All Chapters of Three Alpha brothers and their virgin pet : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

TeresaI felt the weight of the information I got from Tanya pressing against my ribs as I washed the Luna’s china. My hands moved on instinct, and my mind busied itself with counting and memorizing numbers. Numbers that had important consequences tied to them. Numbers that could determine the fate of a pack, or the fatal destruction. Soldiers, Guards shifts, patrol locations, too many men with tough, well-regulated systems, and way too many boys pretending that the fear wasn’t getting to them.While those details bothered me, the details I got today didn’t let me sit still and do nothing.While Tanya shared her information, she was careful and indirect, like sharing the complete story without interruptions could actually result in her death, or paranoia, maybe. Whatever the case was, she didn't tell me because she had to tell me. She told me because she had a lot to protect. Her life and reputation were on the line. As well as her baby girl, kept a secret from a woman who could

TeresaI picked up the mirror from the dresser and handed it over to the Luna so she could take a look at the way I braided her hair. She glanced at the hand mirror and her reflection broke into a wide grin.“How did you learn to make hair so well?” She looked up at me.I shrugged. “Call it the perks of serving your entire life.”She frowned a little. “That is not supposed to be a joke.” She pushed herself up and glanced around her, picking up her purse. “You should take the day off,” she added. “I don't think I'll be needing your services until evening today.”I grinned at her. “Okay, Ma. Thank you, Ma.”She waved a hand of dismissal. “Relax. You need to take some time and rest up.”I nodded, and she exited her room. Grinning, I stepped out, heading outside to find Tanya when I saw her running toward me with wide eyes. She ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, panting.“Thank the stars,” she breathed. “I've searched the entire place for you. Where the hell did you go?”I blinked. “

KellerBennett got out of bed on the third day. When he knocked on my door, and I opened it, I was half-expecting to see Teresa or some clumsy Omega. But it was him.It was Bennett, carrying a small backpack.He pushed the door open and breezed past me, staggering a little into the room.“You look like you need more sleep,” I muttered.“You look like you've forgotten we have a lot of things at stake,” Bennett shot back. “Dress up, we need to get to Getta.”“When you look like hell?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “No. Absolutely not.”Bennett frowned. “I'm not the one at a loss here. Everybody is. Everything is.”“I know, but…”“That's what I thought.”My problem wasn't the journey to Getta. My problem was Bennett collapsing mid-journey. The trip to Getta took two days. Could he withstand the pressure, the cold, and the intensity of the journey?Getta was not a place to travel to by car for many reasons. We had no option but to walk.We started the walk to Getta at dawn, and by the next

KellerGetting back from Getta was more tiring than going there. I sank into my bed, feeling like a log of wood, not daring to imagine how Bennett could be feeling right now. He was the one determined to follow me, even when I told him not to.Right now, I should focus on getting to sleep as fast as possible. It was what my body needed now. It was what my body craved for at the moment. I shut my eyes and waited for sleep to come. That was when I noticed it.At first, I thought it was an aftereffect of my tired body, but as my body relaxed, I couldn’t. Something was missing somewhere, and my hands couldn’t quite place it. I tried to reach out for it and I failed.The spark. The sign that I was still bonded with someone. The proof that Teresa was still breathing.It was there, but it was dim. It wasn’t as sharp as before. It went so dim that I noticed it sharply. This wasn’t nice.I jumped to a sitting position on the bed, all traces of sleep gone. This wasn’t supposed to be happenin

Keller I immediately noticed how wrong the town felt when we arrived. It didn’t feel hostile or dangerous. It felt aware. Like it knew who we were. The magic humming in the air was so thick that it felt like someone was breathing. It was so thick that it crawled under my skin and made my teeth itch. Bennett’s pace slowed beside me, his eyes scanning the crooked street. I took note of the glowing sigils carved into the lamppost and doors. The land felt alive. “Tell me I’m not imagining this,” I muttered. “You’re not,” Bennett replied. “This place has eyes, even at night.” “That’s comforting,” I replied. When we noticed Getta’s figure at the center of the square, I first thought it was a statue we hadn’t notice