All Chapters of Alpha’s Blood Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What the hell, Lyanna?” Mira demanded as she stormed into my clinic room.She’d been completely frantic when I called her that evening after waking from another quick nap. She’d opened the bar alone and started panicking when I didn’t show up or pick up my phone. After leaving the bartenders and the bouncer to manage things, she must have sped all the way over to me. The bar was at least fifteen minutes away across town, and that was with clear roads. She came charging into my room in under ten minutes after we ended the call.“I can explain,” I said.“Explain? You better. Why are you in a shifter clinic? And why do you look like you got beaten to hell?”I let out a breath and sank back into the pillows. “Didn’t you notice the blood on the floor when you came in to open the bar?”Mira’s forehead creased. “Uh…no. Hold on, blood? There was blood on the floor? What the hell happened last night?”I turned my gaze to the window, a dark rectangle set into the clinic’s white wall. No blood?

I slowly turned my head, unsure whether I was still trapped in a dream. To my surprise, a nurse stood with her back to me. She held a small vial and was pushing a syringe into it. I watched as she drew the liquid into the barrel, then tucked the vial into her pocket. When she faced me, I recognized her, the same nurse from the first time I woke up. Morwen, if I remember right.She still didn’t realize I was awake. She adjusted my IV line and guided the syringe toward the bag. The expression on her face sent a chill straight through me. Something was definitely off. She looked tense and uneasy. She even glanced over both shoulders nervously before bringing the needle closer to the IV bag.“What are you doing?” I asked, startling even myself.She dropped the syringe and sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes snapped to mine, filled with raw panic—pure, horrified fear. My heart felt like it might burst as I grabbed the phone from the table beside my bed. I pulled up Leo’s number and dialed w

When I stepped into the room, my entire family was scattered throughout the house. Alaric and Mateo sat on the edge of the fireplace, talking quietly. Orion stood at the kitchen island with Mom and Dad, and from the looks of it, they were in the middle of one of their usual debates. Elias, the youngest of us, was stretched out on the couch, scrolling through his phone, appearing far less troubled than the rest.Dad noticed me first. “Leo?” In his voice, everyone else paused and turned my way. “What’s going on? None of your men will give me a straight answer. I’ve called around. Why has security in the neighborhood been tightened?”I raised my hand. “Give me a minute, Dad. I’ll explain. Just let me get through it all.” When no one objected, I started from the beginning. I told them about finding Lyanna barely alive, the shifters who attacked her and how I recognized them as part of Javi’s pack, the second attempt on her life, the situation with the nurse and her husband, and my decisio

I stepped up onto the porch, and Leo gave a nod toward the inside of the house. “Take as long as you need. I’ll stay right here at the front door. Valerian is heading around to cover the back exit. We’ll wait outside so you can have some privacy.” “Thanks,” I mumbled. First thing I did was head straight to the fridge and toss anything that wouldn’t last a week or two, then I tied up the trash bag and left it by the door. In my bedroom, I dragged out my big suitcase and the carry-on I always used for trips. I packed the carry-on with my toiletries, phone charger, and a few other small essentials. Then I grabbed whatever clothes, shoes, and underwear I could reach and stuffed them into the larger bag. I was down on my knees sorting through it all when I let my hands fall onto my thighs. I just sat there staring at everything in the suitcase, wondering if I’d packed enough. I’d only be twenty or thirty minutes away from home. If I forgot something, I could always ask someone to swing

The wolf inside me was losing its damn mind with every single step I took down those stairs. All it wanted was to turn right around and haul ass back upstairs. It was snapping its jaws, drooling, whimpering, practically clawing at me to get back to Lyanna. I’d never felt anything even close to this before. Up until I caught the scent of her blood the other night, my wolf and I had always been perfectly in sync. Two separate beings sharing one body, living the same life, moving like a seamless, well-oiled team. This? This was completely new territory, something I’d never run into, never even heard whispered about.I paused at the foot of the stairs and glanced back up toward the guest room door. For one fleeting second, I let the fantasy play out: climbing those steps again, pushing the door open, pulling Lyanna into my arms. I flinched hard, shoved the image away, and made myself walk into the kitchen. I yanked open the fridge, grabbed a beer, while my wolf kept hammering against the