All Chapters of Alpha's Tension: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BenMy ear has been pressed against the door to the dungeon since she asked me to leave. When the wolves of the pack passed, I would straighten, crossing my arms in front of my chest when they would greet me. It wasn't until Kyle approached me that I let my shoulders drop. "She's down there with Carter. Caleb. Whatever the fuck his name is." I grumble my words out, and Kyle nods his understanding, taking his place next to the door with me. "How's Bethany?" I ask, trying to keep my mind off what could be happening behind us. Despite Kyle's frustrated sigh, he smiles. "Amazing. She still hates the idea of living here with the pack, but damn, the sex is fucking amazing," he says with a laugh. My mind instantly runs to the memories of Daliah in my bed, and I smile to myself. "I can't wait for you to meet your mate, Alpha. I know it's been a long search, but I promise the wait is worth it," he says it with a stern glance at me. I know this is his way of telling me not to settle for Dal

Daliah I'm not sure how long it took for me to stop throwing up, but once I was done, I couldn't help but collapse on my back. I can feel the sweat on my face, and I don't care that they see me like this. Life was much better when I thought I was dead. The thought hits me like a truck, and I swallow the cry that threatens in my throat. Bethany is shining a light in my eyes, and I can see her moving her lips, but I can't hear what she says. I try to focus my sight on her, but my vision blurs repeatedly, making it difficult. I can't hear myself when I open my mouth to call for him, but it must be coherent enough that they understand. Bethany backs away from the bedside, and Ben comes into view. His thumb runs over my hand when he intertwines our fingers, but the electric shock that usually accompanies it is hardly a tingle to my numb skin. Again, I see his lips moving, but can't hear what he is saying. When his hand brushes against my forehead, I can feel the heat radiating from my

Daliah 24 hours have passed since I woke up in the infirmary. This time, when I open my eyes, the first thing I am met with is the dark painted ceiling I have gotten used to. His scent wraps around me, and I take it in slowly. I don't have to look over to know Ben is in the bed with me, so I reach my hand out to his side. When my fingers brush against his arm, his head shoots up quickly, his soft snoring cut short. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" He rapidly fires questions at me, already climbing his way closer to me. I try to laugh, but a smile is the closest I can get to that. His hand instantly lands on my scar, softly running its length while he speaks. "I feel," I start to say, but my throat burns. He nods his head, waiting for me to continue my sentence. "Yeah?" His tone is hopeful, but I squint up at him, brows furrowed in disgust. "Gross. Need to shower," I say, frustrated that my voice remains strained with every word. Ben laughs, and I can feel the electricity run th

Daliah His words hurt. Worse than I could have imagined, his words hurt. They were like a knife slicing into my already cut skin, twisting until I had no more cries to give. Yet, I kept my chin held high in the face of his betrayal. I am already a fuck-up of a wolf for Ben to deal with. Lord knows the shit he is going to go through for marking me, after what happened between him and my father. Not to mention, I was the freak without a wolf, and the wolf with all the scars. No one will ever look at me and think "she was the perfect choice for Luna of the North." No, they will think I am pathetic. A wolf who let herself get assaulted, beaten, and scarred over and over again. Out of everything, I will not let them see me cry over my best friend's betrayal. Despite my best efforts, the emotional turmoil drains me of my last remaining energy rather quickly, and before I know it, I am waking up next to Ben again. There is early morning light filtering through the curtains covering the

Daliah "Well, we can't just keep him in the dugeons. He works for the fucking government, that's not exactly something we can just bury," I argue, crossing my arms dramatically while Ben paces in front of the window in his office. He lets out a heavy sigh before pulling out his phone. "What are you doing?" I ask, well aware of how nosey I sound. He holds a finger up to me, and I roll my eyes at his lack of words. "Malcome. Do you have any friends in DC? Alright, we're going to send Miller your way. No, the guy you turned into a fucking leech in my dungeons." Now it is his turn to roll his eyes as he points at the phone while mouthing the words 'fucking idiot' to me. I snuffle the giggle that comes out at his reaction. "Right. Yeah. Alright. Alright! Fuck, dude, I get it." It is the last thing he says before he hangs up the phone with a sigh of relief. "Malcome says there's a coven in DC that will take him in, but he wants something from us," he says, planting himself in the leath