All Chapters of Torn Between my Alpha Mates: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zoya’s P.O.VAt first, I could not move. I did not know what to do at the sight of… this. I had expected a peaceful night, at last, after the shitshow I had experienced yesterday. I thought I could finally rest and wallow in my thoughts as well as the direness of this situation in a place where nothing reminded me of everything.I thought I could finally be alone, in a place where no one else was, so no one could stop me from beating myself up for everything that had happened and, in the end, eventually, pulling my own weight back up.However, instead of the prospect of rest and relaxation, I was greeted by a very wounded, very naked man inside the cabin I'm supposed to be living in for the duration of my stay here in the Sapphire Mountains.He was lying with his back on the floor; his limbs sprawled out on either side of him. I thought he was dead, and the idea nearly gave me a heart attack, but as I inspected him more closely, walking a bit closer so I could see him better in the ov

Zoya’s P.O.VOnce I was finally satisfied that I had given the man enough medical treatment so that he would not get infected by any bacteria, it was time to wait.At first, I only sat next to him, feeling his warmth and listening to him breathe as he slept on, further into the sweet embrace of the night. But I quickly realized that it was not a very ideal position to be in. First of all, watching someone sleep, even though it was not my intention, was creepy. Second, I felt sort of restless as I sat here, doing nothing.To cure my restlessness and make me feel as though I was doing something worthwhile during my free time, I stood from my sitting position on the floor, deciding to go around the house to explore and make it feel more like a home and less of an abandoned, unloved building.The first thing I did was to remove all the dust cloths that covered the furniture in the house. I then folded them and put them away in the cabinet that I found in one of the rooms. Thanks to those

Ezra’s P.O.VI had always known how to mourn. The budding start of my life had been built around grief — the grief of infidelity, the betrayal of a father, the exile of a scorned step-mother. The foundations of my life, the scaffoldings of my character, had been created with the protein blocks of suffering. I was unloved as a child of an affair. I was born to suffer. And now, again, life had reminded me of who I am, put me into my rightful place of pain, with the death of a mate.I had always known how to mourn, but I have never had to mourn a beloved's death like I did now. It was always one loss after loss, the kind of loss that was brought about by physical separation rather than spiritual.This was my first time grieving the loss of someone's life that I had held dearer than my own. My mother had taken her life after years of having carried the brunt of my father's mistreatment, but I had not known what love truly meant back then, so I did not mourn her like I should have. I did n

Zoya’s P.O.VFor a couple of long moments, I merely sat there, letting myself feel the weight of my mom's words, letting the gravity of each cut sink in.It was not long before it was time for me to go back in. I had become so sleepy that I could hardly keep my head up, and I caught myself nodding off so many times that I lost count and decided that I had to go back inside and sleep.It must have been pretty late at night, or rather, early in the morning, because my mind was all but blank at this point. After all, there was a limit to how much suffering a person could take before their mind just stopped working.I went to check on the man once before going to bed. I checked his temperature and observed that it was slowly going back to normal. In fact, his fever had significantly reduced. What's more was that his wounds were also getting better. To be honest, I found it strange that he was healing so quickly — only an hour after getting medication, and for these wounds that were brutal

Silas’s P.O.VI was shaken out of misery when something occurred to me. The scent… that mix of jasmine and roses and something else still lingered in the air! It was sweet and it scratched all the right itches in my brain, calling out to me. Whenever I smelled it, it was like I was reborn into a newer, better version of myself.“What is that?” I grumbled to myself, taking a long whiff to try and trace it to its source. It did not smell distant, on the contrary, it was quite near. In fact, when I got up from the floor on unsteady feet, my nose led me to a locked bedroom door.I stared at it, unsure of how to proceed. I looked out of the window. It was morning now, and even though I was a bit drowsy from my sleep and sore from the hours I spent passed out on the hard wooden floor, I knew well enough that I was still in the woods because I still recognized the scenery outside — the same familiar woods, just not in the territory I was accustomed to.I turned back toward the door, my eyes