All Chapters of Torn Between my Alpha Mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ezra’s P.O.VI left the house in a hurried daze. After my sudden realization about… her, that woman I had never seen before, I did not want to stay anywhere near that place for longer than I was supposed to.It made me sick to my stomach to think that… I shuddered. I did not want to dwell on that thought.I did not feel well after that encounter, so I decided to head back to the station and take the rest of the day off. I had no doubt that my beta and Lieutenant would understand; he knew full well the ordeal that I had just gone through. He would not think that I was slacking off from work even though I would not explain the reason for my sudden day off.As soon as I pushed open the door, everyone at the station turned their heads to watch me enter and make my way into my office, where my Lieutenant was temporarily manning my seat in my stead. Even though I was walking with my head down and my eyes glued to the floor and my feet, I could feel their stares burning holes in the back of

Zoya’s P.O.VAdjusting to my new life in the Sapphire Mountains was not at all as easy as Ithought it would be, and I was pretty sure that a lot of my difficulties hadsomething to do with the stranger I call Sam, who insisted upon using my cabin as atemporary shelter to hide from whoever it was that was searching for him.He was the type to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without regard forme, who, in case he forgot, was also living in the same house as he was. He wouldtinker with whatever he could get his hands on, curious, even if it was my property,and he would not even ask if I allowed him to touch it.And I hated it whenever people touched my stuff without my permission, so onecould imagine the stress I was under. Still, I was surprised with how far mypeople-pleasing tendencies could go, because instead of mindlessly faulting him forit and holding this nature of his against him, I found myself trying to justify hisactions.It did not seem like he did it out of

Zoya’s P.O.VFor breakfast, I had found that there was nothing I could get Sam to cook after all as there was nothing but a loaf of sliced bread in one of the cupboards. We shared that plain loaf, none of us complaining about its blandness because we were so hungry that we did not have it in us to do so. And now I was starving again, craving for a late lunch, so I announced my departure, only to let Sam know and not to ask for his permission, and went to start my car.It took a few tries before I managed to get the engine running, and soon, I was heading down the mountain back toward the main town area. I managed to find my way there without needing to call for Cam, which was a small victory in itself, so I gave myself a small pat in the back. “For that, I deserved to eat whatever best-seller they have,” I said to myself as I pulled up to the parking lot of a local diner.The town, indeed, was bustling with life and not as abandoned as it had appeared to be in the middle of the night.

Silas’s P.O.V“And two, you seem to know your way around. Just now, you knew where I got the food from just by tasting it.”Her voice turned thoughtful and she had this faraway look on her face that I could not read. But it was gone before I could think too much about it, and she snapped back to attention as if she did not just go somewhere else with her mind. “Is that enough psychoanalysis for you, Sam?”She did not lie; she truly was adept at reading people, but she did not need to know that, or else she would only find herself pulling closer and closer toward me. “Yeah, that’s enough,” was all I said in response, ignoring the way she was clearly expecting me to either validate or refute what she just concluded about me.“Well?” she prompted when I did not say anything else. “Was I right? How much of it was correct? Why don’t you tell me about yourself, Sam?”I did not answer, hoping that she would let the topic go when she saw that I had no interest or intention to answer. Alas, sh

Zoya’s P.O.VI found that the clinic was in a relatively decent condition with modern equipment and standardized facilities, even though there weren’t a lot of them. What’s good to note, though, was that there was at least an x-ray machine in the absence of an MRI or CT scan, but that much I had already expected from a small clinic in the middle of nowhere.I could not help but compare the tiny clinic to the New York hospital that I was supposed to work in, had things gone my way like I thought they would. I did not like to compare two vastly different things, but I really could not help it since this place was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of my previous workplace.I was used to having patients at every corner of the hospital, lines of people to attend to at every twist and turn. Medical services had always been in demand, especially for large cities like New York with a packed population. I was used to that, but the silence and stillness of the tiny clinic also felt like a re