” I said softly, stepping into her sitting room. She was seated by the window as usual. It was past noon yet she was still in her silk nightgown, it was a tangled mess around her

Damon’s POV Ryan was seated at the far end of the table, the tablet he was working with lit his face while Zeta paced near the window. Mara was beside me, flipping through one of the old record binders Ryan had dug out from the archives in the Beta Registry Office.“So,” Ryn started, breaking the silence, “what do we actually know about your mother?” Mara’s fingers stopped flipping. “I don’t really know much,” she said softly. “She was… gentle. I don’t remember her scent or her laugh. I don’t even remember if I ever saw a photo. That’s what makes this so much worse.” Zeta leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. “Do you remember her wolf perhaps?” “Yes.” Mara’s eyes were unfocused now. “She was white, pure and bright white. Like the moon. People used to stare when she shifted and she would carry me on her back. I know the color was rare… but now I’ve come to see that it’s like she carried the Goddess’s mark.” “A white wolf is indeed rare and they have a closer relationship with

Damon’s POV My paws burned hot as I got to the Redwind Gate, the speed had prompted the betas at the gate to open the gates ajar. They were scared and hoped to not fall into the wrath of their Alpha. But I wasn’t here for them at all. I was here for one man, and one man only. My father. I barged right into the fortress, still in my wolf form. I paced round the hall, knowing fully well that my father and brother wouldn't be too far away after my entrance. “Haven't I taught you anything? It is rude to remain in your wolf form in anyone’s house…” My father stated, as he walked towards me with poise and I shifted back into my human form, grabbing a coat by the doorpost, it didn’t quite fit but it would make do for now. “Technically, this is my house.” I barked, “this house and all the workers in it should serve the reigning Alpha.” “How dare you speak to me in that manner?”“How dare me? How dare you father? You kept Marius in the dungeon as opposed to an actual beta prison and