All Chapters of Born For The Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gillow traced the rough lines of the ancient illustration, his fingers brushing over the delicate features of the girl drawn in ink. Her image seemed to breathe life, even on the brittle parchment. The word Moonchild was scrawled beneath it in faded, ornate script. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Her innocence bled through the sketch—pure, untouched, and completely unguarded. She would look perfect beside him in the castle, in his arms, in his bed. But for now, she was exposed, walking in the open without a clue about the danger closing in around her. His jaw tightened as he recalled the boy who she developed a relationship with and her at the restaurant. A growl rumbled low in his throat. It had taken all his restraint not to storm in and tear the boy apart. Gillow’s sharp gaze shifted to the Elder, the long-bearded man standing silently before him. “How much longer must I wait?” The Elder adjusted his grip on his staff. “She is close to graduating. Let her finish school first.

Gillow's eyes lifted to the moon, cold and unblinking, before returning to the lifeless pig before him. His thumb and forefinger circled his lips, and a sharp whistle cut through the still night air. Seconds passed, and the surrounding bushes rustled, signaling the arrival of the hunters. From the shadows emerged a group of about ten — both men and women, towering and muscular, their movements synchronized like wolves on the prowl. At the front of the pack was Karina, her presence commanding but cautious. She stepped forward, bowing her head in respect, though the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air. Gillow's voice, like ice, sliced through the silence. “You did not tell me about her blood.” Karina flinched. “We thought that—” “We?” Gillow's interruption was immediate, his tone sharp. Karina’s heart hammered in her chest. A secret, one that could unravel everything, weighed heavily on her. She knew Gillow, the Alpha, would never tolerate betrayal—especially not involvin

Arda hadn’t bothered to watch the road. She had spent the last thirty minutes crying, her shoulders trembling with every sob. Her cries had quieted now, replaced by a hollow silence. Grief lingered in her downcast eyes as Karina held her close, whispering soft words of encouragement. “It’s going to be okay,” Karina said, her voice steady but gentle. “Don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine.” The words offered a fragile kind of comfort, but they did little to push back the fear gnawing at Arda’s chest. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “They’re so big.” Her eyes flickered nervously toward the men dominating the front seat, their broad shoulders and towering frames making her feel even smaller. “Is the Alpha like them?” The image of the man from the café surfaced in her mind—the hunter she had felt an inexplicable pull toward. He’d been bigger than these men, taller, more commanding. The memory sent a chill through her, and her stomach knotted with dread. Karina hesitated, her arm tighte

Her voice was soft, almost pleading, as she struggled to steady her trembling breaths. “It’s me... your mate. Please, don’t hurt me.” She knew she would say anything to survive the terrifying moment she was trapped in. Arda froze when the sharp pressure at her neck eased. She felt his body go rigid before he slowly withdrew, stepping back and releasing her. His crimson eyes dimmed, fading back to their steely silver. Tears spilled down her cheeks, the weight of relief crashing into her like a wave. Her heart still hammered wildly as she stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was no longer a threat. His expression remained unyielding, but at least he wasn’t lunging at her anymore. “You said I’d be safe here,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “This is the safest place for you,” he replied firmly. Her lips quivered. “Safe? You nearly—” She swallowed hard. “You almost killed me.” “Something inside you stilled my hunger,” he said, his tone unwavering. “And what if it doesn’t

Arda took a few seconds to catch her breath. Afterward, she let herself fall back onto the bed and managed to drift off, her thoughts fading as sleep claimed her once again. She slept deeply, and when she finally woke up, daylight was streaming through the windows. Blinking against the brightness, Arda sat up and glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on an Indian ethnic wall clock that matched the house’s contemporary traditional vintage style. It was 8:07 a.m. She couldn’t believe how peacefully she had slept, given the circumstances. But as full consciousness returned, so did the unpleasant reminder of her current predicament. Reaching for her phone, she saw a missed call from Jacob. Relief mixed with hope flickered through her. Maybe he had an explanation for all this. She still trusted him—at least, she wanted to. She was about to call him back when a knock at the door startled her. Sitting up quickly, she was surprised at the show of courtesy. She had already written off the