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Reclaiming my Fated Alpha FIFTY EIGHT
LAUREL’s POV Marty. I had put so much hope in the past being the past but it seems that I am beset with problems, they never seem to stop. I rub at my temple and wave Rhode away. “Tell him I will meet him at the meeting room in the town hall.” A worried Rhode bows and retreats. Then, slamming the door shut, I quickly take out the tiny bottle from my pocket and pop Doctor Ramoth’s pill into my mouth, swallowing it dry. It is my last pill, I will have to pay him a visit later for more supply. The effect is immediate and I feel the cramps in my stomach lessen. I inhale deeply and palm my belly, whispering an apology to my unborn child, “As soon as mummy gets rid of Marty, you can have your fill.” It is my desire to talk Marty out of this whole charade of me being his mate. He and I both know who his fated mate is; Jamie. I frown as I pull my jacket tighter around me and step out of the chamber. The guards immediately stand erect and give me a salute. These are the guards who stood g
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha FIFTY NINE
LAUREL’s POV “Stop.” A voice speaks and the hands that were tearing at my blouse, violating me quickly stop and drop to their sides. I blink away my tears to see an outline of someone moving towards us. It is only an outline but the voice that spoke sounded devoid of life. The shadow pauses. The person finally steps out of the shadows and my heart all but stops a beat. Jamie. Never in my life have ever been so happy to see her. She is green from head to toe and naked as a newborn but she walks seemingly without shame. “What are you doing here?” Marty whirls around and growls at her. “Is this how you treat your one true mate?” Jamie asks him again, her voice remains flat and monotone. “It’s none of your concern woman. Leave before I whip you again.” Jamie considers her answer for ages. “No.” Then, she looks in my direction and directs the question to Marty bitterly, “Are you trying to fuck her?” Marty loses his patience and slaps her across the face. But to my surprise, Jamie
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY
LAUREL’s POVIn the darkened room, I stand guard against the door with the stool in my hands.But Marty does not come. No one comes.One day passes, and then the next and by the third…at least I think it is the third, I am weakened from starvation and severe dehydration.And just when I think I will die in this Goddess-forsaken room, a knock comes at the door.“I’m coming in, darling.”Whatever is left in my blood freezes. He is here. My hands grip the legs of the stool and with all my strength, I lift it above my head, ready to strike Marty when he enters.There is a single click on the door and it swings open with a bang. Light from the hallway pours in, momentarily blinding me.“Did you miss me?” his voice rings out and I run forward to smash the stool on his head, hoping to distract him enough for me to run. Surprisingly, Marty does not dodge. He must
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY ONE
HELIOS’ POV SOMETIME BEFORE HIS ‘DEATH’ “Alpha, we’re lost,” Ares reports as he cuts down the branches of trees and wild bushes that block our path. A frown fleets across my face and I stare down at the pendant that hangs off a golden chain around my neck. “We’re getting closer.” Ares comes to an abrupt stop in front of me and turns around, pouting. “I don’t think so.” I cock my head to look past him. “No, we’re not...ohh….” I stare ahead to see the broken branches ahead of us. Ares is right, we are going around in circles. My grip on the pendant becomes tighter and a look of pure disgust fills my face. “Then why is it shining so brightly? She has to be near.” The pendant pulsates a dull red, I can even feel it’s phantom hum. Once, as a child, before mother met her mate, I had asked to play with her pendant to which father said no. And when I started to cry, he had picked me up, sat me on his lap and began to tell me a story, “Son, this pendant that I gave your mother is very sp
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY TWO
HELIOS’ POV I had waited for this moment all my life. Every time the full moon came to torture me, I would curse her name. And with every single waking moment, I would plot how to take her life, in return for robbing father’s. I had lived for this moment, I had lived to avenge father and all that I held dear. With my strength and speed, I should have been able to kill her in a blink of an eye. It should have been easy. But not once did I expect it to be this hard. Even after all the pain she had caused, a part of me, my inner child still longs for his mother. She stares back at me in the rain. It is up to me to make a conversation. “I have come to kill you,” I say. Not exactly a heartwarming greeting. She merely nods. “I know.” Lightning cracks once more but she remains standing motionlessly in the rain. Why is she not getting ready to fight? I raise an eyebrow. “Did you leave the pendant at Crimsonhill on purpose?” She nods again. She smiles a little and poses a question of he
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY THREE
