All Chapters of The Prime Alpha's Rogue Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damien’s POV;To say that I was shocked was a really huge understatement. I couldn’t believe my brother was here. Yes, I said it, ‘my brother’, like I really wasn't expecting him to show up at all, being shocked doesn't even cover half of what I'm feeling in this present moment. Looking at my father's face, the look on his face was so priceless, it made me smirk. "How dare you ask that pack for their help? " My father said angrily. "What? I thought you wanted a family reunion dear father, seeing as he is the son of your darling ex wife to another man whom she loved so dearly, I'm sure even more than she loved you. It’s not like it’s any of your business who I asked for help though" I said in disgust. "You must've been that desperate for help to call on them for help." He said, smirking knowing that his words got to me. Which made my blood boil.Flashback to a week ago"Hello, this is Alpha Connor speaking," the voice on the other end of the call said, immediately he picked up which wa

Sasha’s POV:"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed out loud. Tears were running down my cheeks heavily with snot running down my nose. I was feeling so distraught and helpless, so I turned around not wanting to see it, not wanting to see how my mate's life would come to an end in the hands of a delusional maniac that just wouldn't let me be. Then all of a sudden, I heard a very furious loud growl that made me shiver. Definitely not in a good way. I looked towards the direction where the sound was coming from.Out of the woods came a dark gray almost black wolf. This wolf was almost as large as my mate’s wolf Knight. He had black mixed with white paws. He was actually a breathtaking beast, damn, who was this wolf? I shook my head, focusing on the wolf. Everyone and I mean everyone stopped fighting at this point, and was now staring at this wolf trying to figure out who the wolf was. In my head, I was wondering who could have called for this wolf's help.I took a sniff of him when he walked past me w

Damien’s POV:I can't believe that we had won the war, can't even lie, like I’m still in shock right now. Wow. I went into the war not too confident. We were greatly outnumbered, even with the fact that Christian had come to help out with the war alongside his pack warriors, it wasn't still enough. And as much as I would like to think that we were still prepared, we weren't. Even after my brother Roman had arrived with his pack warriors during the fight to help out in the war, I still wasn’t sure we would come out victorious, I didn’t feel confident about the war ending in our favor at all, not with the great numbers Xavier and my father had behind them in their favor. But now, with the war over, I’m super glad we won, very ecstatic even, with the fact that we hadn't lost anyone, our warriors just mainly sustained injuries bu I'm certain, they would all heal. Also, I'm just so happy that my mate is safe, and my pack members as well. It's been a few days since after the war. The rest o

9 months laterDamien’s POV:"I'm going to fucking kill you for this" My mate screamed out looking at me in anger andd anguish as she was in serious labour. "Please just push on the count of 3 Luna." Doctor Walters also screamed out with beads of sweat dropping from his face, trying to get my mate to push out our pup. OMG!!!, Our pup. Sasha turned and looked at me. "At this very moment, I could definitely kill you Damien. I'm in so much pain because of yo-AHHHHHH" She continued cursing me out, while try to breathe through her pain and also push. "Okay Luna we' ve got one more push to go and the pup comes out." Dr. Walters announced again."AHHHHHH" my mate yelled, grabbing one of my hands while the other hand wiped sweats from her forehead and brows, and she was doing a great job breaking it as well. I keep having to switch hands every 20 minutes due to her holding me so tightly with all her strength and breaking them. Just as I felt my hand cracking again, it suddenly stopped. And the

The morning air inside the cramped box apartment didn't smell like coffee or rain or even anything pleasant. It smelled like crushed monkshood, sulphur and the sharp, chemical tang of industrial grade suppressants.Zara Lancelot sat on the edge of her worn out mattress, her knuckles white as snow as she gripped the sheets. A bead of cold sweat traced the curve of her spine, shivering despite the humid weather of the late October morning. Inside her, the storm was raging.‘Let me out’, the voice whispered. It wasn't a sound but a vibration in her very marrow. ‘The moon was full last night, Zara, my bone aches. I need to run’.‘Quiet down, layla’, Zara replied to her, her voice still raspy from sleep or the lack of it. ‘You know we can't. Not here, not ever.’She pushed herself up, her legs trembling slightly. To the outside world, Zara was just a scholarship student of Riverview university– a twenty two years old girl with anaemia, a penchant for oversized clothes and a personality so