All Chapters of The Alpha's Scorned Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LeviFive Years LaterTaking deep breaths as flames lick at my body, I curl in on myself while the cold water from my shower rains down on me. My rut has come again so soon, the pain unbearable unlike previous times. The doctor who came to see me said it was because I had met my mate. I had fucked her during a rut. Now, my body craves her touch and the sweet relief only her pussy can bring. Every fiber in my being screams at me to find my mate, to sink my aching fangs into her neck and mark her as mine, but it’s been five years since she went missing, and no one has been able to find her.“How long has it been since this one started?” someone asks quietly.Turning to look at the figure leaning against my wall, I find Lance watching me with sad eyes. My friend has stood beside me these last five years as I slowly lost my sanity to my ruts. I knew when they began to grow stronger, felt the moment the mate bond reached out to me as a sense of longing and pain radiated from it. My mate

LeviWatching the trees pass by as the SUV I sit in zooms down the highway, my mind wanders to thoughts of what this Alpha Cross is like. Five years ago, Lance brought me a stack of paperwork to review. They were proposals from wolves wanting to form new packs around the world. At the time, I was not interested in approving new packs, as land disputes were popping up repeatedly. I skimmed through the paperwork, finding many inadequate plans ranging from insufficient land for a new pack to grow to not finding a suitable place for a pack house.Then I came upon the last folder.A she-wolf was asking to become an alpha of her own pack just outside Ottawa, Ontario. She had already found an adequate chunk of land for sale that would easily support a pack of over five hundred, and this land came with a large Victorian mansion that would make the perfect pack house. All I knew was that she wanted to be called Alpha Cross, and that was what made me hesitate before readily agreeing to her pla

LeviWatching Phoebe walk away with Saben fast asleep in her arms, I take in the lingering scent of vanilla custard, itching to race after her and hold her in my arms.Throughout dinner, I watch as Saben steals everyone’s attention while he talks to Lance with such ease. Phoebe has stayed quiet, only cutting in when expanding on a topic about Saben’s interest in reading, and I am captivated by the mother-son duo. A nagging feeling that Saben might be mine keeps growing, and the mate bond hums each time I picture Saben being my pup.The signs were there with how he has my green eyes and looks almost identical to how I did as a pup, save for the white locks he got from his mother. When Phoebe declared she was taking Saben to bed, I bolted after her, needing to know if Saben was mine.He has no father because his father never wanted me, so why should he want his own son? Those words echo in my mind, and I search the mate bond for answers. What I found made everything click into place.Th

PhoebeGrowling playfully at Saben as he gently tugs on my tail, I swat at my pup with my paw, getting a squeal of delight from him as he lets go of my tail and ducks, running away from me toward the garden. I grin, trotting after my pup while staying alert for any threats, even though our small cottage is deep inside Haven Trail’s territory.“Mama, come get me!” Saben calls out with a giggle, my tail swishing happily as I chase my pup through the trees. His scent of mango custard—a perfect mix of mine and Levi’s scents—is easy to follow, and every so often, I would slink around the trees only to appear in front of my son and flick my tongue along his cheek. Each time I do this, his little hands wrap around my neck.‘I gave the royal pack permission to run around in wolf form’, Aidan calls through the link, making me sigh.‘Lance promised that he would keep everyone in line while they are here,’ he adds quickly before I can scold the fifty-year-old wolf.‘Fine, but keep Levi and his w

LeviStanding so close to Phoebe with just a large table between us, I take a deep breath and inhale her vanilla custard scent. It calls to me and makes my blood sing, but guilt creeps in once again. I was a fool to be blinded by rage that day, to have blocked out her scent while I yelled and screamed at her.“Phoebe,” I begin, feeling a lump in my throat. “I’m… I’m sorry for hurting you. For believing in those rumors,” I continue.I watch Phoebe’s face for a reaction, and other than her eyes slightly widening in surprise, she maintains a stoic expression. My apology comes out like word vomit as I apologize for everything: for pushing her away once the rumors started. Most importantly, I apologize for slapping and kicking her that day.“I am so sorry for not putting our packmates in their place when the rumors began. I am sorry for distancing myself and pushing you away.”She scoffs at this, crossing her arms over her chest but doesn’t say anything else. She is letting me speak, and f