All Chapters of Alpha Andrew's Human Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALPHA ANDREW'S POV:I sat in my office chair, going through the pack report ahead of the fun fair we had scheduled for the upcoming weekend, when my phone chimed.I pulled it out of my trousers pocket, thinking it was just a regular message. But my eyes widened when I saw a bank debit of 3 million."What? Who debited 3 million from my account?" I asked aloud. My office door swung open, and Steven rushed in."Alpha, is anything wrong?" he asked, meeting my gaze.Steven stood in a red shirt and black trousers. My brows furrowed as I looked away from his face and to the phone in my hand."No. Find out who withdrew this money from my account.""What? Who dares to do that?" Steven said, stepping forward to check the message."I don't know. These days, I tend to forget. Did we allocate money for anything ahead of the funfair?" I asked, giving Steven my phone as I ran my hand over my face and through my long dark hair.Alpha Bennett was of the opinion that if I wanted to court his daughter,

(Alpha Andrew's POV)After my day in the office, I rose from my seat and set off for home.As I strode out, my secretary, Mila James, a young woman greeted me. "Goodbye, Alpha.""Bye," I replied, glancing away from her. I walked to the stairs and descended to the ground floor of the magnificent three-story building.When I stepped outside, my Delta Commander, Thomas Walker, walked up to meet me."Alpha, are you going home now?" he asked respectfully. He wore a black uniform, like a security guard."Sure." I got into the car after Thomas pulled the door open for me.I looked out the window as the sun set and the moon gradually rose into the sky."Alpha, are you heading to the Broom Moon Pack tomorrow? Should I prepare anything for them?" Thomas engaged me in conversation, pulling my thoughts back to the present. I had been pondering a visit to the pack priestess to find out what went wrong in my pack. Why were so many of us finding it hard to find our Goddess-gifted mates? Was the Moon

(Elena's POV)"What did you say? That the video was real?" I asked Mark, my voice trembling as my eyes widened in shock."Yes. Your father had a similar talk with my father. Maybe he didn't trust my dad enough as his personal assistant, so he got Emmanuel involved. We had no idea. Even if we did, we wouldn't have been able to stop him. Instead, your mother wouldn't have wasted her time changing the will. This all makes us look suspicious, like we truly killed your dad." Mark's jaw tightened, and I lowered my head in shame."So what do you want to do now? Do you want to abandon me now that everything is over? That Martha has taken the company and you didn't succeed as the new CEO?" I asked Mark as I looked at his face. I already had this feeling that he didn't truly love me, that he was just using me like he used my sister.Mark's brows furrowed. His hands held mine, and he asked, "Why do you say that? I know I'm not perfect, and we have come a long way. I will not leave you. So relax.

MARK: As I stepped into the doctor's office, my heart pounded in my chest, meeting his gaze. The office smelled of disinfectant, and the air conditioning cooled my skin. “Welcome, Mark,” Dr. Anthony said. He was a middle-aged man and he had taken care of me a few times in the past. “Doctor, how is my girlfriend?” I asked, my voice quavering as I feared what he would say. Dr. Anthony smiled and gestured for me to have a seat. “Mark, I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” he said as I greeted him and settled across from him. “Good afternoon, Doc. I didn’t expect to show up either. How’s my girlfriend doing?” I asked, a wave of uneasiness crashed on me as I saw Dr. Anthony’s expression harden. “You are lucky that she didn’t fall too hard,” he said, his tone steady but serious. “Doctor, a lot went on and Elena simply missed her steps. Why did she bleed? Is something wrong with her?” My eyes met his face and he nodded. “Well, your girlfriend is three months pregnant. I should ext

(Martha's POV)When I stepped into Mr. Weston's office, I watched him heading to his seat as he stood beside his chair. The office smelled like him; his coffee scent filled the air. I stood waiting for him to have a seat. He was once my boss, and still my boss until I resigned. "So how was your day today? I hope you ain't stressed?" Mr. Weston asked, looking at my face. "No. It was fine. I just have to take over and review the company's weekly report. Though there were a few missing funds. But my stepmother is the one who took them," I said, my voice calm. "Have you had dinner? Come sit. You don't have to stand. We are equals now," Mr. Weston gestured for me to have a seat across from him. He sat across from me while I moved to the seat. "Thank you, sir. I want to ask for some help before I finally quit," I said, meeting Mr. Weston's gaze. I didn't know if I should ask him or just rely on Emmanuel at the company. After all, Emmanuel was friendly and had worked for my father befor