All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden truth : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

LAYLA POV The wind blew softly carrying with it the sweet smell of wet wood and lemon. I sniffed the air again and again as I drove closer to the pack house. I knew what the smell meant. my mate is close by. perhaps in the pack house ahead as the smell grew stronger. I fought against my wolf, shifting nervously as I drove faster. I have waited all these years for this. I could imagine the smile on mum's face when she finds out I have found my mate. I know dad would be happier. i wished my mate to be all I'd always imagined; tall, built, definitely not ugly and not to miss out, a war wolf. I have always had a thing for war wolves. Dad is the beta of the pack and a war wolf. He adores mum and my brother Theodore, if not for his loyalty to you alpha and the pack, dad's first priority would have been his family nonetheless it isn't too bad as it is his next priority. so, I guess I wanted my mate to be strong as well just like my dad. The scent of my mate hit me intensely as I drov

I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream can catch a patrol wolf's attention this far. Though we were still within packs boundaries, both of us area long way from home. I stared at jason. He turned to look at me. We shared a knowing look. If we were to survive and perhaps get home in one piece, there's only one thing we've got to do. Run. I ran alongside Jason. We snaked our way around trees, jumping fallen trunks. I could hear the growls of wolves behind. My lung burned as I drew in air as fast as I could. My face dripped with sweat as my hand threatened to slip from Marcus. I glanced briefly to see him return my stare. He was worried. So was I. We burst out into a path that leads directly to the pack. A little longer then we'

Theodore had been told three things about the Ridge Forest growing up.One: nothing lived there. Two: nothing that went in came out. Three: if you ever found yourself at its boundary, you ran the other direction and you thanked whatever you believed in that you had not crossed it.He was currently walking deeper into it, following a stranger who had offered his name like it was a minor inconvenience, and everything he had been told was unraveling with every step.Things lived here.He noticed it gradually — the way you notice a room has music playing when you have been standing in it for several minutes already. A pair of birds cut across a gap in the canopy above, their wings bright against the grey-silver light. Something small and fast rustled through the undergrowth to his left and was gone. The trees themselves were alive in a way that went beyond biology, their roots wove together above ground in patterns almost too deliberate to be accidental, forming natural archways and alcov

Theodore woke to birdsong.That was the first unexpected thing. He lay still for a moment with his eyes closed, letting his other senses do the work before his vision joined them — a habit so deeply drilled into him by years of border living that it operated independent of conscious thought. He listened. Birds, multiple species, close and unhurried. Wind moving through a dense canopy. Somewhere further away, the sound of something rhythmic and heavy — axe work, maybe, or construction. Voices, low and purposeful. The smell of woodsmoke and food and underneath both, that clean herbal note he had noticed the night before.No alarm. No aggression. No immediate threat.He opened his eyes.Grey morning light came through the window in a single clean shaft, falling across the foot of the bed. The room was exactly as he had left it — small, plain, locked. His old clothes were folded on the chair where he had left them. The tray from last night had been removed at some point while he slept, wh