All Chapters of MATED TO RUTHLESS ALPHA BROTHERS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PATRICK It was late in the evening, and I had finally managed to wrap up the pressing Pack work. I even talked to Kersas' city counsellor, who agreed to help us look for Adeline. It had been surprisingly easy to talk him into it. I pulled some strings through a neighbouring Pack Alpha, which worked well in my favour.Waylon's and Giselle were ready to leave and waiting for me when I returned home. I could tell that Waylon had tried to take care of Giselle's ongoing anxiety, but she still seemed fidgety.Her restlessness deeply irked me. I hated seeing her stressed out or even anxious. She had been overly anxious of her time in the library. I wanted to tend to her, but something in the Pack would always come up, and I'd have to leave her to take care of it.I could tell that she was craving my presence, my touch, my cock and my knot. However, she had been too anxious and preoccupied with the current ordeal to ask for me. Now that we were going away from the Pack for a while and would

WAYLON What I had feared the most ended up happening. Richie came to see us as soon as he learned we were in Kersas. As soon as I told Giselle and Patrick about it, their faces turned sour. Giselle looked slightly more anxious. Maybe, I shouldn't have let her know about Richie.She was already stressed out enough because of her sister, and Richie was terrible enough by himself. Patrick and I should've dealt with him alone, but I could tell that one of the reasons why Richie had shown up was to meet Giselle. He was curious about her, making me want to thrash him on the walls."I'll deal with him," Patrick said, leaving Giselle's side."Is it going to be alright?" She asked warily."You don't have to worry about him, baby girl," Patrick assured her, but I could tell he doubted Richie himself.We had been expecting him to show up, but beyond that, we didn't know what else to expect from him.Richie was one of the most unpredictable men I had ever met.Whenever I met him, my senses were

GISELLE The following day, we set out of the abandoned port at noon. It was a gloomy day and gently snowing.The hints of a storm lingered on the horizon.The brothers wanted me to postpone this to the next day when the weather was better, but there was no guarantee of that happening. The weather was unpredictable, and I didn't like to rely on its mood swings for my work. I had somehow convinced the brothers to go today after a lot of bickering and arguments last night.We drove as close as we could to the abandoned port with our small team of reinforcements whom Patrick had flown in from the Pack overnight. They had come prepared with weapons and whatnot for any ambush.By the time we reached the last edge of the snow-blocked road to the abandoned port, the snow had started falling harder. I could sense that the brothers were not pleased with this, but before they could suggest going back and coming back the next day, I hopped out of the SUV and took in my surroundings.The visibili

GISELLE I traced Adeline's footsteps to the way she was taking me. When she wasn't paying attention to me, I glanced back over my shoulder again to see if my mates were following me. However, I couldn't make out much in the snow.The snow started to fall again while strong winds blew from the direction of the frozen sea. Even though I was well insulated with the thick fox fur jacket and two more layers of thick sweaters underneath it, I was still shivering.On the other hand, Adeline seemed unaffected by the cold despite wearing fewer clothes. I followed her through the maze of containers, fully alert, with my hand on the gun just in case she tried to pull a trick on me."How did you get here?" I had to ask her because it was an important question bugging me for a while. How the fuck did she manage to transport those heavy servers in this snow? While on our way to the port, we didn't see any tracks of another vehicle that might have headed this way.Or maybe the heavy snow might've c

WAYLON "We should go," I told my brother after scouting the nearby area. I didn't find anything interesting, but heaps of snow-covered junk and the ruins of the abandoned port.When I returned from my scout, I found Patrick trying to communicate with the reinforcement and maintain the communication channel in case things went wrong. I had a feeling that things were going to go wrong one way or the other.It was my wolf's intuition who was pacing inside me restlessly, desperate to see Giselle. I could sense the same restlessness in Patrick, but he was highly skilled in hiding his feelings."Did you find anything?" He asked, and I shook my head. He grunted. "I'm only getting static, and the weather is getting worse. We can't waste any more time."I agreed with him, and without wasting another second, we started following Giselle's footprints on the snow, threading through the containers and other ruins until we reached a vast opening surrounded by frozen crane arms. I eyed one of the c