All Chapters of Captured by the Alpha's Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zane’s POVThe silence in the hallway felt suffocating. Four buildings, no signs of Mabel. Frustration gnawed at Zane, his mind tangled in a thousand questions. He should’ve been focused. But all he could think about was her."Are you looking for anything in particular?" Wendy’s voice sliced through his thoughts.He snapped his gaze to her, shrugging. "Not sure myself."She closed the gap between them, her voice dropping to a tone that sent a shiver down his spine. "Whatever you want, I can give you…"Zane’s expression hardened, his fists clenching by his sides. "Keep your distance, Miss Wendy. Unless you want rumors to start flying."She didn’t move, her eyes glinting with something darker. His jaw clenched tighter, and he could feel the anger simmering just beneath the surface."Do you really want to start that kind of talk?" Zane’s voice dropped to a low, almost dangerous whisper. "What do

Zane’s POVI couldn’t focus on the warmth I was feeling, not when Mabel’s injuries were still so vivid in my mind. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the sweet tang of freesia, sending a chill down my spine. Something was wrong. She wasn’t okay.I reached out, holding her hand gently in mine, studying the small but obvious wound on her skin. A cut, fresh, scabbing over an ugly bruise.“Mate’s healing’s slow without her wolf,” my wolf reminded me quietly.I lifted her hand to my lips and, without a second thought, brushed my tongue over the cut.Mabel jerked back, her eyes wide with panic.“What are you doing?” Her voice trembled.I held her wrist firmly, not giving her the chance to pull away. Her pulse quickened under my touch. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done.“Don’t panic. I’m helping,” I

(Lydia’s POV)The scent on Wendy’s panties lingered in the air, sharp and unmistakable. I clenched my fists, my pulse quickening as I examined the torn fabric. "One, maybe two days old," I muttered, eyes narrowing. That was when Zane had been using this room. What the hell were Wendy’s panties doing here?I felt the heat rise in my chest, a flood of anger taking over. No way. She’s been here, with Zane. That sneaky little bitch. Wendy had been acting all sweet, playing the supportive friend, but behind my back, she was sneaking into Zane’s room. My Zane.Was she the reason he’d ignored me yesterday?I slammed the door behind me, my mind a whirlwind of fury. My feet carried me faster than I realized, and as I rounded the corner, I nearly ran right into Wendy."What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice low and sharp.She blinked, a frown playing at the corners of her lips. "Is it true that Alpha Zane le

Zane’s POV"I’m responsible for her," I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiling around us.Vivian and Tyler shot each other skeptical glances, their eyebrows lifting in unison. They were waiting for the rest of the story, but I wasn’t in the mood to give it all away. Not yet."Lydia was in my room, and this girl... interrupted," I continued, trying to keep it vague but still paint the picture. "Because of that, she ended up like this."Vivian’s eyes narrowed, piecing things together. "Is she the Omega you mentioned? The one who took a beating from Lydia?"I nodded.Tyler was more blunt. "Why do you make it sound like you’re responsible?" He was always like this, always looking for clarity, even when it wasn’t clear. "Lydia has a temper. If you were involved or not, it was bound to happen."I held up a hand, silencing him. "That was the first time," I said. "Then I went to Alpha Gregory. To

Mabel’s POVI blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess clouding my thoughts. The room around me was neat, too neat—pristine, even. The bed beneath me was soft, but it felt strange, like I didn’t belong there. A second bed stood off to the side, the sheets folded neatly as if no one had touched it. My mind raced, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.Why was I here with Zane? Why was I sharing a bed with him, of all people? And where were the others?I glanced at the man beside me, his breathing slow and even. The usual thoughts swirled in my head—crazy, paranoid thoughts. Was this his plan? A ruse to sell me off, harvest my organs, and toss me out in the woods for the wolves to finish the job?I couldn't bring myself to wake him, not yet. Moving too much would only draw attention, and that wasn't something I was willing to risk. So, I resigned myself to the situation and stayed as still as I could, not daring to mak