The Prime Alpha's Rogue Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Silence. Absolute,pin drop silence. Every where in the hall was so quiet as everyone's attention was solely focused on the stage.‘Thank you, Dean Robbert’, his voice a deep rich baritone, a rumble of thunder that seemed to resonate and vibrate through the floorboards. It was not loud, yet it reached the back of the room effortlessly. ‘I am not here to make speeches about the future, I am here to invest in it.’His eyes began to scan the crowd. He wasn’t looking at faces, there was no need for that. He was simply scenting the air. Zara saw the subtle flare of his nostrils, he was looking for threats. He was looking for other wolves. He was assessing his territory, to know if there was going to be a challenge to his authority or if he should relax his guard a little. ‘Uhmm, he is powerful’, Layla purred on her mind, sounding surprisingly impressed and interested, which is definitely the very first time she had ever shown any form of interest in the opposite gender for that matter, mak

Thud.The sound of the heavy basement door closing at the top of the stairs echoed down the metal staircase. Zara instantly froze. Silence then followed. But it wasn’t an empty silence though. It was the heavy, pregnant silence of a predator entering a cave. The air pressure in the basement shifted.Step.Step.Step.Slow, deliberate footfalls on the metal stairs. They were heavy and confident. The sound of expensive leather shoes descending into her world. Zara didn’t wait. She ducked low, scurrying to the far end of the aisle. She made herself small, pressing her back against the cold metal of the furthest shelf, hidden in the shadows. She held her breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She heard him reach the bottom of the stairs and paused. He was listening. Zara forced her heart rate to slow down. It was a technique her mother had taught her before the slaughter. ‘Be the stone, Zara. Stones have no heartbeat. Stones have no fear.’‘You are good’, she

Botany 401 was a large, tiered classroom with old wooden desks and blackboards that was covered in chalk dust. It was usually a quiet class, filled with students who preferred plants to people.Today, the energy was different though. The air was restless.Zara took her usual seat- middle row, far left, near the emergency exit. She pulled out her notebook and her pen, arranging them with meticulous precision. She kept her head down, and her aura pulled in tight.Nothing to see here. Just a girl and her plants. Professor Halloway, a kind old man who smelled of peat moss, walked in and clapped his hands."Settle down, everyone. Settle down. Today we are discussing the Atropa Belladonna and its uses in modern pharmacology. But first..." He started saying then stopped talking, he looked nervous. He adjusted his glasses. "We have a ermmm... a guest auditor today." He continued to say.Zara's pen snapped in half in her hand. The ink exploded over her fingers.No."Mr. Smith has expressed a k

The Daily Dose Café - Two Days LaterThe smell of burnt espresso beans and wet wool was usually enough to mask anything here in the cafe, but today, it wasn't enough to mask Zara's exhaustion.She stood behind the counter of The Daily Dose, a cramped, humid coffee shop three blocks from campus that catered to sleep deprived students and budget conscious locals around the area. It was 3:00 PM on a Thursday. Outside, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, threatening another storm.Zara wiped the counter for the tenth time in seven minutes. Her hands were trembling.The suppressants were taking a serious toll on her. To keep Alex from scenting her wolf, she had brewed the latest batch of her mixture with double the concentration of wolfsbane than it used to be before. It worked though, seeing as she smelled like absolutely nothing but the side effects were more brutal. Her joints ached, her head pounded with a dull, rhythmic throb, and she felt a constant, low-level nausea.‘You are wea

The Executive Suite, Smith Enterprise.A few days later.The conference room that was on the top floor of the city's most expensive hotel had been converted into a mini work command center. A group of twelve men and women in sharp suits sat around the mahogany table, looking so terrified.They were top executives, seasoned negotiators, and sharks in their own right. But right now, they looked like rabbits trapped in a cage with a starving tiger due to the brooding Alpha in the room.Alexander Smith stood at the head of the table, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window at the campus skyline in the distance. He hadn't sat down in two hours since the meeting started. He was vibrating with a restless, violent energy that made the air in the room feel thick and suffocating."Sir?" the CFO ventured, his voice trembling, trying to get Alex attention after they have been waiting for his input in the discussions so far."About the acquisition of the textile plant... the union representatives