All Chapters of The Alpha's Scorned Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PhoebeTwo Months LaterStaring at my laptop while reading over the schedule for my first semester at the University of Ottawa, I can’t help the pride swelling inside me. Two months have passed since I left the royal pack, and during that time, I traveled to different towns in Ontario, sightseeing and enjoying the summer sun, or camped out in the woods in my trusty van.At first, I spent two weeks crying until my eyes were puffy and sore, feeling the pain of rejection and the way the bond sparked every so often, reaching out for King Levi. Slowly, though, the pain began to fade, and I soon learned how freeing it felt to no longer deal with the rumors that used to follow me down the many halls of the palace.From what Lance told me, once the first month of my being a rogue had passed, King Levi had gone feral, searching for his mate. Every trace of my scent had disappeared the night I left; Lance even had some omegas he trusted deep-clean my room so that King Levi couldn’t figure out t

PhoebeThanking Aileen and Mrs. Singh for their help putting away my groceries, I lead the two ladies to the door despite their protests and reminders that I need to rest. Both have been a big help after my discharge from the hospital, as Aileen has taken me to the grocery store even though I insist I can use a grocery delivery service. My words fall on deaf ears, though, as the spirited vampire drives us to the nearest grocery store and promptly uses the parking space meant for pregnant women. I protest at this, but Aileen sniffs the air and gives me a knowing look. Mrs. Singh doesn’t have to say anything; this vampire, who I’ve learned is over five hundred years old, can smell the pup inside me.Reluctantly, I follow the two women into the grocery store, both insisting I push the cart for support while they let me walk down the aisles at my own pace, picking what I need. When I have finished gathering my groceries, Aileen is quick to step in and pay for them before I can even take o

PhoebeStanding in front of the old mansion surrounded by the fresh scent of pine and maple, I smile, already imagining how this place will look after renovations. Most of the ivy crawling up the stone will need to be removed to prevent further damage, from what I can see. Not only that, but I will also need to repave the driveway from the main road all the way to the mansion that will become my future pack house.“I already have the paperwork for you to sign if you are sure about turning this place into a home. Hell, I have been looking for a pack to join and would be happy to call you my alpha,” a sultry voice calls, making me grin. I look over at the real estate agent, a woman named Serina Vaults, and take in her excited gaze as she looks at the mansion.A month has passed since I found out I am pregnant, and I spent that time talking with Lance after Mrs. Singh—who insisted I call her Jiya—and I discussed creating my own pack. Lance was excited when I explained the idea, stating t

PhoebeStanding in front of the mansion in a long, flowing white chiffon dress, I carefully cradle my belly with my hands as I look up at the moon. The ceremony to transform this land into pack lands will begin soon, as soon as the clock strikes midnight and the full, glowing moon reaches its highest point in the sky.The twenty wolves who will be joining the pack as soon as it forms are dressed in similar white clothing, with Jiya in a simple white sari with silver accents, Claira surprisingly in a white suit, and the rest of the wolves in formal attire that barely keeps us warm on this late March night. A soft breeze brushes past me, blowing my white hair back. The breeze is surprisingly warm, like a mother’s caress, and I smile. It seems the Goddess is blessing this moment.“It is almost time,” Serina whispers, the she-wolf shuddering with excitement. Everyone here is ready to belong to a pack, one that will consider their concerns and work with them to become strong and resilient.

Phoebe “I… I think it just did,” I reply, taking a deep breath.Aileen tells me to stay there before zipping away, her body becoming a blur. I close my eyes, feeling the first sensation of cramping, and I groan. It seems today my pup will be coming.Aileen returns quickly, wrapping her arms around me and helping me to the front door. By now, Jiya and Claira are waiting there, worry and concern on their faces.“Claira, Jiya, and I will take Phoebe to the hospital. You and your dad secure the pack and keep Jiya updated on any issues,” Aileen says as she and Jiya help me down the few steps to the pack house and toward Aileen’s convertible. Claira says something in reply, but a painful cramp—a contraction, to be precise—rips through me, and I scream, not used to this type of pain.Without any further hesitation, I’m helped into the back of the convertible, curling up as best as I can while I try to breathe through the pain. Jiya is beside me, telling me to hang on as Aileen speeds out of