All Chapters of Kidnapped by the Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marius… find me…“Jane! Jane!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the cursed cave.My heart was racing as Jane’s words and voice reverberated in my mind, repeating louder and louder.I got up, ignoring the pain in my wounded leg, and ran toward the cave’s entrance.A storm raged around me, full of thunder. I had no idea what hour it was in the dead of night, and I didn’t care that they were still searching for me in the forest. All I could think about was that Jane was calling me.Oh, goddess, let me reach her. Let me protect her, let nothing bad have happened, and I swear to you, I will set her free.I kept running toward the entrance. I had hidden in the back of that cave after being struck by arrows from the wolves of Delister’s Alpha.She’s not out there. Turn back, or we’ll be caught…Gaius’s voice startled me. He had been silent in my mind for three days.Three days hidden in that cursed cave while Gaius had locked himself away deep in my mind, mourning Jane’s absence.“So you

Kilian still had Tristan pinned against the wall. The difference in strength between them was undeniable—Kilian held him with just one hand clamped around his throat, while Tristan used both of his hands desperately trying to loosen the grip.Kilian’s gaze was filled with disdain.“I’ll tell you what I care about, Tristan. I care about the future of this pack, about making it stronger. I don’t care what you think, or what you feel. If you try in any way to stop Marius from staying here, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”When Tristan didn’t answer, Kilian slapped him across the face with a resounding crack, splitting his nose and drawing blood.The sudden violence made me let out a sharp gasp, and Kilian’s cold eyes darted toward me. I shrank back immediately, trembling.“Do you understand?” he repeated.Tristan gave the faintest nod his restricted airway allowed.A second later, Kilian released him, and Tristan collapsed to his knees, coughing violently.Without another word, Kilian

When I heard my own voice saying no to what he suggested, I realized just how insane this place—this pack—really was.I was refusing to remove a detestable collar with Tristan’s name on it, Tristan, who happened to be my half-brother and cared about me as much as he would about a stray dog.And yet, I clung to that ridiculous collar, because I knew it was the only thing standing between me and the rest of the males in the pack. When I thought of that, Sebastian’s face flashed in my mind—his wicked, lustful eyes.Tristan still had his hand outstretched, waiting for me to hand the collar back. His chin was lifted, his nostrils slightly flared. It was impressive how easily he lost his temper.“No.” I repeated, as if that would somehow make things clearer.But as I expected, he insisted.“No? I don’t understand. Weren’t you just complaining about how much you hate being my slave? How much you hate doing chores for me? Fine then—take off that collar, and let’s see what kind of chores the o

JaneSoft. So soft and warm.As soon as I lay down on the bed, my whole body relaxed. I had spent the entire day cleaning Tristan’s room—goddess, what a mess.I rolled from side to side, inhaling the fresh scent of fabric softener on the sheets and listening to the quietness of the house—if you ignored the sound of a soccer game blaring from downstairs. But I was so exhausted that even that couldn’t keep me awake.I closed my eyes, ready to drift off, when the door burst open with such force it made me fall off the bed.“Goddess…” I exclaimed, standing up to see Beth in the doorway, coat still on and an unfriendly expression on her face.“Tristan wants you in his room.”“Wow, that was fast,” I muttered, which only seemed to make her angrier.Beth stomped her foot and crossed her arms.“He hasn’t done anything! Because of you…” She averted her eyes.I studied her, noticing how tense she seemed. Had he hurt her? Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it.Tristan and his black, thorn-covered heart—always

JaneMarius’s eyes were red and bloodshot, his sharp teeth emerging, and when Tristan made the foolish mistake of showing up and placing a hand on my shoulder, he lunged.I managed to step aside just in time as Marius violently charged at Tristan.They crashed into a brutal fistfight until Marius subdued him for a few seconds, straddling him and landing several punches to his face. The difference in weight and height between them was enormous—Tristan was younger than me, just an adolescent—cruel and perverse, but still an adolescent.Marius kept punching him over and over until blood began to spray everywhere, and I brought my hands to my head. Oh, by the goddess! They were brothers too…What was I supposed to do? Marius was going to kill him, and then I would never find out anything more about my past.Before I could move, Tristan somehow managed, unbelievably, to lift Marius slightly and roll to the side, then get to his feet with his fists raised.His nose was broken, blood was run