All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Mate.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

28 Chapters

Chapter One : The Wrong Kind of Right.

Sophie Steele POV.“Oh! Oh! Ohmmmm, yes. Fuck me. Please."Who knew things would spiral this fast? Well it's another Friday night and I'm in my home, the weight of not having a functional social life crushing on me like a wave that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. At nineteen it's not totally unusual to be home on the weekend with no one to talk to, more homework than you deserve and an irrational fear of the coming Monday.What is unexpected though is the sound of your bathroom door clicking open while you're touching yourself. Why? Because you know your socialite mother is attending some new event to boost her social capital and get “investors" for her crazy business ideas. Your new stepfather is working late, trying to seal an important collaboration deal... So you're alone… with the hot stepbrother you just met a month ago and have been avoiding like a death sentence because the first time you saw him you felt something you shouldn't have– desire, a strang

Chapter Two : Scar

Sophie Steele POVWith a jolt I wake.The first thing that registers is disappointment. I'm no longer in my bedroom in the Steel mansion seven years ago. I'm currently in my luxury loft studio in the heart of Los Angeles surrounded by art, supplies and the kind of serenity that cannot be purchased in the market.Things have changed now. I am no longer the dewy-eyed, self-effacing teenager that once upon a time used to be obsessed with her stepbrother. The one who was always walking on eggshells, afraid to offend anyone, dimming her shine so that no one had cause to squint their eyes at how exceptional she was. I am successful, independent, unapologetic and most importantly over the crush that had spiralled my life out of control nearly a decade ago. I have everything I need now– a successful career, a home, cars, a child of my own. I am accomplished. Yet I can't help but feel a nag of emptiness like something is missing– a need I haven't quite come to terms with. It's obv

Chapter Three : Funeral

Sophie Steele POVAnd now I am home. And really, I am expecting to be wowed the moment I get here with any difference or whatever, but everything is still the same way I left it. The beautiful gates of the Steele family villa open with the same calmness they always have, like they have all the time in the world that no one else possesses.The observant me sits at the back of the hired chair and watches them part, and deep down in my chest, it feels like a hand is opening me the same way the gates open, pulling me apart without asking. I notice that split right down the middle between my breasts, that line that never requests my permission before action. Yes, I know I have not been here for seven years, but is that enough reason for invisible hands to begin splitting me open from the center of my chest like gates?Seven years though… A full seven years of building walls, building a career, building a life that has no business with this place and its inhabitants. But Ri

Chapter Four : Echoes in the East Wing

Sophie Steele POV.Evening comes fast like the clock is running a race it refuses to lose. The guests begin to thin out and I am finally directed to my old room. I am so exhausted, like the world has been placed on my body, and this has nothing to do with the flight.One thing that strikes me most is the room is still the same as I left it, its pale walls and high ceiling remain unchanged. I look at the window and I am back in those old good days, sitting on the ledge as a teenager, pretending I am somewhere else. And the dresser, I see fresh flowers on it, I guess someone bought them and placed them there. White roses. I stare at them for a while and look away before I find myself pulled back into the beauty they radiate effortlessly.Then.I sit on the side of the bed to calculate my decision clearly. I will simply be civil. I will be distant, composed and formal.I will attend the final funeral burial tomorrow, and I will pay my last respects to the only Ste

Chapter Five : The Bathroom Between Seven Years.

Sophie Steele POV.I step in.The water is hot and the pressure remains exactly as I remember it. I feel my shoulders come down gradually. I raise my face to the water and allow it to soak me while I am breathing in and out. The steam thickens around me. The rest of the house and everything within it feels distant from where I am.I have been here for five minutes when I hear it.Or should I say I do not hear? That is the problem. I am not even sure. But I know I do not hear the door. I do not hear footsteps. I do not hear anything at all until the curtain shifts.I spin around with the rapidity of a fan, nearly slipping.And I nearly scream at what I see…Dominic stands at the edge of the shower, one hand still holding the curtain back. Did he miss his way here? Or has he been stalking me around, because how do I explain this, that an adult man follows me into the bathroom? To see what exactly? Is it my breasts he has not seen before, because I do not understand

