Chapter: 17*******The moon cast its radiant silver rays upon the starry sky, bestowing a gentle glow upon the landscape. The once dark green grass appeared as if it had been transformed from emeralds and diamonds into rubies. A serene breeze swept through the forest clearing, causing the leaves on the trees to sway in harmony, resembling the graceful movements of a ballerina's skirt. The distant melodies of birdsong echoed through the air, as if heavenly creatures had descended upon the forest. Tranquility enveloped the surroundings.However, this peaceful evening was destined to be short-lived. The silence was abruptly shattered by a piercing screech emanating from the bushes. A large figure emerged, seemingly fleeing from an unseen threat. The cacophony startled several small animals, causing them to dart away in fear. Amidst the chaos, a lone fox remained motionless, defying the instinct to flee. Its audacity intrigued the crimson eyes that silently observed from the underbrush.
Chapter: 18********("Are any of you detecting that scent?") Kurt's voice resonated in their consciousness through the link. Tricc couldn't help but wonder how they were all able to detect the scent despite their physical distance from one another. ("Anyone?")The words of their Birth Omega lingered in Tricc's thoughts, echoing like a haunting drumbeat: "When one link dies, the others die." Could it be possible that the one who held their very souls captive was none other than him? It seemed logical, considering their lack of vitality since his rejection. They had struggled to find their place in a world they were destined to dominate, living in constant fear and unease. Their lives had been nothing short of misery since that fateful night. No matter how they tried to downplay it, the profound impact of Dirk's rejection was evident in their daily existence.How could one Lion hold the fate of all six Lycgers in the palm of his hand, effortlessly controlling them as if they were insig
Chapter: 19*******With a loud groan, the man on the bed tossed and turned, abruptly shooting up into a seated position as if jolted by an electric shock. His gaze swept across the room, disoriented as if awakening in an unfamiliar place that was not his own bedroom. His heart pounded in his chest, and beads of sweat streamed down his face, despite the room not being particularly warm. The season wasn't hot, and he had an air conditioner in his room, negating any possibility of feeling overheated. Yet, his face glistened with perspiration, akin to a downpour of rainwater.It felt as though he had emerged from a terrible nightmare, the kind that blurs the line between reality and dreams. What occurred last night was undeniably real, yet a part of him clung to the notion that it was a mere figment of imagination—a horrendous dream. He had come face to face with Seth, but why did Seth look at him like that? It was as if the past eighteen years hadn't happened, as if he hadn't rejected t
Chapter: 20*******A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to snap, "What?!" Bogo stood behind the closed door, responding without entering the room."Your meeting is scheduled for ten, Boss," he informed him calmly. The Boss had been in a foul mood since their return last night, issuing an order that no one should enter his room without permission. Bogo worried for his well-being but understood the need to respect his boundaries. After all, Dirk was their leader, and Bogo was merely his chief bodyguard, someone Dirk trusted with his life. But even Bogo recognized his place. He couldn't deny that the sight of their Boss last night had unsettled him slightly. In all the years he had served by Dirk's side, he had never seen him afraid of anything, not even when surrounded by death and those who sought his demise. Yet, last night, Dirk had been visibly shaken, his voice trembling as he commanded their retreat.What Bogo couldn't comprehend, however, was how the person who
Chapter: 21*******As Dirk absentmindedly scrolled through his emails, his attention was soon captured by a message from an unknown sender. The subject line simply read: 'Remember me?' Intrigued, he tapped on the email and began to read the contents. It was a short message, but its words cut right through him.'Dirk, my love, it's been too long. I can still remember the scent of your skin, the taste of your lips. I can't help but wonder if you still remember me and if you still feel the same. I've missed you, my sweet Alpha.'Dirk's heart sank as he recognized the name at the conclusion of the email. It was a name he had hoped would never resurface: Floridia.Anger and frustration surged within him. How had Floridia managed to locate him after all these years? He had done everything conceivable to erase that chapter of his past, to distance himself from the anguish and heartbreak. Yet, here it was, resurfacing at the most inopportune moment. She had forsaken him and departed with ano
