Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Guardian’s Dying Mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Third Person's POVAt the hospital, Melinda sat behind her desk, replaying the video of Sabrina dancing in front of Halsey's coffin.The footage had been recorded by someone attending the funeral.It'd since spread all over the internet.No matter how many times Melinda watched it, she couldn't believe Sabrina had gone that far.Even if Sabrina hated her with every fiber of her being, she shouldn't have done something so outrageous. Had she lost her marbles?Again and again, Melinda replayed the video, carefully studying every movement Sabrina made.The more she watched, the more convinced she became that something was seriously wrong with Sabrina.Wrong?Suddenly, Melinda paused the video.She replayed Sabrina's movements from the beginning.Although she was only a general physician, she still possessed far more medical knowledge than ordinary people.Those movements didn't look normal at all.After pondering for a moment, she picked up her phone and left her office.She headed strai

Third Person's POVLooking at the room she had entirely trashed, Sabrina realized her life was officially over.She slid down against the wall, pulling her knees tight to her chest. Surrounded by the wreckage of her own making, she broke down, sobbing silently as her world fractured into pieces. Time lost all meaning in the encroaching darkness.A sudden crack of thunder shook the sky.As the torrential rain began to pelt against the glass, she dragged herself to the window.The light in her eyes had completely died, her tears long dried up, leaving behind nothing but an endless, hollow void.Then, she saw him. Zander's towering figure stood out in the downpour, holding an umbrella. It looked exactly like the night her mother had abandoned her—the night he had appeared like a savior.Only this time, Zander wasn't there for her.He leaned down slightly, and Melinda hopped onto his back. Without a second thought, Zander car

Third Person's POVZander's mind was in absolute turmoil. Deep within his chest, his wolf roared with an anxious, erratic fury. Without another word to Leonard, he turned and stormed out.He threw himself into his car and sped back to the Ironspike Pack. He needed answers about the blond rogue, and he needed them now.Finding the downstairs empty, he took the stairs two at a time. He flung Sabrina's bedroom door open, but it was pitch black. Flipping the switch, he scanned the space. She wasn't back yet.His boots clicked heavily against the floor as he marched toward her art studio. He opened the door and clicked the lights on.The next second, his eyes locked onto a massive canvas resting on the easel.The scene painted on it made his heart stop.Zander had already seen the disturbing, dark pieces Sabrina had been painting lately when he visited Halsey.But none of those even compared to the one right before him.The s

Third person's POVInstead of answering, Zander snatched her left hand in a vice-like grip. With a harsh yank, he tore the blood-stained gauze from her wrist, exposing the deep, open wound underneath.The heavy, metallic scent of her blood hit his nose instantly. A low, animalistic whimper tore from his throat.The dark red color in that painting... it really had come from her own body.Deep in his mind, his wolf let out a mournful howl. A sharp, electric pain shot down his spine and radiated through his limbs, making his hands shake uncontrollably.His primal instincts surged wildly, screaming at him to lean down, to lick the wound clean, to curl up beside her in that hospital bed until she healed. But Zander stayed frozen. He dug his fingernails into his palms, violently forcing himself to suppress the urges.He couldn't touch her.He couldn't get close. He definitely couldn't let her see his eyes glowing gold as he lost his grip on

Sabrina's POVThe gates to the Creston University campus were right across the street.I was waiting for the light to change when I happened to see an elderly guy take a spill on his cargo tricycle by the curb.He pushed his frail frame off the pavement and strained to right the heavy trike, but it was just too much for him.Even though my own life was falling apart, I couldn't just stand there and watch someone else struggle.I jogged over and helped him heave the tricycle upright."Thank you. Thank you so much," he breathed. He steadied himself, then bent down to gather up the flattened cardboard boxes scattered across the sidewalk.He was obviously collecting scraps to scrape by.It had poured the night before, and the wet asphalt had already soaked right through the fallen cardboard.I grabbed his arm. "Leave them. The water totally ruined these boxes—you won't get much for them now."Real distress flash