All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Well, mate or not, the woman literally yanked herself down the stairs and murdered her own child just to frame you! What kind of fucked creature does that? Well, I’ll tell you exactly who. It’s Katerina! She is completely sick in the medulla and needs to see a psychiatrist immediately! For all I know, she probably hired those thugs to get you kidnapped. Ugh, why are fated female mates always so entirely out of their minds?”Daphne stayed quiet as they walked. If she ever told Storm the truth again, would he even listen? She threw her phone into the river weeks ago to avoid any tracking from Griffith and Storm, but she made sure to slide her memory card out first. She hadn't even checked for missed messages or calls before destroying the device, but she still knew his number by heart. Sadie’s too. Her doctor friend still called her new line occasionally, giving her sweet, motherly advice on how to care for the twins and filling her in on the pack gossip, all while constantly reassuri

Rosalind picked up one of the tablets and held it up close, squinting. Her face went pale, making her bold red lips stand out even more.Daphne’s nerves wound tighter. “What is it, Rose?” She asked again. Rosalind held the whole bottle out to her. “Where exactly did you get these?”“What do you mean?” Daphne frowned and shifted on the couch.Rosalind set the bottle down slowly on the table. “You still haven’t answered me.”“They came from Blood Shadow,” “Fang Love family clinic?”“Yeah.”“Your doctor gave them to you?”“Not directly.” Daphne closed her eyes for a second, trying to remember. “The nurses usually just brought them with everything else.”“Which nurses?”“I don’t know, Rose.”“You don’t know?”“I wasn’t exactly interviewing them. I was pregnant and just following the instructions I was given,” Daphne grumbled.Rosalind puffed out her cheeks and stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bark at you. I’m just worried.”“Then won’t you please tell me what’s going on?”Op

Daphne was alright.Storm stared at the photograph until the screen timed out and faded to black. Impatiently, he tapped it awake again, his eyes locked on her face. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he could actually breathe. Even his wolf settled down, the constant snarling and pacing easing up just from seeing her.She looked thinner, with dark circles under her eyes, but her skin carried no bruises or sickly pallor. He didn’t know why he spent the last weeks terrified that something terrible had happened to her. That was why he’d been searching so hard for her on his own, even without Orion’s knowledge. He just couldn’t shake off the worry.Goddess, thank you, he muttered silently. But his relief was instantly cut by suspicion. Who the hell sent the photos? And what did they mean by the threat that followed it?His thumb traced the glass, zooming in on her features, wishing he could reach through the screen and drag her back to the pack. Then, he swiped to the second imag

The smell of something burning dragged Daphne out of sleep before the morning light even had a chance. She wrinkled her nose into the pillow. “…Rose?”From the kitchen, Rosalind was swearing under her breath, along with the frantic sound of her fanning the air. “Oh, come on! It wasn't even on that long!”Daphne couldn’t help smiling. She dragged herself up from the old mattress, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and padded barefoot toward the tiny kitchen.Rosalind stood at the stove with one hand on her hip, waving at a piece of toast so black it looked charred beyond saving.She glanced over her shoulder. “Oh good. You’re awake.”Daphne eyed the smoking pan. “Should I call the fire department now, or give you another five minutes?”Rosalind gasped, all dramatic. “Excuse me? This is artisan toast.”“It looks cremated.”“It’s seasoned.”“It has ashes, Rose.”Rosalind looked down at the sorry thing, letting out a loud sigh. “Fine.” She tossed it into the bin. “I just got distracted.”Dap

What was Daphne doing in Wild Howl?As soon as the study door slammed shut beside her, Katerina’s tears stopped like they had never existed.Orion was already walking down the hall, not sparing her a single glance, clearly eager to leave since Storm dismissed them both. Once the irritating beta was entirely out of sight, she cast a last look at Storm’s door, then continued on her way. Only when she reached the silver framed mirror decorating the wall near the staircase did she stop. She lifted a finger and carefully wiped away the last traces of moisture under her eye.“That was exhausting,” she murmured to her reflection, smoothing a small wrinkle from her dress sleeve.Servants greeted her as she passed. A few offered soft, sympathetic smiles, probably talking about the ‘poor future Luna’ and everything she had endured lately. Katerina nearly laughed out loud at them. Ridiculous.Entering her bedroom, she closed the door calmly. But that calmness shattered the instant she turned