All Chapters of The Ice Alpha’s Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ARIA I try to ignore my anxious thoughts as I follow the woman, in wolf form, through the forest. When she first shifted, I couldn't believe my eyes. Her wolf was different from all the others I'd seen before. I asked myself if I looked the same way and realized I already knew the answer. Ryder told me he'd seen my wolf, and claimed it was the most magnificent sight he'd ever beheld. Her fur was cream-colored, nearly white, and she was enormous. In wolf form, she was much bigger than me. I walked alongside her only because I insisted. She wanted me to ride her, but I figured we'd probably go too fast and I want to take a proper look at our surroundings so I can make my way on my own back if I need to. Though there's something deep inside of me convincing me that I can trust her, I can't be too sure. It's almost impossible to see too far ahead, so I'm glued to her side and watching where I step. The last thing I need is to hurt my ankle again and make it impossible for me to wal

ARIA Five in the morning is the time she wakes me. I slept early, so I don't feel as tired. What I do feel in abundance is nervousness, and it's traveling up and down my spine, making my bladder tight. I don't know what to expect. How will people receive me? I'd be much more excited about this if the circumstances were different, but they're not. I'm worried about Ryder. Has he returned to the cabin yet? I left him a note which he'll most likely find, but I didn't give him directions or any clue of where to find me.Trust me. Please. That's what I told him. I carefully descend the ladder stuck to the tree. My fingertips touch the rough bark. One slip of my hand and I'll fall, which makes me so nervous that the soles of my feet tingle. But I make it to the ground. The sky is still dark and I can smell food being prepared in the air. It makes my mouth water. The woman nods at me, then comments, "You're getting the hang of things, Aria."I brush my hands on my pants, unsure of wha

ARIA By the time I reach the pack, the sky is dark and the streets are all empty. The last thing I need is to be seen in wolf form, so I race to my uncle’s house, counting the minutes until I get there because I can’t wait to see him. All the lights are off. That’s the first thing I notice when I reach it. The front door is closed, but not locked, and his car is in the driveway. That has to mean he’s sleeping. I look around to ensure that nobody’s watching me, then shift back quickly to open the door. I hurry inside, fully naked, and race to my bedroom to put some clothes on before I wake him. My hands are shaking as I pull a pair of jeans on. Ryder being captured by his father is not something I ever thought would happen. I have a terrible feeling inside of me, like all is lost. I can only hope that this is paranoia.I throw my door open and hurry to my uncle’s. I knock a little harshly. “Uncle Barty? It’s me, Aria. Can I come in?”No answer comes. I knock again, louder this t

ARIAI try to ignore the bite of the silver chains as I impatiently wait for something to happen. Something. Anything. When I handed myself over to a group of men patrolling the city in the name of the Alpha, looking for me, I specifically told them that I wanted my uncle and Ryder to be released. They could have me and do whatever they wanted to me, but Ryder and Uncle Barty had to be freed. That happened over two hours ago. I know because in the room where I've been placed, there's a plain circular clock on the wall. I don't know what's worse—losing track of time or monitoring it like a hawk the way I am. With each passing hour, I feel the effects of silver on me. Not only is the skin on my wrists on fire, but I feel weaker, like I can drift off to sleep and never wake up. I fight to keep my eyes open, though. I have to be awake when they come with the news. I don't know who I'm expecting to see. The Alpha, maybe? What does the procedure even look like? Will I be killed right aw

ARIAI'm crouched in the corner of the room, my eyes fixed on the blank wall in front of me. I don't know how long I've been in this position. Hours is my best guess. I can't take that awful scene from my mind. My uncle, hanging from the neck until his body stopped moving and his last breath left his body, followed by Cassandra...Innocent, poor Cassandra. My fault. It's all mine. The guilt is eating me alive. I can't breathe, think...anything. Everything I hoped would never happen has finally slapped me in the face to prove to me just how stupid and childish I've always been for assuming that I was untouchable. That I would be different. The door opens but I barely register it. I can hear someone walking toward me, but I don't look up. I've stopped caring. Whatever happens to me doesn't matter anymore, not now that my uncle and Cassandra are dead because of me. Then, there's Ryder. The ache in my chest intensifies as he crosses my mind. He's locked somewhere, too. Helpless. And