All Chapters of Alpha’s Blood Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Two weeks. That was all the time we had remaining. The full moon was coming in just half a month. Every day flew by quicker than the last. Valerian still hadn’t made any real progress, and it was draining every bit of my mental strength just to stop Lyanna from spiraling into too much worry. She was terrified for her parents, and I knew I had to stay solid for her, to be the steady thing she could rely on. The issue was, I felt just as anxious. I couldn’t let it show, though, and that wore me out completely. Atlas and Rowan dropped by that afternoon to go over the safe houses where Lyanna’s parents and Mira were being kept. Valerian had left photos behind, along with blueprints he’d pulled from the city planning department. As we discussed it, the same grim issue kept coming up. “We’re all dead," Rowan said, dropping back against the couch. “Not for sure," I replied. Rowan jabbed a finger at the photos. “Alright, fine. Not all of us die. Just, what, eighty percent? Then they sho

Leo let me cry for what felt like forever. He guided me over and eased me down into the recliner next to the fireplace. The tears just kept coming. Every time I thought I’d finally gotten a grip, another wave of sobs hit me hard. He stayed right there on his knees, holding my hand the entire time. Every so often, I’d glance around the living room and take in the wreckage all over again. This was the same room where I’d ripped open Christmas gifts, the kitchen where I’d helped Mom get Thanksgiving dinner ready, the table we’d gathered around for Easter meals. It looked the same, but now it felt tainted. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see it without that shadow hanging over it.At last, I pulled myself together enough to stop. I’d needed to let all that emotion pour out, but I couldn’t let myself completely break down. I stood up and wiped my face. “Come on. Let’s tidy this mess before we start searching.”Leo’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You sure? It’s fine if you need more time, Lyanna.”

I slipped out the next morning and left Lyanna sleeping while I headed downstairs to rustle up some breakfast. Pretty much everything in the fridge had gone bad and spoiled. I tossed the milk, eggs, and anything else that looked risky to eat. In the freezer, I spotted some frozen burritos. I shrugged and popped them into the oven.I wandered around the kitchen and took a better look at the fridge doors. They were plastered with photos and magnets from trips, Disney World, Disneyland, and one with a beach scene from Jamaica. The pictures were the real highlight, though. There was one of Lyanna when she must’ve been twelve or thirteen, sporting a mouth full of braces. Then a bunch from different ages through middle and high school. Her senior photo showed the stunning girl I knew so well.I checked on our makeshift frat-house breakfast and saw they were nearly done, so I went back upstairs to wake Lyanna. To my surprise, she was already awake. She sat in bed, gazing out the window.“Hey

The last letter slipped from my fingers and drifted down onto the stack with the others. A storm of emotions churned inside me. So many thoughts and feelings tumbled through my head and chest that I couldn’t even follow them all as they collided. Anger and grief seemed to be battling hardest for first place. So many more questions. Every time I thought I might finally get some answers, fresh ones leaped out from the shadows. Just a few months ago, I’d always believed my life was ordinary and uneventful. Now it felt like I was just waiting for the next bombshell to drop. This wasn’t enjoyable at all. I wished I could trade it all back for a simple, boring existence. Eleven years. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. More than a decade of letters, every single one carefully stashed away. It seemed like Mom and Dad had intended to give them to me at some point. When? I’d probably never find out. At least they’d kept them safe, that softened the blow a little. If I’d discovered they’d tra

I raised my hand and knocked. My knuckles cracked against the parched wood of the door like a sharp report. We stood there for several long seconds before I knocked again. No response came, so Lyanna reached out and turned the knob. It gave easily, and the door creaked open. The interior looked every bit as neglected as the exterior. Thick dust coated every surface, and heavy cobwebs draped the corners. It was obvious no one had set foot inside for years.Lyanna took my hand as we crossed the threshold. For a split second, I tensed, bracing for some kind of trap, visions of a concealed gun aimed at us or a tripwire connected to its trigger flashing through my mind. But she stepped into the living room without incident. I let out a quiet breath of relief.“You alright?” Lyanna asked.I nodded and gave a wry chuckle. “Yeah. I think I’ve watched one too many action flicks.”Lyanna smiled at me. “I had the exact same worry. Poison darts?”I laughed outright. “Tripwire and a gun. Your idea