All Chapters of Alpha Jackson and His Human Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JohnI stared down at the papers in my hand and photos. Fucking bitch really thought she could just leave. He stared at the numbers on the paper. Eight hundred thousand dollars for a couple of her shit paintings? His private investigator had managed to find out where the money had been put (In a secret bank account the bitch had set up without him knowing), and what she had spent it on. A peice of land so remote no one could find it without a map.Coward! She thought she could hide from her punishment? The photos were shots of her at the art fair. She looked like shit. Good. He smirked. He was sure she was cowering on her property jumping at every sound she heard. He loved that reaction. He put the documents and pictures down on the coffee table and leaned back on his oversized sofa. Well, time to go retrieve his property. He stood up and stalked to his bedroom, pulling open the closet and pulling out a suitcase. He'd stick around the small town her property was located in and just wa

JohnI had paid thousands of dollars to find her and I had, but when I located that tiny piece of shit she called a home, she wasn't there. I had left my car on the last paved road before the small dirt road that led to her property. I slung an old backpack that had my 'retrieving kit' in it. Nothing special, just some rope, duct tape, a cloth bag to put over her head, and my new brass knuckles she would be punished with from now on, and started walking up the road. I needed to surprise her, or my plan wouldn't work. I had studied the maps and memorized every escape she could possibly take.I grunted. "Not today, honey." I rasped. "Today you won't be escaping."I had to walk for about a mile before I reached the edge of her property. I sneered as I took in her land. forest all around. Dirty and pathetic, but good for me to hide in.I made my way to one of her side windows and peeked inside.Quiet. The house was so tiny (i.e. tiny home) that I could see every room just from where I st

JacksonI ran Miranda back to Forest Moon in my human form. She weighed almost nothing. When I had gotten the scent of that bastard, rage had filled me and my first instinct was to hunt him down, but when Miranda had slid off of Axel's back and put her face in her hands, I could feel the fear in her and immediately my first priority was her safety. I would hunt this bastard and bring him as a trophy to her to do with as she pleased. I had thought she would object more forcefully, but she'd surprised me with her quiet strength."I want him to suffer before he dies. I want to make him suffer before he dies. And then I don't care what you do to him."I wasn't sure I'd heard her right until I felt her anger start to stir. She had been away from him long enough that she had begun to heal and it had made her see clearly the abuse was not her fault and it was causing her confidence to soar.While jogging through the forest, he linked Travis and updated him on the situation. Miranda's face fl

MirandaLyla had sat with me in Jackson's room while I'd gotten off the bed he'd placed me so gentely on and paced the room. Jackson had left to help find John and she was worrying. Lyla was very kind and patient while I paced. She sat on the sofa and watched me gently. Then I saw her eyes suddenly glass over. I was about to run to her in alarm when I realized that she was speaking through the mind link with someone. No one had explained about the mind link, but having had Jackson in my head since the first moment we met, I had deduced what it was.A beautiful smile lit her face. "They have him!" She jumped up excitedly. "They have him! Now time for his justice." I thought I would feel fear. I thought I might even feel a little pity. But all I could think of was how much I wanted to hurt the son of a bitch. "Really?" I asked. "I thought it would take them longer." I admitted.Lyla giggled. "Oh, you have no idea how fast they can find someone. They track by scent and they are very fas

MirandaI could smell the food before we ever made it in the door. My mouth started watering. Whatever it was smelled so good my stomach rumbled. Having heard it as well if not better than I did, Jackson chuckled."My little artist is hungry." He said, taking my hand and leading me into the pack house. "Anna is the best cook you will ever meet."Anna. I wasn't sure I liked thinking there was another woman in his house. "Is she mated?" I asked him. He looked at me for a moment and then burst out laughing. I glared at him. "Why is that funny?" I demanded. "Miranda," he snickered. "When you meet her, you will understand why your jealousy is not warranted, though I have to say I am enjoying it."My glare turned into a scowl. "Who said I'm jealous?" I bluffed. Of course he knew."You forget, I can feel what you feel." He said, no longer laughing but still smiling. "Once I have marked you, you will be able to feel what I feel as well."I wasn't sure I liked that. One of the things that