All Chapters of The Alpha's Messy Wolf : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mona POVIt happened in the hallway.I had been steady enough that morning to walk to the bathroom without holding the wall. The improvement felt small but real, so I pushed it. I showered. I dressed. I even made it halfway back toward the guest room before the world tilted sideways and went soft at the edges.My knees gave out without warning.The floor rose up hard. I barely got my hands out in time to keep my face from hitting the wood. A thin, involuntary sound left my throat as the rejection sickness surged all at once—fever spiking, chest seizing with that cold hollow ache, vision narrowing to a gray tunnel. My wolf stayed silent. Even the instinct to call for help felt muffled and far away.I heard him before I saw him.Alessandro’s footsteps hit the stairs at a run. Then he was there, dropping to his knees beside me so fast the floorboards creaked. His hands were on me immediately—checking my pulse, turning my face toward him, hauling me up against his chest with a care that s

**Mona POVThe second flicker came after midnight.It was weaker than the first—barely a pulse in the dark—but it was enough. Alessandro went rigid beside me on the bed the moment it sparked. I felt the echo of him flood back into the hollow place in my chest: frayed, unstable, and so desperately welcome that a broken sound left my throat before I could stop it.“Mona.”His voice was rough. Close. Already moving.The partial bond didn’t give us the old seamless pull. It gave us fragments—flashes of each other’s need, sharp spikes of recognition that cut as much as they connected. It was not enough to heal anything. It was enough to make the absence unbearable.I reached for him first.He met me halfway, mouth finding mine in a kiss that was more collision than comfort. There was no slow build. There was only the frantic need to close every possible distance while the unstable connection still held. His hands were careful of my weakened body and desperate all at once, pushing my night

Mona POVI heard them from the guest room.Mom had come home early again. Her voice carried up the stairs first—tight, controlled, the tone she used when she had already decided the conversation would not be pleasant. Alessandro’s answering rumble was lower, harder to make out. I slipped out of bed on unsteady legs and moved to the door, cracking it just enough to listen.They were in the kitchen.“Don’t insult me by pretending nothing is wrong,” Mom said. “I can feel it. The bond has been thinning for weeks. Some days it’s like reaching for something that isn’t fully there anymore. And you—” A sharp breath. “You look at me and I can tell your attention is somewhere else. It’s been somewhere else for a long time.”Alessandro’s reply was careful. “There has been significant pack pressure. The border issues, the rogue, the elders asking questions—”“Stop.” Her voice cut cleanly across his. “I am not one of your patrol reports. I am your mate. Or I was. Lately I am not certain what I am

** Mona POV The pack meeting was called for the following evening. I was not supposed to attend. Unmated wolves of my standing rarely sat in on full senior sessions, and after days of rejection sickness I still looked frail enough that no one questioned Alessandro when he said I would remain at the house. But he changed his mind an hour before the gathering. “You’re coming,” he said. “I want you where I can see you. And I want them to see that I am not hiding you.” The pack house felt colder than usual. Wolves filled the main hall in careful clusters—elders near the front, ranking members along the sides, a few trusted others standing near the walls. Conversations quieted when Alessandro entered with me slightly behind him. Mom was already seated in the front row. Her eyes tracked us both, but she said nothing. I took a chair near the wall, close enough to the door that I could leave if the sickness spiked, far enough that I would not sit in the direct line of every stare. The h

Mona POVIt came back like a breaking dam.There was no flicker this time. No tentative pulse. One moment I was sitting on the edge of the guest bed trying to force down a few swallows of water, the hollow ache familiar and constant in my chest—and the next moment the bond slammed into place with enough force to tear a scream from my throat.Alessandro’s answering roar came from downstairs.The connection did not rebuild gently. It tore back open through every damaged pathway at once, flooding both of us with everything the rejection had tried to erase. I felt him—fully, completely, without the broken gaps of the incomplete days. His shock. His fury. His relief so sharp it bordered on pain. The mate pull locked into my chest like a living wire and poured heat and recognition and need through every nerve the sickness had left raw.I folded forward off the bed and hit the floor on my hands and knees.The door downstairs slammed open. Footsteps pounded up the stairs. Alessandro reached t