Chapter Six : Bones

Sophie Steele POV"Where is my son?”And who else on earth expresses four words and seizes your breathing progression completely? Dominic Steele, that's who, standing there in a cloud of thinning steam with a towel at his waist plus seven years of unanswered questions sitting behind his eyes like a river of blood waiting for him to thirst for water. I don't move because I can't. My clothes are still pressed against my breasts, my hair is dripping cold water down my back and my legs have decided they are not doing anything dramatic right now…They are just standing here, surviving.I turn slowly.And his face is what breaks me open.And I sensed a different dimension of Dominic's look. The look was far different from the anger I had spent the entire flight preparing for, nor the sharp, entitled fury of a man who feels cheated, which I could honestly handle. I had whole speeches ready for anger. Bullet points and everything, but anger is not what is sitting on Dominic St

Chapter Seven : The Message

Sophie Steele"Read it again," I said to myself. "Make sure you're not imagining it."So I did.“I know about the boy. Better leave quietly or everyone finds out what you two are to each other. And mind you, you have just 24 hours.” Third time, same words the with the same cold precision.I set the phone face down on my knee and sat very still on the edge of the bed, the white roses on the dresser sitting there unbothered, soft and pale in the morning light like nothing in this room had any business being soft right now.My first instinct was Miriam. Call her, move Ethan, move him now, today, somewhere Gerald or whoever this was could not reach. My hand was already moving toward the phone before I stopped it.I looked at the walls. I looked at the door.I did not know this house anymore. Seven changes a house the same way it changes a person, quietly and completely, until the version you thought you knew is just a memory wearing familiar clothes. I did not know whos

Chapter Eight : Burial Ground

Dominic Steele"He would have wanted something smaller," my mother said beside me, quietly, not looking at me. "Richard always hated spectacle."I did not respond to that. I kept my eyes forward…The cemetery sat on the east side of the Steele estate grounds, old and well-kept, the kind of space that had been holding this family's dead for four generations. The morning had come in grey, which felt appropriate. The sky looked like it had made a decision to match the occasion and committed to it fully.There were over a hundred people gathered around the grave. Black coats, black veils, the low careful sounds of a crowd that had dressed itself in grief and was now standing in it collectively. The kind of funeral that looked, from a distance, like a painting of sorrow rather than the thing itself.Gerald stood at the head of the grave.He had positioned himself there naturally, the way Gerald did everything, as if the space had always been intended for him and he was simply

Chapter Nine : After the Earth

Sophie Steele"Can I get you anything, miss? Something to eat, perhaps?"I looked at the young staff member holding a tray of small plates and I smiled at her with a rare smile of mine which actually meant my smile answer was no but I don't want to make the person feel useless."I'm fine, thank you."She moved on.. I moved on. That was how it worked in rooms like this one.The villa had swallowed everyone back inside after the burial, and now the main reception room was full again in the way it had been yesterday, except the quality of the air was different. Yesterday was anticipation and arranged grief. Today was the real thing, quieter and heavier, the kind that sat on people's shoulders and made them speak in half sentences and reach for food they wouldn't taste.I stayed near the edges.I accepted condolences when they came to me. An older man with a grey beard who said Richard had been a good man and meant it. Two women from what I gathered was Richard's side of t

Chapter Ten : Gerald

Gerald Steele"Remarkable turnout," the man beside me said. Councillor Aldric, seventy-one years old, pack elder, looking like a man who had been in every important room for so long that people forgot to question his presence. "Richard was well loved.""He was," I confirmed. "He made it easy to love him."Aldric nodded slowly, reading the room the carefully, with the patience of someone who understood that gatherings like this one were never really about the person being buried."And the family," he continued. "How are you holding up, Gerald?" We hold," I said simply. "That's what this family does.He squeezed my arm once and moved away toward the food table. I watched him go and then I turned back to the room.The gathering was thinning at the edges now, guests beginning the slow drift toward goodbyes and cars. I moved through what remained of it comfortably, stopping here and there, saying the right things in the right register. And yes, this was not a performan

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