All Chapters of Orphan Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

             Nate had been true to his word. Not only had he given me the location of one of his witch associates, but he had also given me a vehicle so I could meet her without leaving a scent for anyone to follow. My scent essentially ended at the bar. Nate assured me that if anyone came looking, nobody would tell them I had been there or where I had gone. A few days later, I found myself at the compound where his friend lived.            The place was different from the one I had lived in as a child. While there were houses lining the lone street, the place was smaller, with fewer residents. When I had

             I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I called Nate the following day. He had told me there was an underground fighting ring that paid. Someone like me, he said, could make a lot of money betting against myself. A few of the fighters would even pay me to take a dive. They had no qualms getting in the ring with a female. I was an Alpha and my aura was powerful, training before I left the pack had given me the look of a female warrior. I would be someone they would love to boast about beating, Nate had assured me.            The club was set up in an abandoned warehouse. I could smell the faint scent of motor oil under t

             The scent of siren wafted from the little she-wolf that had stepped beside me at the bar. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to probe her mind to find out about the smell. She was at the warehouse to fight. I had tried to warn her that it was a bad idea, but she was sure of herself and didn’t listen. I found her again, ringside, watching the bears fight as she wondered how they ended. I decided she was amusing and began filling her in on the different competitors as they fought. When it was her turn in the ring, I quickly placed a large bet against her, before watching Karl make quick work of her. I couldn’t help cringing as he viciously stomped on her face. The man held an obvious vendetta against the little she-wolf.

             I sat on the barstool glaring at the bartender as Cam spoke to him. I was frustrated and angry, we had no leads on Hannah’s whereabouts, having been to the shifter bar three times in as many weeks. Taylor was mingling with the patrons, showing anyone who would listen the photograph of Hannah we had started carrying.            “Hannah, where are you?” I whispered aloud to myself.            “You know little wolf?” Asked a large blond man standing at t

             “I haven’t been able to get an audience with the King.” Judencia said. “Though I did get confirmation that Hannah is in the palace. The advisor said the King and Queen were reacquainting themselves with their granddaughter and would not be receiving petitioners until she was situated.”            “So, what do we do then?” I asked. “Pyotr was pretty sure she had a vendetta against the King. Not that I give two shits what happens to a werewolf king, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be good for Hannah if she kills him.”