Chapter: 22********Dirk swiftly consumed the liquid in one gulp, prompting Bogo to refill his glass. As he drank, Dirk turned to Pedro, his consigliere, and inquired, "What are your thoughts on their proposal?"Pedro paused, carefully considering Dirk's question before responding, "They appear to be genuine in their intentions. If this partnership materializes, the potential rewards could be substantial. It is not every day that we receive an offer of this magnitude, especially from a reputable organization like Sayrell. It seems they are truly invested in this project, which suggests they are offering something of considerable value."Dirk chuckled, discerning a hint of reservation in Pedro's tone. "Yet, you do not seem overly enthusiastic about it."Pedro raised his glass, offering a subtle gesture of contemplation. "I am merely being cautious, boss. While the idea intrigues me, I also value practicality. Sayrell's proposal strikes me as ambitious, and I wonder about the feasibili
Chapter: 23********Dirk arrived at the mansion of Southingfield's corrupt politician, Dante Klien. Their relationship was built on a favor Dirk had done for Dante, ensuring his escape from imprisonment and securing his position as the Mayor of Southingfield. In return, Dante had promised to pay a substantial sum for Dirk's protection.However, weeks had passed, and Dante had failed to fulfill his end of the bargain. His newfound power as the mayor had filled him with a sense of pride, blinding him to the debt he owed to the man who had put him in that position. Dirk's patience had worn thin, and he decided it was time to remind Dante of his place.Dirk carried his trusty walking cane, crafted from solid hardwood. It symbolized power and authority. His intention was clear—either Dante would pay his debt or suffer the consequences.As Dirk stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, his eyes scanned the lavish surroundings. Gilded chandeliers cast a warm glow over the opulent d
Chapter: 24********The grand ballroom of the prestigious New Dodgeborough hotel bustled with activity as the city's annual event was set to commence. The room was adorned with magnificent decorations, and sparkling chandeliers casting a warm glow over the attendees. The air was thick with anticipation as prominent figures from various sectors of society mingled, their conversations filled with whispers of political intrigue and power plays.Dirk, dressed immaculately in a tailored suit, made his entrance into the ballroom alongside Bogo and Pedro who had arrived even before they did. Heads turned in his direction, and whispers of his name rippled through the crowd. As the Boss, his presence commanded attention and respect, even in the midst of the city's elite.The council members, aware of Dirk's request, had arranged for a press conference to be held during the event. The stage was set, microphones at the ready, and a backdrop displaying the seal of New Dodgeborough. The anticipat
Dear readers, Thank you all for embarking on this adventure with me. Sharing this experience with you has been truly wonderful and enjoyable. Your readership, comments, and votes on this book mean the world to me. As we reach the end of "ALPHAS’ PRIDE MATE: The Pride Who Goes Into Heat," I sincerely hope you've savored reading it as much as I relished writing it. Up next in "The Shifter Saga" is the compelling tale of Talon and Altair. If you wish to delve into their journey, don't miss the next book in our series, "UNVEILING THE VAMPIRE'S OMEGA: Bound By Blood Freed By Love." I look forward to reuniting with you on that adventure. Take care and thank you immensely. Warm regards, AlphaKelly
Dirk cradled his son in his arms, sprinting back to the Pack, the distant howls of his mates fading into the background. His mind was ablaze with fury, his son's body hanging limply as if he had transformed into mere paper within his grasp. Doubts gnawed at him — had he erred by casting Talon into the sea? Could this impulsive act have dire consequences for his son's well-being? If Altair was truly the Spirit Wolf responsible for marking Talon, did this mean that hurling Talon into the unforgiving depths would irrevocably impact the life of his only child? As he laid the boy on the bed, Caleb and Phoenix swiftly attended to him. While running, Dirk had summoned them, relieved to find them awaiting his arrival upon reaching the Pack. It wasn't Dirk's call that initially alerted them to the crisis, but rather little Bryn's confession to Phoenix. "I untied the strings on Talon's bedroom door," the tearful girl murmured, her distress evident. "I'm so sorry!" Her plea tugged at Phoen
TALON **** Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me. How could I have mercilessly attacked Dirk? I couldn't explain the overwhelming impulse that drove me. The desire to connect with what he possessed consumed me. Did that make me insane? Powerless? A maniac, perhaps. I endured the consequences, tormenting myself night after night. I yearned to reverse time, but it was an irreversible deed. I had to bear the burden for the rest of my days. I had committed a shameful act, sowing seeds of hatred in the hearts of those who professed to love
Altair sat at his favorite spot by the little pond, feeding the fishes gathered around his feet. They nipped on the bread, tickling him and eliciting laughter. He cherished these tiny companions, finding solace in their company when his parents were absent after his school days. While he longed for his parents, he understood the demands of their work. His eighth birthday was approaching, and he anticipated it eagerly. Turning eight meant training with the older children, a prospect that excited him. He yearned to build his strength to confront the boys who often taunted him. Running out of bread, he gazed at his swimming friends with a smile. "You've finished it all. Now, I must attend to my homework!" he exclaimed to the fishes, rising from his seated position by the pond. After brushing off his pants, he hurried through the garden towards the manor as the evening descended, mindful of completing his tasks before dinner. "Altair!" Bryn's voice called out as she spotted him a
