บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Alpha: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

I manage to find Harry, who's passed out, his clothes in shreds from his shift. However, when I look around, I see something that has me coming to a stop."Who is he?" I stare at the dead wolf."M-My Pack’s Alpha," Aisha whispers hoarsely."You killed an Alpha?" I give her a shocked look."He was - " Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she goes limp."Aisha!"Her pulse is thready, but she's alive.I look at the dead Alpha and then at the siblings.First things first. I have to get these two to a healer. However, there is no way I can carry them in this condition out of the woods. Not in broad daylight like this.There's only one other option.Carefully laying Aisha on the ground, I take out my phone to call one of the few people I trust wholeheartedly.Maria is a young pack healer. She's still training, but I've been sponsoring her ever since her parents passed away, and she's a gifted talent. She doesn't ask any questions when I call her, simply asking me to send her the locat

I can't leave the room fast enough, and after letting Harry know that his sister is awake, I head to my study. Closing the door behind me, I put my palms on my desk, leaning on it, my head lowered. My body is trembling in a rage I can't seem to control. Picking up the marble figure next to my right hand, I smash it against the wall with a loud roar of anger. It shatters to pieces and is soon followed by more items.However, nothing satiates the anger within me. My office is a mess in the next ten minutes, but I'm still seething with rage. I knew Aisha was hiding something. I just didn't know it was something this extreme. I wish she hadn't killed that bastard Alpha. I would have loved to have a go at him. My eyes move towards the door, but my study is soundproof, so no one has heard the chaos within. Crossing around my desk, I step over the damage and pick up my private line.I dial a number I know only by heart, and after the first ring, a deep voice answers."I need you to look for

He takes me to the table, and I see him hesitate on where to sit. Then, he pulls out a chair two chairs down from Eve. I wonder what he's up to, but I sit down. He places himself between Eve and me, leaving a chair between them empty.His father clears his throat, and when he speaks, there is unmistakable anger in his voice, "Where are your manners?"Morris doesn't respond, ignoring him."It's quite alright," Eve suddenly speaks, her voice so soft and melodic that it makes one want to keep listening. She leans forward to meet my gaze, "You must be Aisha, Morris's 'friend.'"The way she emphasizes my relationship with Morris has me frowning, but I don't get a chance to say anything because she continues, "I'm Eve Montgomery, Morris's fiancée."For a moment, I go still, all the blood draining from my face."Morris?" I turn to look at him, but Morris's expression is blank. However, when he speaks, his voice is icy."I don't remember proposing to you, Eve. Like I told you, you are not my

Her words have me reeling. Her son?!Is this woman Morris's mother? As soon as the thought strikes me, it hits me why I find her features so familiar. I was wrong. Morris doesn't resemble his father as much as he resembles this woman."Are you-" I can't stop myself from asking the obvious question, "-Morris's mother?"The woman gives me a strange look but doesn't answer me, looking up at her female companion, "Sila, where is my baby?""He's in bed, Teresa, where he should be," Sila murmurs, reassuring her. "You just put him to bed yourself, remember?""I did?" Morris's mother looks confused before accepting her companion's answer. "I did."Something is wrong with her. There's this almost hazy look in her eyes.She looks away from me as if forgetting my existence.However, Sila steps towards me, her voice low and urgent, "Is Morris here?"I nod, "I was just looking for him. Is she - Is she really Morris's mother? I thought Ellie was his mother."Sila's eyes tighten fiercely, "Don't eve

I have a bad feeling in my gut that the next thing he's going to go after is my scholarship.My hand clenches into a fist.I can't let him do that. I won't.It's not easy to switch classes this late in the semester, but I reached out to one of my professors from my first semester at this college. I feed her some garbled version of events, keeping my situation with Morris out of the picture completely. It's a lot of red tape, but she allows me to sign up for her course, and I'm only allowed to sit in the exam if I can complete all her assignments and projects within this last week. Citing a viral infection, I take the college's option of online classes, and since I don't have a job anymore, I leave Harry to Maddie, throwing myself into the coursework and assignments.I don't sleep. I barely eat, becoming a shell of myself. By the time I hand in the assignments, I have circles under my eyes, but inside my eyes, there is a grim satisfaction because I am cleared for the exam within an hou