All Chapters of The Alpha's Undoing: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nate had not expected to wake up in the middle of a forest the morning after his twenty-first birthday.He groaned and rolled onto his back, feeling the damp dirt cool his skin. When he eventually pushed himself up, dirt stuck to his palms and trousers, and his head throbbed like it had been struck against a wall.“Where the hell am I?”His hazel eyes darted throughout the clearing. The forest spread endlessly in all directions, with dense pines, tangled underbrush, and shafts of early dawn light shining through the canopy. Birds chirped too happily overhead, and the morning dew carried the cloying sweetness of wildflowers, a scent so intense it turned his stomach.None of this made sense. He should’ve been waking up in his dorm bed, hungover maybe, not sprawled on the ground like some discarded body.“What the hell happened last night?” Nate muttered, rubbing his temples. His brain felt like static as he tried to remember how he got here.It had been his twenty-first birthday, and he

Nate was finally sleeping—really sleeping—when the banging started.His eyes cracked open, squinting against the harsh light streaming in through the blinds. At least he felt a little better. The headache that had nearly split his skull was dull now, a faint pressure instead of a sledgehammer. He could still hear things he shouldn’t but somehow, his brain had adjusted to it.He trudged toward the door, dragging his feet as the pounding grew louder. Whoever it was clearly had no concept of mercy.When he pulled the door open, his best friend was waiting.Liam stood there holding a pizza box stacked on top of a box of donuts, with two bottles of soda tucked under his arm. His dark ponytail was damp with sweat, his tank top sticking to his chest.“Hello?” Liam said, raising a brow. “Don’t just stand there. Let me in it’s freaking hot out here.”Nate stepped aside, too tired to argue, as Liam brushed past him and dumped everything onto the nightstand like he was moving in.“What the hell,

There were a hundred things Nate thought kieran might say.“You’re having cancer .” “You’ve been possed by a demon.”“You’ve been cursed by a pissed-off witch.”All terrible. All possible.But “You’re a wolf”?Yeah, that one didn’t even make the list.And yet here he was, pinned against a tree in the middle of the woods, with Kieran freaking Drew bloodied, naked, and looking way too amused, spelling it out like it was obvious.“You are out of your mind. Let go of me,” Nate panted.Kieran’s hand wasn’t cutting off his air, but it felt hot and heavy against his throat, anchoring him in place.“You’re not a fool, Nate,” Kieran murmured, voice low and dangerous. “You’ve noticed the changes. The sounds. The smells.”His hand drifted lower, tracing down Nate’s abdomen. Nate’s skin erupted in goosebumps where he touched, heat flooding his body in ways he didn’t want to acknowledge.“The anger,” Kieran went on, eyes burning into his. “That fire in your blood—you can feel it, can’t you?”Nate

Nate held his breath, every muscle straining as he prayed whoever had opened the door would leave quickly. The heavy curtains muffled the sound, but then it hit him sharp and familiar, curling around him like smoke. Cedarwood and spice.Kieran.The scent alone made Nate’s chest seize. His hand shot up, clamping over his mouth to keep from making a sound. He dared a glance, parting the curtain just enough to see.Kieran strolled into the room. He was dressed down, of all things a black tank top that clung to his broad shoulders, and trousers slung low on his hips, the waistband teasing the sharp cut of his v-line. Nate’s pulse spiked when Kieran sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he lightly rolled his neck.The door opened again, and Na

Nate held Kieran’s gaze, the anger in him feeling like a live wire. “It’s this… this rage,” he gritted out. “It comes out of nowhere. I can’t think. It’s like something else is pushing me.” Frustration boiled over, and he tugged sharply at his own hair.“That’s your wolf,” Asher said, his tone matter-of-fact as he moved to a small bar in the corner. He poured a glass of amber liquid and handed it to Nate. “It’s not a separate thing. It’s your own instincts, dialed up to a hundred. And since you’re new and alone, it’s got no brakes. Frankly, we’re surprised you haven’t snapped already.” Nate took the glass and threw it back, the tequila’s burn a welcome distraction from the chaos inside. He looked between them. “So I