HELIOS’ POV The sun burns bright on our journey home; a stark contrast to the torrent of rain from the night before. I let out a howl that echoes all around the forest as I tear through the woods and trees. I do not know whether it is out of frustration or discontent, but one thing I do know; it feels liberating to let everything out, as if I am letting go of the past and running towards my future. Ares’ wolf follows closely from behind. He asks through our mind link, “So…um..how are you feeling?” He is trying to cheer me up but I would rather he keep his mouth shut. Giving him a side glance, I shoot daggers out of my eyes and Ares quickly shrinks back a few paces. We continue running through the forest, wild and free, back to the way we had come from. We are going home. “Alpha, should we shift back? We’re almost at the border. It’ll be awkward if we shift right at the gates of the pack. Everyone will stare at our assets,” Ares begins again and I have to roll my eyes to which Are
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY FOUR
HELIOS’ POV“Yukon!” I call out in a hoarse whisper as he walks away and his rogues close in on me.He pauses. “Yes?”“It’s…not over.”“For you, it is,” he laughs mockingly. Someone smacks my head with a rock and my vision darkens. But right before I lose consciousness, I see Yukon turn towards where Ares is now pinned down. He fights valiantly, throwing them off him only to have more clamour on him.Too late I realize what Yukon plans to do. He raises the dagger over his head and lets it fly.The dagger hits Ares. No, my Gamma, my friend….“Ares….”And then I know no more.*****My eyes open to see a labyrinth of smoke filling the night sky and the first thought that crosses my mind is, “I’m alive.”But not for long.I am lying on my back with a
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SIXTY FIVE
HELIOS’ POV When I was young, my father taught me many things. But the one thing that I embody the most is this; Until you are home, leave no man behind. Father's teaching was simple and clear, it is the basic principle that I have engraved in both my heart and soul. In battle and on foreign soil, I, the Alpha of Morningstar am to take care of my pack. I am not to be concerned with my own welfare, but only on the welfare of my fellow warriors. “We are a pack that looks after its own in every way. Those who stand by you are your family and it is my hope that you, my son will never leave your men’s side when the time comes.” Those were the very words father told me the day before he died. I still remember them. It is easier said than done though. Especially with Ares. He is heavy. And he is drooling all over my chest. “We should just dump him here,” Apollo suggests. I grunt. “It's not funny.” “I'm serious, I've never met anyone who drools as much as he does,” my wolf points out.
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Reclaiming my Fated Alpha EIGHTY ONE (THE END)
HELIOS’ POVI should be fading into nothingness, I should be dying. But somehow I am not.Pain, red searing pain and a darkened cloud of confusion swim around me, but through all this, I feel the touch of an angel. I feel something warm and moist touch my lips.It tastes like blood; extremely sweet blood. So sweet that my lips begin to suck feverishly on it. I have tasted this blood before, many moons ago in my chamber but for some reason, I cannot remember how I tasted it before. Was it when I was in my beastial form?The flow of blood that has been steadily dripping from my throat finally begins to slow. At first, I think it is because my body is running out of blood, but then I realize I am healing, which should be impossible with a gaping hole in my chest. Yet, after a few moments, my vision clears and my heartbeat begins to grow stronger.I open my eyes.Laurel lies beside me. And she is feeding me her own blood through her wrist.A smile touches my lips and for a moment, I think
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha EIGHTY
LAUREL’s POV My wrist snaps and a cry of excruciating pain escapes my lips. And as if the Sorceress is an advocate for tortures, she twists my arm to an almost breaking point and forces me to my knees. The Sorceress towers over me, still holding onto my arm but surprisingly, her has changed into one of gentleness. “Does it hurt?” she asks. I grimace. “Yes.” She smiles and breaks my arms as well. All at once, a tsunami of pain shoots up my body and I let out a scream. She releases me the next instant and I fall to the ground, cradling my broken arm and wrist. But it does not take long before I begin to heal. The presence of the black mist within me no doubt speeds up the process. But there is a pain beyond the physical one. A pain that has pierced my heart and soul as I look up into the eyes of the Sorceress. The eyes of the woman who calls me her child. “Do you still not know who I am?” she asks once more. She reaches out to stroke my head. “You look so much like your father, Lau
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY NINE
LAUREL’s POVThe Sorceress stands and stares at me. Her eyes are so dark. As dark as the –“Black mist?” the Sorceress answers for me and I go completely numb. Seeing my reaction, the Sorceress throws her head back and laughs. “Do you know where this power of yours comes from?”I think back to the frayed papyrus that lies within the underground archive of Morningstar and I remember the story. It was exactly the same as my recurring dream. Only, the written words on the papyrus went on to further describe the catalystic events that soon followed...‘The day came when the Alpha King could finally no longer live with the insanity.“Oh Great Moon Goddess, please forgive me for my sins. Please stop this madness from spreading,” he begged.And the Moon Goddess came, she stood in front of the Alpha King, radiant like the full moon.
