All Chapters of Alpha Asher's Impossible Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Asher's POV The storage room in the pack hospital’s basement smelled of old paper, dried herbs, and disinfectant. I stood beneath the dim yellow light, surrounded by shelves filled with medical records dating back years. Dust clung to some of the older files, while newer documents were neatly arranged in metal cabinets along the walls.In my hands was a file bearing my father's name; ‘Alpha Logan Blackwood.’I have read it so many times that I could practically recite the contents from memory, yet here I was again reading through it. I told myself that maybe I had missed something the previous times I searched, maybe there is one small detail buried somewhere in these records that could explain how a healthy Alpha had gone from being strong enough to lead an entire pack to barely being able to walk.I turned to another page. It had records of my father's symptoms; progressive weakness, loss of muscle control, severe paralysis of lower limbs.My jaw tightened as I remembered how my fa

Melody's POVIt's been two days since I woke up in the pack hospital and found the Alpha of Oakwood sitting beside my bed. Even now, I can still remember the striking green of his eyes. I also remember how he had no expression of judgement or pity when he heard I am pregnant and was rejected by my mate.My parents had arrived shortly after he left the hospital that day, looking terrified. My mother nearly cried when she saw me lying in that hospital bed, while my father tried his best to hide how worried he was behind his usual stern expression. Dr. Ashton had to reassure them that I was fine.I was discharged yesterday morning, and from the moment I stepped through the front door of our home, my mother refused to let me do anything. It was like she suddenly concluded that I was now made of glass. She didn't even let me carry my own glass of water."Mum, I'm pregnant, not handicapped," I had complained for what must have been the tenth time.

Melody's POVBy the time Alpha Blake and I returned from the market, it was midday. The shopping bag was no longer in my hand because he took it from me halfway through our walk back home."I can carry it," I had protested."I know," he simply said but made no move to give it back."Then give it back," I said, trying to collect the bag from his hand but he quickly moved it to his other hand."No," he said.I had frowned at him and he looked at me with a calm expression."I'm beginning to think you enjoy arguing with me," he said."I don't.”"You've argued with me at least five times today," he said with a serious expression but I could see the hint of a smile on his face.“Fine, you win. You can carry the bag,” I said with a slight roll of my eyes and the smile on his face widened.When we reached the road leading to my parents' house, he still refused to hand the bag back."You really don't have to walk me home," I told him.He glanced at me."I know, but I want to make sure you get

Melody's POVBlake's words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. Aunt Lucia's facial expression softened immediately."Oh, Blake. I'm so sorry," she whispered.He gave her a small sad smile."It was two years ago," he said."Her name was Amelia," he added, his gaze fixed on the plate in front of him.There was tenderness in the way he said her name."She was human. We met when I was attending a business conference outside Oakwood territory. She was working with one of the companies that had partnered with mine."I listened carefully."I didn't know she was my mate at first," he said. "Neither did she. I was just drawn to her."A faint smile appeared on his face. "She thought I was strange."Patrick chuckled softly. "Why?"Blake looked at him."Because I kept finding excuses to be wherever she was," he said.Everyone laughed quietly, even Blake. It was the first time his expression softened since Aunt Lucia asked about his mate."I would show up at the café where she had lunch,

Asher's POV The forest was silent and the air was thick, heavy enough to make every breath feel like an effort. Mist crawled between the trees, twisting around their roots like pale fingers searching for something to drag beneath the earth. Above me, the moon hung low in a blood red sky, its light staining the forest floor with an ominous glow.I stood in the middle of the clearing, barefoot and dressed in nothing but the black trousers I usually wore when shifting. My chest rose and fell with each breath I took as I turned slowly, searching the darkness. I could feel something or someone watching me.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and agitated, his instincts screaming at me to leave. But my feet remained rooted to the ground, as though an invisible force held me in place."Hello?" I spoke into the darkness. My voice sounded strange in the silence.There was no answer.I frowned and took a step forward."Who's there?" I asked.A branch snapped somewhere behind me and I imm