All Chapters of Captured by the Alpha's Love: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Zane’s POV"Hold still, Zane. I need to see if you’re even alive under here."Travis’s voice sounded tense as he leaned over me with scissors. I didn’t bother moving. Mabel was curled up against my chest, breathing softly, and that was all that mattered.Cold metal brushed my skin as Travis snipped through the last bandage. His hand froze."What is it?" I asked."The wound… it’s gone."I glanced down, unimpressed. "You patched me up. I heal fast."Travis shook his head. "Not this fast. Not with wolfsbane in your blood."He cut another layer and peeled back cotton stained with blood. His eyes went wide when the skin beneath showed nothing but smooth flesh."You’re telling me you don’t believe in miracles?" I asked.He gave me a long look, still frowning. "I believe in medicine. And this… isn’t it. You should have scars. Weeks of recovery

Mabel’s POV“Why are you in my room?” Zane’s voice rumbled, low and sharp.I froze where I stood, clutching his arm, because I felt the heat rolling off him. He was seconds away from throwing Travis through the wall.Travis looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him. His gaze slid to the floor, then flicked up toward me, then back down again. The awkward silence stretched, cut only by the beeping machines Zane had just ripped apart.“I… thought something was wrong,” Travis muttered. “The alarms went off. I had to check your condition.”“Check later,” Zane snapped. His chest Clara hard against my hand. I could feel the tension in his body, like a storm barely contained.Travis didn’t move. His instincts screamed at him to leave, but his duty chained him to the spot. Zane was glaring, daring him to argue.Travis cleared his throat. “If y

Mabel’s POV“Tell me everything. How did you find out?”Vivian’s arms clamped around me before I could even sit down. Her perfume and warmth filled the room, and my brain scrambled for words.“I—”She pulled me straight to the sofa, eyes glittering with curiosity. “Did Zane tell you? Or was it your wolf? Don’t hold back. I need details.”I let out a slow breath. My chest was tight from her excitement. “I don’t think my wolf is back. I can’t feel her. But when Zane touches me, sparks run through me. At first I thought it was medicine messing with me. Then Zane explained about scent, attraction, mates… and it made sense.”Her head tilted, listening as if she had been waiting forever for this confession.“He said you figured it out before I did. Is that true?” I asked, careful not to sound doubtful. I only wanted to kno

Zane’s POV“Respect is earned, Nelle. You know that.”I kept my eyes steady on her. “You can’t expect people to respect you if you refuse to give it first. Everyone here is carrying their weight. I know you just returned, and I know the Lightclaw pack ran things differently, but this is not the same place. I’m glad to hear you’ve been helping Tina in the kitchen. Keep at it, and maybe you’ll step into more responsibility there.”Nelle blinked, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Ordering Omegas around was one thing, but working side by side with them? Her lips parted, and I could almost see the thought turning in her head.“I was already thinking about it. Contributing.”I raised a brow. “You were?” Her sudden enthusiasm caught me off guard.She gave me a sharp nod. “I know you have too much on your plate. That’s why

Zane’s POV“Two minutes. No peeking.”The closet door clicked shut. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying not to count. My body was already awake for her. She had said she wanted to do something for me. I hoped it meant what I thought it meant.Glass clinked on the dresser. The massage oils she picked up after the spa with Vivian caught the light. I pictured them warming in my hands. I pictured her skin under my palms, slick and smooth, her breath catching when I pressed just right. Heat rushed through me so fast I had to shift on the mattress and breathe slow.I needed a thought that would pull me back from the edge. My eyes stopped on the plush toys lined up on the chair, their button eyes turned my way. For a second I saw another room, another time. My mother sat with her legs tucked under the chair while I stood behind her, a comb in my small hands.“You learn who someone is by how they