Chapter: 94 ******* "What's wrong?" they asked, their faces etched with concern. "I-I... ahh!" He cried out in pain. "Does it hurt?" Tricc inquired, placing a hand on his stomach. Dirk nodded frantically, the pain intensifying. "Okay, we need to go," Tricc declared, swiftly lifting Dirk as if he weighed nothing and hastening to the car, with Seth and Kurt keeping pace beside them. The journey back to the Pack's hospital was frantic, each of Dirk's cries piercing their hearts. The sudden onset of pain and distress, with the baby not expected for another three days and a necessary operation looming, left the Lycgers bewildered. Upon reaching the hospital, Tricc once more cradled their nearly unconscious mate, rushing into the lobby as Seth and Kurt urgently called for Dr. Creiff. Responding to the urgency in their voices, Dr. Creiff quickly appeared, assessing Dirk's condition with a touch to his forehead and recoiling at the heat emanating from the Lion. "What's ha
Chapter: 93 ******** "Where are we going?" Dirk inquired, repeating the question for the fourth time that evening. They had been en route for nearly an hour. It was a Saturday, and he was reluctant to leave the comfort of his bed. Each movement felt like a heavy burden on his legs. Anticipation for the arrival of the baby was high; he longed for a moment of respite. Thoughts of Talon had consumed him since his birthday morning. Although he hadn't laid eyes on the boy since updates on his well-being were frequent. Talon seemed to be adjusting to the daily spoonful of blood. However, as Dirk entered his final month, the looming question emerged: would he still be able to provide a refill once the last bottle ran dry? Nonetheless, arrangements had been made with his mates. They had prepared additional bottles, preserved by Tircc's spells. The issue now lay in the duration these bottles would last before a permanent solution could be found. The precious little angel didn't deserve
Chapter: 92 ******* The Lycgers swiftly assisted their mate to his feet and guided him towards a plush sofa, ensuring he sat comfortably as Tricc tended to the wound inflicted by the boy. "Shall I contact Creiff?" Seth inquired, receiving a confirming nod from Kurt. "We must ascertain the well-being of the child," Tricc added. "How did you get this?!" Phoenix's voice pierced the room, drawing all present gazes towards the boy, now resting limply in Caleb's grasp, while Phoenix scrutinized the mark on his arm. "Talon, can you hear me?" he questioned, but the boy seemed detached from his surroundings. The Lycgers approached to witness the scene, their gasps echoing as they beheld the glowing crimson mark encircling Talon's left forearm, extending to his elbow—the root of it all was a perfectly imprinted mark. "The mark of the Spirit wolf," Tricc whispered, prompting puzzled glances from his brothers, who momentarily forgot his extraordinary abilities. "But how?" Tricc
Chapter: 91******The room was shrugged in darkness, the only light coming from the dim fire that crackled from the furnaces, creating a cozy heat that settled around the body of the young child on the bed. A soft breeze swept through the room and the scent of fresh flowers wafted through the air. The sounds of distant laughter, chirping birds, and the gentle clinking of bottles from outside his opened windows were all heard by Talon. He was no baby, and no matter how much they tried to keep it away, he knew his mother had died. Someone had killed her, and stolen the only family he had left in this world. While his mother had shared tales of his Uncle Dirk, he had never felt close to this unknown relative until he was brought to this household two months ago. Although the pack house is filled with warmth, and a family bond grows amongst all who live within the Estate still, Talon feels lost and unwanted in this place. Despite the kind efforts of those around him to make him feel at
Chapter: 90*******"Andrew who?" Dirk questioned, seeking clarification. Seth took a deep breath and gently held Dirk's hand, speaking softly. "Andrew and I were in a relationship for a while. We met in unusual circumstances and developed feelings for each other. I made it clear that I was mated, even though I hadn't found you yet. Andrew promised to leave once we found you, but he struggled to let go because he had fallen deeply for me..." Dirk's expression darkened as he listened, his gaze locked on Seth's. "I don't want to hear about your exes. It's been a painful experience dealing with them in the past. Please, just tell me how he found Talon and brought him back to us," Dirk requested, trying to hold back tears as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Seth felt a pang of regret in his chest and nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry. For everything," he apologized, his voice heavy with remorse. Tears streamed down Dirk's face, his lips trembling. "Damn," he muttered, feelin