All Chapters of Alpha’s Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Milena~Shifting on one foot, I grip the bag with sweating palms. Mama opens her mouth to speak. My soul nearly leaves my body, but I wear my composure like a fine dress. “Where is your mate?” she asks, curious gaze darting to the door, expecting someone to jump right in. I stiffen as the weight of her question hits me, ringing in my head like the pack bell.She doesn't ask about the bag; instead, her focus is on my unknown mate. This is disgusting. At this point, best she spoke of the bag, because her question made my stomach knot. How can she not care if her youngest daughter is about to make a strange decision? How can her concern be my mate?A man! … Destructive being! “You didn’t come home with him?” She stretches her neck further.Scoffing, I roll my eyes. Obviously not. Yeah, tradition demands bringing your mate home on your first shift. But I don’t follow traditions. I love and enjoy my willpower.Clearing my throat, I change the topic. “Why are you home?” She isn't supp

Alpha Vlad~The old rags will come for my neck.They would have ended my life early today if they held the power to. But my position gives me complete immunity, and no man born of the Goddess dares challenge me.“Vlad, your father and his Beta are waiting in the courtroom,” my Beta, Kane, informs.“Must I adhere to the meeting?”“The consequences will be severe if you don’t.”The exact haggard jargon I’ve heard for twenty-eight years of my life. It doesn’t stop and won’t as long as my Father is alive. Closing the book in my hands, I drop it on the desk and strengthen to my full length. “Have you heard from Zoran?”“They’ve arrived in Duskwarren.”“And my message?”“I’m certain Zoran will relay it. Your brother will not dare lay his hands on your mate.”“Perfect.” I rip my long coat from its stand. Throwing it over my shoulders, I stride out of my room. Kane follows behind me. Arriving, the fury of the old rags embraces the walls of my courtroom as they sit around the council table.

Alpha Vlad~The squawks of our horses capture the atmosphere as we arrive at Duskwarren. It’s dawn already. Kane and I had to leave at night to get here in time. Striking a new deal with Dargo and making sure he’s on my side entirely is my reason for being here. I have to carry out this and return by noon. It's not ideal to be away from the pack.Stomping through the passage of Drago’s castle, I huff as my nose flares. My hands in my pockets, urging me to keep my serenity as I pass his warriors to the door of his quarters. Without waiting for the men to announce my presence, I kick the door open.As expected, a maiden is on her fours. My stupid brother never keeps it in his breeches like my old rag. At the sight of me, he stiffens, rigid like I'm a ghost. Then comes his disgusting half-grin, before twisting the hair of the maiden, yelping her neck back.I whiff in disdain, pulling a chair and sitting.The maiden gapes at me with a witty, inviting smirk. Her smile tells she is used to

Milena~Rolling from side to side, the softness beneath gives life and warmth to my once-arched body. It’s mysterious, waking up and finding yourself in a serene place. A room adorned with maze walls, beautiful white tapestries, an ornate white rug, and sheets. How did I get here? The goddess must have softened the beast’s heart, enough to ease my torture.Should I feel good about it? This isn’t right. Nothing good comes from the Ryders. Why did Alpha Dragomir bring me to a better room when his intention is to create agony for my existence? This is his room. My new hell.Letting out a gentle sigh, I tuck my hair behind my ears and peel out of bed, not wanting to keep swimming in disarray. As my feet plant on the rug, a familiar sweet scent grips my nose, sending a tingle down my spine. It’s Alpha Vladimir’s scent. Why does it stall me when we haven't been in contact? The Goddess shouldn't infer this is part of the mate bond punishment, whiffing the scent of a supposed mate after rej

Milena~Has she gone nuts?Arriving outside, I glance around, taking cognitive notes of the surroundings. Tall gothic walls stand at the edge of the packhouse, giving it a timeworn look. The building fabrics are made of maze, different from my home in Virethorn. Bricks, wood, and fine glass are the materials used in my pack.Alpha Dragomir’s taste is outdated. Anyway, what do I care? Surveying the exit, I nip my fingers as my mind calculates best ways to pass through the iron flame gate with giant Gothic four pillars planted at each end, guarding the environment. Tons of warriors move to and fro around the gate with their hands stuck on their swords, always ready to strike.A few other warriors stand as carvings at each end of the pillar, dressed in war armor and weapons. Honestly, the more I make a mental memo of what is before me, the more my stomach knots. Rage steams my blood at how impossible everything is starting to seem. How do I escape this giant prison filled with warriors