All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Still," Logan says, leaning back in his seat as he crunches through a handful of peanuts. "It's vague. Moonlight, star's cradle, fate, fury, all sounds poetic, sure, but nothing concrete. Doesn't exactly scream specific instructions for saving the world."He signals with a pointed lift of his finger that he's not done, but I've had enough."The oracle who saw this was very clear," I growl, my patience fraying. "It's about me, my mate, and the fate of the goddamn world. When we're mated, our souls combine, and then we either save or destroy it. Real fucking cosy, right?"Logan drops his hand back to the table, a single brow arching. "Sounds relaxing. Who doesn't love a little world-ending pressure in their love life?"I ignore the jab, my frustration boiling over. "Cade thinks my mate is in play. Whatever the hell that means. Knowing him, it's probably just another way to screw with me. But you know what's been happening out there, Logan. Some of it defies logic. And that weasel think

A chill slithers across my skin, and I shift my stance, suddenly really fucking unsure of myself.He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just keeps staring at me. His gaze is unnervingly intelligent, far too aware for an animal. He isn't behaving like a pet.No, he looks like a guardian on watch.The thought should make me laugh, but there's no humour here. My hackles rise, an instinctive response that makes no sense. I take a step closer to the window, leaning in to meet his stare."What the hell are you?" I mutter under my breath.And for one horrifying second, I find myself bracing for an answer.Jesus Thorne he's a cat, I've braced for an answer that doesn't come. But what does happen is a slight narrow of his eyes, and I swear the air around me shifts. An icy breeze brushes the back of my neck, and the overwhelming stillness of the place feels very much hostile.I take a step back and shake off the moment. She's not here. That's what matters. Maci's not home, and my entire body is screa

Great.That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.'Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?'I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'Mythology sites, forums for people who are way too into fantasy, even a post titled 'Do Werewolves Have Knots?' I click it, because I have no shame left.It's not helpful, obviously. Just a bunch of people arguing about romance book tropes, but something about it sticks in me like a tick. The way they describe it. Knots, bonds, instincts. Words that should mean squat to me, but they're burrowing in my brain, and I can't shake them loose.What's wrong with me?I shut the browser and feel my cheeks heat.Th

There he is, stood just ahead, his form flickering like a worn-out projection.He looks the same as always, tired, worn, but determined. The dagger that haunts every one of my dream is in his hands again. The silver blade gleams, the moonlight catching the etched hilt, illuminating the crescent moon and star."You have to take it," his voice tinged with urgency. "It's time."My heartbeats echo in my ears, I shake my head and take a step back."Time for what dad? What does this even mean? You keep showing me this, but never tell me what I'm supposed to do.""You need to protect yourself." He takes a step toward me, his outline shimmers like heat waves on asphalt. "And him."That feeling of dread, the one I had when I was awake. That comes crashing back."Him? Who is him?"I don't need him to answer. Because I see him.Thorne.Usually he stands next to me in this place, but tonight he is so much further away.His towering frame blurs around the edges the same as my dads. I can see he is

'Hey Maci, qanna grab that drink Friday? Let me know :) – Luke'The buzz of the office hums a background track to my spiralling thoughts as I stare at the message on my phone. My inbox overflows with unanswered emails, deadlines loom like storm clouds, but instead of tackling any of it, I'm here, re-reading this text for the tenth time.The smiley face. It's mocking me, isn't it? Why does it feel sarcastic? The message itself is fine. Sweet, even. Luke seems nice, the guy who'd hold the door open for strangers or help old ladies cross the street. The guy my mom would have a poster of if mom's made posters for respectable men.But the thought of saying yes to that drink, again, has my stomach tying itself in angry little knots. Technically, I already said yes. Now the follow-through feels impossible.With a sharp sigh, I drop the phone face-down on my desk and press my palms into my eyes. What is wrong with me? Five days. Five relentless days since Thorne went away. He's left behind a