All Chapters of Rise of the fated alpha pair : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ronan POV She’d flinched. The same female who’d ripped a vampire’s head off, shook off my Alpha voice like it was an annoying insect, and flipped me the bird fucking flinched when I went to run my hand through my hair. It didn’t add up. Her aggression didn’t make sense for a female wolf. She should have been on the ground, begging for mercy. She should have had some sense of self-preservation, even if she didn’t want to show it. Yet if something traumatic had happened in her past, it would make sense for her inner wolf to be aggressive if it thought it was protecting her. Yes, that had to be it. Which meant the only remaining mystery was to find out what her pack had done to her. The scars on her wolf’s hind legs were telling, but I didn’t want to think about the possible implications. It only brought more questions.She’s unmated, my inner wolf prodded. I viciously pushed him down. He was constantly sizing up any female we came across, looking for our mate. I prayed he’

Lyra POV A knock sounded from the door.I narrowed my eyes at the wood. It was different from the Alpha's or his Beta’s. I didn’t trust either of them for a moment.I closed my eyes to listen. The next knock was tentative. I tried to use my senses to pick up on who was outside, but I got nothing else.Magic. This pack had an in with a witch, or had. It had been a long time since wolves got along with another species outside of their own.“I hope you remembered non-fat milk in my coffee!” I hollered, still lying on the bed but eyeing the door warily. My smart mouth at least helped retain the illusion of control.The doorknob twisted, and a strawberry-blonde head popped through the crack. Big green eyes emphasized by sun-golden skin met mine for a second before hers dropped to the ground clearly an omega of the pack.“Sorry to disturb you, but, um, I was told to come get you,” she murmured, clearly nervous as hell.Knots twisted my stomach at her timidness. Flashbacks of my old pack re

Lyra POVA large garden stretched out in a cleared area where the sun could easily reach throughout the day, but there was still plenty of shaded areas for plants needing partial sunlight. In the corner was even a small greenhouse. Corn, basil, tomatoes, squash, carrots, onions, peppers, and almost every other vegetable or herb a person could want. What I couldn’t see with my eyes, I could smell with my nose.Men and women worked side by side, sowing, harvesting, and weeding. Again, despite the dirt on their hands and sweat on their foreheads, they smiled and laughed.Marni put her hands on her hips, chest puffing in pride. “We are a self-sustaining community. We have wolves that will still go to town for clothes and tools when needed, of course. But being able to live off the land as much as possible satisfies our wolves, or coyote in my case, in a way no city shifter will ever understand. And there’s no lack of meat being so far out in the wilderness. The hunters go out about every

Ronan POVMy mouth dropped open slightly at her arrogance, but I had promised. Though she’d need to expand her horizons on what could be classified as “pizza.” We didn’t exactly get takeout delivered here.“Fine.”She blinked once, as if not expecting my easy acquiesce. Then, without missing a beat, she ploughed forward. “Let’s go. I can’t pick a room if I don’t see them all first.”I followed behind her as she stuck her nose in every room. My annoyance piqued at the familiar way she strutted around my house. The empty bedroom she’d been in before was obviously bypassed, as well as my study and the living area. I had expected her to get excited about my guest bedroom, which was quite comfortable as far as guest rooms went. But no, she only stuck her nose up at it and kept searching.We passed all the rooms, her dismissive huff annoying me and my inner wolf. I was growing impatient and had an entire list of things to do that didn’t include babysitting her.“That’s everything,” I growle

Lyra POVThe sound of raised voices outside dragged me from my sleep. During the night, my wolf must’ve shifted back, because I was naked under the sheets. How long did I sleep for? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly.On two wobbly legs, I crossed over to the open window, where a light breeze ruffled my hair. Below me, the pack was gathering. It smelled like morning.An older man with salt and pepper hair was clearly incensed, throwing a woman to the ground. Scars marred the right side of his face, and his smell had a bitter, spoiled tinge to it. As if something once good had gone bad.The woman stumbled roughly to the ground, trying to hide her face behind her sheet of graying brown hair. Her trembling form triggered every protective instinct in my wolf, and my muscles tightened almost painfully. She reminded me of my mother and every time she’d been put into this position by my dad.It couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. Not while I still drew breath