After I Died My Alpha Mate Went Crazy Novels & Stories

They always fought over the most unnecessary things and later, they would say women were the more dramatic ones. “Tell them I wouldn't want them to fight if I were still alive,” The voice came again, momentarily scaring me because I had forgotten I could now communicate with my mate, whose voice constantly penetrated my mind without warning. It sounded like a warning. I had still not gotten used to any of this. “The Alpha said…I mean, our dear Alpha wouldn't have wanted anyone fighting if he were still with us,” I said and slightly choked on the last word to make them believe I was so broken by his death.

Matteo and I didn't go further on the day after my dad's funeral and since then I try but I was never in luck. It was hard to do so even Alera was running out of her own tricks. I can't believe that wolf of mine made me watch horrible stuff to gain experience. Only in the end Matteo and his wolf were able to control themselves around us. "Luna" "Get lost" I retort with no interest to whatever Jay is going to say. "Have you seen Alpha?" he asks again making me filled with annoyance "already dead" I deadpan. "I must have said that hurts" Matteo came from behind and sat next to me. I ignored him and look to the other side

he relaxed back on the greet trunk, “Yeah, I remember. He died because he lost his mate during the Great War and he could not live with her. I thought this was going to be like those plot twist in novels,” I rolled her eyes and continued my story, “The alpha was angry when he found out that she was his mate and he rejected her right there in front of everyone who has been mocking her.”

Stella sobbed, shrinking back. Everything inside me seemed to wither and die in that moment. The hope I’d been clinging to, the warmth of the mindlink—it all turned to ash. Franco’s roar filled the tiny room, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony and fury. Our Alpha was gone. My mate was in the hands of the monsters who wanted us extinct. The door burst open, but I didn't even look up. I just sat there in the wreckage of the news, listening to the sound of my world falling apart.

I said, giggling so hard I almost dropped my basket, “You’re dramatic Vera, utterly ridiculous.” She swept her tangled hair like it was spun gold. “I deserve the drama, pup. Because I am the drama.” I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” Her laughter faded, though her eyes still glimmered with mischief and in that moment, I remembered the very first time I’d seen her. The memory hit me like an arrow. ______ Snow. Blood and Pain. I had been lying in it, my breath shallow and my body broken. Caelum’s blade still burned through my chest. I had closed my eyes, certain my last breath had left me. The world was dark. My parents gone. My mate…my mate…had killed m

She’s not breathing. “Fuck!” I cry, titling her face. She’s dead. “Yen!” Turning around I see a huge man running into the room he flings me aside picking up the lady carefully sobbing uncontrollably. He must be the Alpha I step back shivering not knowing what to do. The Alpha looks at me, his eyes red and stares gravely at me. “You killed her” He accuses. “No no” I try to explain but he stands up and the look on his face tells me, deciphering will be futile.

Alex, who had been so certain of Ashley's innocence, now stood frozen in disbelief beside me. He looked at me regretfully. "Ivy, I'm sorry. If I had known who she really was, I never would have made her my mate." I shook my head and smiled. "I don't need your apology anymore, Alex." There was a brief flicker in his eyes, but he didn't say another word as he moved to stand beside me. Ashley was pushed to her limit and went completely hysterical. She lunged toward me in a frenzy, but Owen yanked her back.

Ryan and Shadow told them what had happened to them before Ryan was killed. “I can’t believe it. My own sister killed me. I adored her so much.” Jasmin said in a heartbroken tone. “She died, so she must be here.” Ryan told them, but Lucas shook his head. “Evil people are sent to hell. They aren’t given a second chance to live.” He told him. Just like that, the hate between the two alphas died down. They didn’t become friends right away, but at least they weren’t at each other’s throats.

Throwing my head back, through the sobs, I cry, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have believed you. I'm sorry. You were right, and now he's dead. He tried to kill me and now he's dead. I killed him." The next month goes by in a blur, and so does the one after that and the one after that. The pack's reaction to their Alpha being killed was as expected, full of sorrow and promises to find the one who did it. Guards came to my house the morning after the incident had happened and questioned me as I had been seen with the Alpha a few times. I told them I was home sick and that I had not seen him in weeks, and they left, and I sunk back into the house. It cannot be that easy. Alpha Grant had two s

he says. All the breath goes out of him, then. His body is cold and limp in my arms. I finally let out the wracking, shaking, screaming sob that’s been building inside my chest. Caleb, my mate, my love, my Alpha, is dead.