All Chapters of Alpha Jackson and His Human Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JacksonWe searched for them. Everywhere. Their scent cut off at our boundaries. Must have had a car waiting. Axel was pushing himself hard as he ran on all fours scouring the forest for a scent he could pick up. After hours of no luck, I contacted my warriors through the link. "Head back." I barked out. "Regroup. Meeting in ten minutes." They knew what that meant. Time to strategize and figure out our next steps. In the meantime, I had to alert the other packs to the betrayal just beyond their borders. None of the packs in the surrounding area trusted the Red Moon Pack. There had been rumors for years that they were in the black market selling of humans. Jackson had sent investigators from all the packs, his own included, to do an 'audit' of the secretive pack, but they had been unable to produce enough evidence to bring them to the Pack Councils. Tonight that would be rectified. Theresa had come like a criminal without even announcing that she would be there and set fire to a scho

MirandaIt had been three days. Three days of being trapped in the pack house while Jackson and Travis ran around all day looking for John and the she-wolf that helped him escape. Although Lyla came every day to sit with me, I still found myself frustrated and hurt. Did he not trust me?But, as Lyla had repeatedly tried to get through my head, it wasn't about trust. The mate bond made it impossible for them not to overreact when they think their mate is in danger. She then began to tell me about all the times Travis has done the same to her. Once he even put himself in front of her while she was trying to calm a horse down that wasn't well trained. What he hadn't realized was that Lyla had grown up riding horses. She had been a champion barrel racer before her biggest mistake (her ex-husband) had tried to kill her. To get him to stop overreacting whenever she tried to go around the many horses they had in the stables at Forest Moon, she had to hunt down old videos of her competitions.

MirandaI wasn't sure where he was taking me, but I was excited. I loved spending time with the children, but sometimes grown up time was needed and I desperately wanted to spend time with Jackson and Axel.As I stood in the walk-in closet staring at the rows of gowns, dresses, and blouses, one dress at the back of the closet caught my eye.It was almost gothic. Black with a low neck, tapered sleeves, off the shoulder bodice that would hug my figure, and a full skirt that would drag the floor behind me (or maybe be carried by someone), and lined with delicate deep purple silk.I gasped. This dress was on a manniquin that posed the dress perfectly. A choker of amethysts and diamonds shown on the manniquin's neck. A matching bracelet on the wrist.When had this gotten here? She stared in wonder and started slowly forward towards it.It was exactly the type of dress I would have wanted for myself. I had not gotten the choice of choosing my own dress when I'd married John. He'd dressed me

JessicaDamn Cadence! I glared at the door to our bedroom with contempt. Edward and I were now on lockdown thanks to him and his damn warriors. They were searching the grounds, every inch, for whatever secrets we might have. When they had come, unanounced, Edward had started crying, the coward! I had been defiant. If they thought they could come into our home and intimidate me, they had another thing coming. I had raged at Cadence who, like the sick bastard he was, just laughed at me and ordered that I be locked in my room until they were finished with their investigation. I wasn't sure where they had taken my cowardly husband to, but I hoped he would at least keep his mouth shut.I still did not know where my daughter was and I was getting no answers from the men who had invaded my home. She had left a note but I had yet to figure out what she had been planning. Since she was my daughter, I assumed she had done something to Alpha Jackson to cause this kind of reaction in him. I could

MirandaThe children had been brought to us within a couple of days. They were scared, malnourished, and obviously abused. They ranged in age from four to ten. They were all filthy and in tattered clothes. When Travis and Lyla brought them into the packhouse, Jackson and I were waiting to greet them. Anna, with her sweet smile and a tray full of cookies, was patiently waiting behind us for them. Travis and Lyla herded them into the packhouse while two children were clinging to Lyla like they were afraid she'd disapear. Two more were clinging to Travis' leg but he didn't seem to mind. He looked like he would take down anyone who dared to look at them wrong. Lyla just hugged them close to her. There were five children but the oldest one, who looked to be around ten, stood in front of the other children clinging to Travis and Lyla like he was protecting all of them.It broke my heart. These poor children. I shuddered to think of how many others there were that they'd already sold and wer