Chapter: 9*******The frigid night pursued him relentlessly as he stumbled deeper into the dense forest. With each step becoming increasingly desperate. Tears streamed down his face, obscuring his vision. Determined to keep running despite the ache in his feet and the anguish in his heart, he pressed on. The fire within him consumed his body, leaving no room for rest. He yearned to vanish, to avoid ever having to confront them again. The sight of their pain, their tears, haunted him—they were his mates, and he had betrayed them. As he raced through the woods, their pleas echoed in his mind, reminding him of the pain he had inflicted on them. The blood staining the ground, their Moon markings that he had stolen, the magnitude of his rejection weighed heavily on his conscience. How could he ever face them again? What words could justify the harm he had caused to his other halves? Overwhelmed with emotion, he collapsed for a brief moment, clutching his chest and fighting for breath. H
Chapter: 10*******There was a prolonged silence before Dirk finally spoke, his voice filled with concern. "What is the condition of my leg?" he asked, his arms now free as he sat up slowly. His gaze fell upon his legs, and his eyes widened in shock. The left leg was severely swollen, causing his heart to skip a beat. The other leg had minor scratches and swelling, but the damage to his left leg was far worse. The kneecap had been shattered, revealing a gaping hole through which he could see the bones. The stench emanating from the injury was repugnant, and the pain was excruciating. Memories of the fall flooded his mind, and he fought back tears, whimpering softly as he lay back down.The woman's expression turned sympathetic as she frowned. "I apologize, young one," she murmured. "Are you a human?" she asked."No. I am a Pride," Dirk confessed, revealing his true nature to her. She was the first to learn of this in Qiemont. He noticed her raised eyebrow, clearly intrigued by his re
Chapter: 11*******Vincent sat solemnly at the edge of the cell, his gaze fixed upon the floor. Despite his tall stature, he appeared diminished as he huddled in the corner. Once, his white suit and striped shirt would have been considered pristine, complementing his dark brown hair. However, now they were marred by bloodstains, rendering him almost ghastly in appearance. A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, staining one side of his face. His green eyes, striking against his pale features, briefly met Dirk's before darting back to the wall, a feeble attempt to appear indifferent. Dirk observed him in silence, his frown deepening as he assessed the man's wretched state.Without a word, Dirk entered the cell, startling Vincent, who trembled at his sudden presence. Vincent instinctively moved away, as if hoping to dissolve into the walls behind him. Dirk's frown persisted, but he remained silent, taking a moment to study Vincent's desperate countenance. Their eyes briefly connected
Chapter: 12*******Seth stood confidently in the center of an expansive hall, encircled by six distinguished tycoons clad in impeccable black suits. As his thriving business demanded, it was crucial for him to maintain their trust. Fresh consignments had recently arrived at the port, and as the sole distributor, Seth had convened this meeting with the six tycoons to communicate the precise arrival dates for each individual's shipment at their respective warehouses. Known for his unwavering control and intimidating presence as the Boss, Seth had always been meticulous in concealing any vulnerabilities, even from Andrew. Granting leverage to anyone was an unthinkable risk. The only individuals capable of affecting him profoundly were his siblings, his father, and Birth Omega.However, an unexpected development had managed to unsettle Seth, creating an uncomfortable distraction. Not since the day he encountered Andrew at the bar four years ago had anyone caused him such distress. Yet, h
Chapter: 13********The atmosphere surrounding the compound grew heavy as Seth sat in the car, patiently awaiting the return of his men. The operation was intended to be swift: infiltrate the premises, rescue Vincent, and swiftly withdraw. However, as the volume of gunfire escalated, Seth realized he had to take action. Stepping out of the vehicle, he prepared himself, drawing his gun from its holster and keeping a vigilant eye out for any potential threats. Two of his men made eye contact with him as they emerged from their vehicles and met him halfway toward the gates of the building. The gates swung open, revealing three figures, each armed and ready, as they entered through the gateway. At that moment, a distinctly familiar scent permeated the air, invading Seth's senses and nearly causing his legs to buckle under him. His men were too distant to hear his gasp or witness the tears welling up in his eyes as he stood there, absorbing the scent.With each breath he took, he seemed t
Chapter: 14********A satisfied smile graced the man's face as he stood on his balcony, leaning against the railings with one hand while delicately holding a glass of wine in the other. The imposing gates of his villa slowly slid shut as a sleek black car glided into the premises. His gaze focused intently as the car approached, coming to a halt just moments later. Blaine, his loyal aide, promptly emerged from the vehicle and hurried to the passenger side, opening the door with urgency. The man straightened his posture, anticipation evident, as he caught sight of his esteemed guest stepping out, his signature grin adorning his face. This was a moment he had eagerly awaited since their chance encounter at the charity gala. Erik had proven to be a worthy challenge, requiring two weeks of diligent effort to uncover his address. Determined to captivate him, the man had gone the extra mile, showering Erik with flowers and lavish gifts, confident that their paths would inevitably converge.
Chapter: 15******Kurt's gaze shifted downward, avoiding direct eye contact with the captivating man standing before him. It was evident that Kurt harbored a strong desire in that moment, and if Erik were to be honest with himself, he couldn't deny that he felt the same. In a slightly strained voice, Kurt spoke, "I... I offer my deepest condolences for your loss."Erik let out a sigh, his voice tinged with sorrow. "There is no need for apologies," he replied. "Though it happened long ago, the pain feels as fresh as if it occurred mere minutes ago. Each of us experiences loss in different ways, some less severe but painful."Before further discussion could unfold, a servant's presence was announced with a resonant greeting, leading them to the elegantly appointed sitting room. Adorned with pristine white furniture, the room boasted a grand mahogany table against a wall painted in a soft shade of white, with a delicate crystal chandelier suspended above it. The warm hues and drawn cur
Chapter: 16********As their passion continued to ignite, Kurt and Erik became lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room filled with their intertwined moans and gasps, the atmosphere heavy with desire and the scent of their arousal. Kurt's hands explored Erik's body, tracing the contours of his muscles and evoking pleasurable shivers.Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, Erik fully surrendered himself to Kurt's touch. His body arched off the bed, craving more of the exquisite friction that Kurt provided. Their kisses grew more urgent, their insatiable hunger for each other driving them forward.With a fluid motion, Kurt maneuvered Erik onto his back, assuming a dominant position. He gently nipped at Erik's neck, not enough to cause harm, but enough to elicit cries of bliss. At that moment, they both understood the profound connection they shared. It surpassed mere physical desire; it was a merging of souls, a union between two individuals who had fou
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