All Chapters of Taken by His Alpha Best Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tara’s POVThousands of questions flooded my mind, each one centered around Kade. I wanted to ask Bella more, but the doctor was walking back down the corridor. “Sorry to interrupt you Bella, but I’m actually at the hospital.” I could hear the exhaustion in my own voice. “I have to go; can we talk again later?”“My word, Tara.” Muttered Bella. “Honey, do what you need to do and call me whenever.”Bella could be a whirlwind of buzzing excitement, but she knew when to take a situation seriously. I quickly hung up the phone. The doctor gave me a meek smile.“How is Abby?” I asked while nervously fiddling with my phone.The doctor spoke calmly, “I want to assure you, Mrs. Winters, that Abby’s vitals are currently stable and she is resting. Now, there was a brief scare, she momentarily stopped breathing— “I muttered, “Oh, lord.”“—but her breathing quickly resumed after administered CPR. Her fever and heart palpitations have subsided to a stable level, and the nurses have done everythin

Soren’s POVI never would have imagined meeting my fated one in my own hospital, and restraining my inner want was a brutal and agonizing affair.This woman was perfect, with soft hair and wide eyes. Her figure had me internally begging for a single touch. She was perfect, but she was human.What a cruel twist of fate. Even crueler was the child nestled into my arms. The daughter of my beloved was displaying all signs of a pup nearing her first shift.The little pup coughed. In an unconscious act, my hand fixed the hoodie falling down, and the child smiled widely at the attention.If I had decided not to come in today, I would have missed this meeting of pure chance.My employees would have gladly conducted the inspection of the hospital, looking for another opportunity to get into my good graces. Coming here was a passing whim, not a necessity.I almost missed my fated one. She was perfect, but she was human. Hiding our werewolf birthrights was not only tradition, but compulsory. My

Tara’s POV My hand tightly clenched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. Spilled wine began to pool beneath my shoes, but the sticky, wet feeling was overlooked.I hated the way a simple name sent me into a panic. I hated my lack of control over my own body. I hated that I had not been good enough for Kade. This was simply another terrible coincidence. Millions of people lived in and around Hanesburg and more visited the city on a daily basis for business purposes. The odds of his good friend Kade being my Kade were brutally low. “His,” my voice cracked. “His name. What’s your friend’s full name?” “Kade Vance,” Soren answered. “He’s a good man and a better friend. Your daughter could not be in better hands.” Kade Vance. Abby’s father had the last name Hunter. They were not the same people. I almost laughed at being fooled for a few seconds. Kade could never be friends with Soren. I might not fully understand why Kade had left me, but I was confident in that belief.Kade an

Tara’s POV Both Soren and I froze. I was stuck half-crouched on the porch with a box slipping from my fingers and he was stuck holding onto my daughter, keeping the wild child from falling onto the floor. A beat passed. I snapped out of it and placed the box down. “Abby, Mr. Hawthorne is not your father,” I stated firmly, hands on my hips. “Please let the nice man go.” Soren gently placed my daughter onto the sidewalk and Abby pouted. The scrunch of her face made her gold tiara slip down a little bit. Awkward silence fell between the three of us, before Soren’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Abby, I have something for you,” said the man, reaching back into his car. “I figured a new home needed a welcoming gift.” The man held out a wrapped box. Abby’s pout vanished. She squealed and snatched the box, tearing at the paper and revealing a plush unicorn with a bow around the neck. Her eyes filled with joyful tears, and she pressed the unicorn close to her chest.Soren ruffled her hair

Tara’s POV “I will be there during Abby’s treatment.” I demanded. My tone left no room for argument. I might be coming around to Soren, but his friend was another matter. Soren just nodded in response and returned to his meal. I kept repeating to myself that his friend Kade was not my Kade. I was trying to fight emotion with logic, which was not always the easiest thing. My pounding heart did lessen and my appetite returned, but my anxiety had barely eased with the constant affirmations. Breakfast was finished in comfortable silence as we stuffed our faces. Abby’s fork had stopped scraping aggressively through the enormous mass on her plate. Her head titled and my hand flew forward, hoping to catch her forehead before my daughter’s face planted into a syrupy mess. Soren beat me to the punch. The man carefully pushed back until Abby’s head rested against her chair. Her eyes fluttered and fought against the pull of sleep.“Don’t worry,” Soren reassured me, “she’ll be fairly drowsy