All Chapters of Alpha's Tension: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ben Daliah told me everything that happened with her and the moon goddess, and I am all too happy to comply with the request. Now, as we walk towards my mother's garden home with my hand covering Daliah's, nerves creep through both of us for different reasons. Daliah expressed her concerns about my mother to me, worrying that she wouldn't think she would be a good Luna for her son or the pack. I reassured her endlessly that my mother loves her, which is the truth. My nerves, on the other hand, are because I can only imagine the monster mother-in-law she is going to become while planning the ceremony. We don't have the luxury of waiting outside the door to calm our nerves when my mother throws the door open with a wide smile on her face. "Thank goodness you came early," she says, reaching for Daliah's hand, pulling her inside before we have the chance to respond. In the blink of an eye, Daliah is dragged into the kitchen as my mother points to the pots and pans on the stove. I don'

Daliah"No, this is fine," I say as the tailor tightens the corset ropes around my waist a bit tighter, forcing the air from my lungs. I let out a struggling cough at the movement, and Mrs. Lanzetta laughs from behind me. "Darcy, I don't think she wants this one. Can we try the next one?" Thank goodness she is here to talk some sense into this bridal shop owner. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I tell her that a dress is good or bad; she does the opposite of what I ask. Mundies. The tall woman scurries away before returning with another white dress. Stepping off the platform she had insisted I stand on, I take the fourth dress and head for the changing room. I don't think Darcy likes me very much. Between her constant staring at my scar and her avoiding my gaze, I think I make her uncomfortable. "You all right in there?" Mrs. Lanzetta asks from the other side of the dressing room door. I let out a huff while trying to zip the back of the dress up enough to walk out. "Fine.

Daliah Jessie is a good witch, and I did not think she would be using blood magic at all. Yet, here she is saying I need to give her a pint of my blood for her to perform a ritual. It seems pretty black magic-like to me, but what do I know? "How long will it take?" I ask, my mind instantly returning to the long list of to-do objectives I have. Jessie nods her head back and forth as she contemplates the question. "A few hours, maybe a day," she says, and I turn to Ben with a deep, settled frown. "That's cutting it close to the wedding." My voice is quiet, but loud enough for Jessie to hear. The other witches would not have heard it, had she not reiterated the statement with a shout. "Wedding? You guys are getting married? That's great!" Jessie shouts, smacking Ben on the shoulder like a sister would. With Lorraine, I had been jealous of her time with Ben, but I know better with Jessie. They are more like siblings than anything. Not in the "she's like a sister" way I had heard a l

Ben With my sutures in place and my wounds mostly healed, my mother takes Daliah for the remainder of the day and night. Tomorrow we will be married, and tonight is the night of tradition. Despite knowing this, both of us are reluctant to separate from each other. There could not be a worse time for us to be separated. Carter, our number one prime suspect in the hit and run on the road, has to be close to us. As soon as my mother leaves the infirmary with Daliah, sending me pleading glances over her shoulder, I head for my office with Kyle."Get Malcome on the phone, we're pretty certain it was Carter who hit us on the road," I tell him my thoughts as soon as the door to my office latches behind him. He agrees instantly, pulling his phone from his pocket with a number dialed in a matter of seconds."What is it, beast?" Malcome answers the phone with a sigh, and I remember he was probably asleep since it is the middle of the day. "Where is Carter?" I ask instantly, listening to his

Ben"Dude, this is your last few hours of being free, don't you want to do something with that?" One of my umated warriors asks, smacking his hand on my shoulder. I have a close relationship with all of my wolves, but the warriors and I have a brother-like relationship. "If you get me drunk before my wedding, I will kill you," I tell him, turning back to the full mirror in front of me. My tux is perfectly tailored to my body, and my hair is styled in a different way than usual. Typically, I have it pushed back in the Italian style, but I know Daliah likes it when it is loose. So I have it intentionally loose, but styled to be presentable for the wedding.There are Alphas from every district here, with over 400 guests compacted into the mansion, and I run over every detail of my appearance to ensure I look the part. My mother just left to go check in on Daliah, and it is only an hour from the ceremony time. The warriors joke and laugh about something behind me, but I don't hear the