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All Chapters of Alpha Loren: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310
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Chapter 89
Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
"Do you hear that?" I whispered, snapping my eyes to Milly. It'd been silent hours. The children thankfully had all gone to sleep and Milly and I were in too much anxiety to speak.
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
I was dragged away from the flames by two of the men, they squeezed me tight and held my wrists and ankles but there were no stakes anymore. My children were safe and I was unphased by their guns and threats. They weren't going to kill
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
Leo pushed Andrea off him and he slumped down onto the floor, his eyes wide open at the night sky and his limbs as still as the air. He didn't blink. His chest didn't rise and fall in breath. There was no beating of a heart inside his r
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
I woke in the soft sheets of my bed, slowly opening my eyes to see Max and Milly sat at my feet. "Hey," Milly said softly, reaching for my hand.
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
"You can't be here," I said at long last. "You have every right to be hesitant," he replied, his voice getting hoarser. "But I won't hurt you. I can't hurt you. I'm dying."
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
A few hours later, Leo and I walked hand in hand through the hospital until we reached the room labelled 'Luca Romano'. He grinned widely as he saw us through the window and started wiggling his legs like an excited child.
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
The Fifth Book in the Alpha Loren Series coming to GoodNovel now! The Rise of the AlphaThere are few things you can do as Alpha of the Stella pack without attracting unwanted attention. Going off the rails months before inheriting the Alphaship isn't one of them.The fate of the Stella pack rested on Cato's shoulders. That's an enormous weight for a sixteen-year-old, and as his seventeenth birthday neared, it grew unbearable. So he turns to drugs and crime, leaving the pack vulnerable to opportunistic enemies.But with trouble bubbling on the horizon and everything at stake, will Cato rise to defeat it? Or will the great Stella pack finally meet its end?
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
PrologueDear reader,Life is a road.Whether we travel it skipping and singing or dragging our feet, we all have a journey to make. Us ordinary people navigate our own way through the maze of junctions and turnings to where we want to be. Some of us get lost along the way, some find other destinations before the right one, but it’s all part of the adventure we call life.Cato Loren’s road was a little different.On the day he was born, it was paved from beginning to end in a straight, untwisting, unwavering line. No exits, no slip lanes, no laybys. Each sign pointed to one destination: becoming Alpha.This doesn’t sound like the makings for a particularly interesting story. A child is born and seventeen years later he becomes an Alpha. That's it, right?If only it could have been that simple…
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
December 19th - six months before Cato becomes AlphaLeo's point of viewIt was past midnight, and the forest was deadly dark. Thick clouds covered the moon, but I had the gravelly snarls of my men and the wretched stench of rogues to follow. As rain fell, I pulled my hood over my head, but the water soaked through, oozing into my clothes and sticking to my skin.“Alpha,” Blair said as I emerged from the forest.A circle of my men in wolf form surrounded six strangers. Their hair was matted, their clothes ripped, and each one shook as my men snarled and growled.“They were found crossing the Northern border,” Blair said, standing next to me and folding his arms, “Rogues for sure.”Terror gripped their faces as rain streamed down their foreheads, dripping from their noses and running over their lips.What a miserable way to die.“Bring one to me.”Blair stepped th
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Alpha Loren/Elle A. H.
June 20th - six months before Cato becomes AlphaElla’s point of view“Stefano, Zacharias!” I shouted across the room, “No fighting in the house!”My two youngest sons, nine and ten years old, were rolling on the carpet, grabbing each other’s shirts. They were dangerously close to the TV, which after an incident involving a baseball bat and an apple, was already the second one we’d had this year.Meanwhile, my youngest child, Ana, screamed her lungs out. She was two years old, the heart of the tantrum phase, and five minutes ago, I dared to suggest bath time.“Mathias, where’s Cato?” I asked over the noise as my second eldest son appeared, grimacing at the chaos.He shrugged and plugged his ears.“Can you shut them up?” he said, “I’m trying to study.”“I’m trying, Mathias,” I said, lifting Ana
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