All Chapters of FATED TO THE ALPHA MATED FOR ETERNITY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

This felt right. She could handle it.Opening her heart fully had taken time, a real struggle, but now that she'd locked in with David, regret was the last thing on her mind. Heather was on the cusp of being a fully mated she-wolf—just waiting for that next full moon to seal it. The mere idea of him clamping down on her neck mid-thrust sent a warm flutter straight to her core. She squeezed her thighs together, forcing her focus elsewhere before her scent gave her away to the whole pack.She'd been under the microscope long enough."Where you headed?" she called out to her uncle Benjamin. He was sliding into one of the pack's beat-up trucks solo, which wasn't his style at all."Alpha's got me on an errand. Can't exactly turn him down, can I?" He shrugged like it was no big deal."Mind if I tag along for the ride?" "Knock yourself out."Heather hopped into the passenger side, buckling up as the engine grumbled to life. David and Reese were off on a hunt, tearing through the woods for fr

“Sorry, man. Didn’t aim to kill the vibe. Appreciate you tagging along.” David pushed to his feet, raking fingers through his damp locks. The sprint had been brutal, but the ache in his limbs was satisfying, a reminder of their dual nature. Shifters had to honor both sides—the man and the beast—or risk losing control. Regular hunts kept the wolf sated, the balance intact.“Let’s book it home. Might catch supper if we hustle,” Reese suggested.“How are you even thinking about eating more?”“What can I say? Still got room to grow.” Reese morphed into his sleek ebony wolf and vanished into the undergrowth. At top speed, they could cover the distance in under an hour, but after the exertion of the outing and the kill, it’d drag longer. Reese had a point, though—Heather was secure with the pack watching over her. No real cause for alarm.They’d barely covered half the ground when a scent hit David like a punch—familiar, menacing. He skidded to a halt, nose twitching, claws scraping through

Heather didn’t need to step inside to know Rowan was livid. His voice rolled out through the open windows like thunder trapped in the walls—low, sharp, every word clipped with the kind of fury that made the air feel heavier. She stayed put by the truck, arms crossed tight over her chest, listening to the alpha tear into David without mercy.The screen door banged open. David came out first, shoulders squared but eyes down. Rowan followed right behind him, face carved from stone.“You’re not going by yourself,” David said, voice steady even though Heather could smell the tension rolling off him.Rowan didn’t break stride. “Damn right I’m not. I’m taking your mate instead. Maybe then you’ll figure out how to keep your mouth shut when it matters.” He swung his gaze to Heather. “Get in.”Ice slid down her backbone.Rowan was alpha now—her alpha—and the command hit her like a physical shove. She glanced at David. He gave her the smallest nod, the one that said trust me, even if his jaw was

Heather eased the bedroom door shut with a soft click and let herself collapse backward onto the mattress, arms flung wide like she’d just run a marathon. “She’s still out like a light. Kid’s beyond exhausted—must’ve been running on fumes for days.”David watched her from his spot at the head of the bed, elbows on his knees, tension still knotted in his shoulders. “I don’t like her under our roof. She flat-out said she can’t rein in her bear. One bad dream and we’ve got claws through the drywall. Too big a gamble.”Heather rolled onto her stomach, chin propped on her folded arms, eyes locked on him. “She wouldn’t go with Joe. Flat refused. Where else was she gonna crash? The guys are rotating watch anyway—Elara even dragged a cot into the hallway so whoever’s on shift doesn’t have to stand the whole time.”“No patrol for me tonight?”“Nope.” A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. “You’re all mine.”She crawled toward him on all fours, the movement lazy and deliberate, until she could h

The metal floor of the cage rushed up to meet her paws as the crate was hurled into the bed of the pickup truck. The impact rattled her teeth, sending a shockwave of pain through her front shoulders, but the sound of the lock snapping shut was far worse. It sounded like finality.“Move it. If the rangers catch wind of us, we lose the haul.”The voice was rough, scarred by years of tobacco and bad whiskey. Heather heard the heavy thud of a tailgate slamming, sealing her in darkness, followed immediately by the roar of an engine that needed a muffler. She scrambled for purchase as the truck lurched forward, her claws screeching uselessly against the steel floor.Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at her throat. Hunters.It didn’t add up. Hunters usually wanted a trophy—a pelt to hang on a wall or a carcass to strip. They didn’t take live wolves. Not unless they had a much darker purpose.She curled into a tight ball, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The instinct to s