All Chapters of The Alpha's Scorned Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LeviLooking at Phoebe as she sleeps peacefully against me, I reluctantly untangle my arms from around her and carefully lay her back on the bed. She whimpers, shifting for a moment until her arms wrap around the pillow I was lying on, breathing in my scent. Chuckling, I shrug off the shirt I was wearing and place it beside her. Hopefully, my scent will linger until I can return to her side.‘Waiting on you, Levi,’ Lance’s voice flickers through the link, and I suppress a groan of annoyance. I just want to stay here in bed with Phoebe, to hold her tight and forget about my duties.‘I know. Phoebe and Saben are asleep now, so I will be at the Haven Trail pack house soon,’ I reply, looking at the baggy sweater thrown on the chair by the closet door. It is Phoebe’s favorite, the one she always wears in the morning. With a smile, I shrug the sweater on, instantly enveloped by Phoebe’s scent. I will keep this sweater with me while I am busy with my tour.Leaving the small cottage, I am sto

PhoebeThree Months LaterLooking at the paperwork on my desk, I sigh and lean back in my chair. Reports from Lance and Miella have been coming in about the packs facing restructuring because of the bullshit they kept hidden behind their walls, namely keeping rogues in the dungeons as breeders to grow their packs. I was appalled when I learned about this and offered to send Claira and Mavric to help with the restructuring, but Levi turned me down, stating it was his fault for not going on a tour annually due to his need to find his mate while going through frequent and intense ruts.Now, his work has become a lot harder to deal with because of this; the only positive thing is that since he marked me, his ruts have stopped entirely. Hell, I think they stopped because he and I fucked when I was in heat. His animal urges were satiated while fucking me senseless during those three days.“Phoebe, are you free?” The door to my office opens, and Jiya walks in, a smile on her face. Her body i

Levi Holding the little pup in my arms, I carefully feed her a bottle of formula. She is so tiny that I worry I might squish her if I am not careful. An hour has passed since I arrived in this nursery. By now, all the pups inside have been checked, and their health and safety are the top priorities for these hunters. The pups who do not show any signs of magical powers are raised until they turn sixteen and then shipped off to the highest bidder to become slaves. Their wolves are beaten into submission by the hunters, and each record is meticulously documented. “Phoebe is on her way with some computer programs from her company that can help track down the buyers of the pups these bastards sold,” Lance says from beside me, anger in his eyes. “It seems we will need to end the royal tour early to deal with this new development,” I state, pulling the empty bottle from the pup’s lips and carefully lifting her to my shoulder to burp her the way Aileen showed me. This pup seems quite

Phoebe Sitting at the dining table with Saben beside me, eating a stack of pancakes, and the little pup in my arms suckling away at her bottle, I watch as Aileen paces back and forth, wringing her hands. My friend is a ball of nervous energy, all because we have begun to look into the pups the hunters were breeding and selling and are working on finding where those already sold may be. “I can’t believe it’s already been a week since we came here,” Aidan grumbles, taking a seat at the table while nursing a mug of coffee. “Or that newborns would be so hard to raise,” Lance mutters with a sigh, making me chuckle. “You have no idea,” I say, watching Aileen’s lips curl into an amused grin before she stops. “Do we have any word on what is happening at the warehouse right now?” she asks, and I shake my head no. A week has passed since I was asked to come to Vancouver to help comb through the data the hunters left behind in the warehouse. So far, everything has been heavily encrypted

Levi Phoebe has been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes now. She took the plastic bag with her into the room as soon as Saben and Savannah fell asleep. At first, I thought it was a woman’s thing, as I remember learning that she-wolves get their period after their heat, but then I wondered why it was coming so late. They would normally have gotten that a week, maybe two, after their heat. Something must be wrong. Climbing off the bed, I make my way to the closed door. I know it isn’t locked, but I also don’t want to barge in and intrude on her privacy. “Phoebe?” I call out, knocking on the bathroom door. Silence follows for a moment, and I consider knocking again, but then the door swings open, and a teary-eyed Phoebe greets me. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her into my arms instinctively and rubbing her back slowly. “I… I’m pregnant,” Phoebe whispers. Shocked, I pull back gently to look at her, praying that I heard her correctly. “What?” I ask quietly, gently lifting h