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY EIGHT
LAUREL’s POV I hurry along the broken path of the Dark Forest, following the scent of the man who had recently walked before me. The scent of the man I love, Helios Morningstar. And as the western sky turns to a dull orange, I pick up my pace. I have an inkling something has gone wrong. Many steps later, the full moon starts to rise in the east, touching the top of the barren trees with a silver, haunting glow. The branches sway in the breeze, as if shaking their heads and saying, “No, Laurel, you must not go.” I reach a stream, one that I have never seen before and notice that it flows red. Blood. But whose? I frown and am just about to kneel and check it out when I hear footsteps. Panicked and urgent ones. Their scents are familiar and in an instant, I am back up on my feet to see two figures pushing past the dead branches and stumbling towards me. “Ares! Diego!” I call out. Relief washes over me like a tsunami, Ares is alive! “Laurel!” Ares cried out, pushing Diego out of the
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY SEVEN
HELIOS’ POV“You lie,” the Sorceress says, her voice flat and her eyes dark. She drops the fork back onto her plate with a little clink and spits out a piece of the cut-out heart. Jamie’s lifeless form continues to stare at us through the sockets of her now glassy eyes.“Maybe you didn’t season it with salt and pepper.” My hand goes to the doorknob only to find it locking itself. In an instant, all the windows slam shut. The chandelier disappears, as do the grand staircase and black and white marbled floor. And now, in its place is a dilapidated hut with a tiny flame that floats in the air.I see skeletons scattered everywhere, skeletons of all her past victims carelessly strewn all over the floor.Truly, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.“I thought we were of the same mind, Helios. I thought we could be friends. But it seems like this will never happen and for lyi
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY SIX
HELIOS’ POVWe step into the Dark Forest as the last rays of the sun touch the face of the earth. Jamie hugs herself and looks around nervously. As does Diego.“Alpha Helios, why are we here?” Jamie asks, her teeth chattering nervously. She is all dolled up and dressed in a beautiful lime green dress that flows like the gentle breeze on a midsummer’s night. But there is nothing elegant about the way she carries herself. Not with the chain that binds her around the neck.I turn my head over my shoulder and stare at her shivering form but I do not reply her. Diego tugs at the chain that binds her and she stumbles a little before she manages to find her footing once more.“Did you bring me here to kill me? But we’re mates, Alpha Helios. You are my second chance mate!” she demands.At her words, Diego shoots me a look before quickly averting his gaze and trudging deeper into the f
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY FIVE
LAUREL’s POV Helios holds my hand as we walk along the dazzling clear river bank at the valley. My hand disappears in his large one and I am grateful for the warmth that he gives me. A squirrel hops along the river bank, stopping for a second to look at us before quickly hopping away. “How did you run so fast?” Helios finally asks. I stop in my tracks and Helios turns his head slightly to study my face. I slip out of my shoe and rub my feet against the prickly grass, unsure of how to explain myself. The reasons are unclear in my own mind. Helios shifts his body and takes my other hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Is it your wolf?” “Daphne is…” “Different?” “Yes.” “How so?” My tone is cautious. I do not want to end up sounding like some mad woman who has lost her mind. “I’m not entirely sure but I think it has something to do with the way I found her in the woods.” “In the woods?” “Yes. She was in the form of the black mist, like the one that took Helen’s life at the
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY FOUR
LAUREL’s POVI awake with a bolt and a pounding heart from a nightmare. But as it is the case with many bad dreams, I cannot remember much of them. Except for the screaming.And a figure cloaked in black pointing a finger at me.“Laurel?” Helios is instantly by my side, holding me protectively in his arms and that is when I realize that the screaming came from me. I had been screaming in my sleep.“Are you alright?” he cups my face and wipes away the beads of sweat that have gathered on my forehead. I blink, feeling my chest heave up and down, drawing in deep burning breaths that do little to warm the cold that has seeped into me. I frown. The cloaked figure in my dream had said something…but for the life of me, I simply cannot recall what she said.Wait. She. How do I know it was a she?“Laurel?” Helios calls out again and I look into his worried eyes. “Yo
Reclaiming my Fated Alpha SEVENTY THREE
HELIOS’ POV HOURS BEFORE THE MATE BOND TAKES PLACE AND SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE THE PRISONERS’ CELLS “I swear! I’m telling the truth! I swear on the Goddess’ name!” Jamie cries as she hangs from two metal chains. Her feet dangle precariously away from a pool of molten lava. I had tried to be nice to her, I had given her the chance to confess her crime. But she chose to deceive me. “You don’t think I would truly believe a word that you said did you?” I ask and tip my head at one of my warriors, He lowers the chain and an agonizing scream tears through the torture chamber. Jamie is lowered to but an inch away from the bubbling lava that threatens to turn her now beautiful legs into black-cindered stumps. She cries, shaking her head desperately, “I….I swear. I saved Laurel. I was the one who killed Marty! Is this how you treat a saviour? You should be thanking me! Laurel is alive because of me!” I sigh. I have had enough of her theatrics. With a hand, I motion for my warrior to bring
