All Chapters of Once Upon An Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OrionI had doubled our warriors patrolling the border, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. I just felt like I needed to do more. I would do anything to keep her safe, but she was right. I couldn’t lock her away. She had every right to live her life. It is unfair to let my insecurities overshadow her ability to live.I sighed as I slid down the wall in my basement gym. I had been disappearing down here since the intruder. I just needed to get out my pent-up frustration before I did or said anything more that could push my mate further away.We smoothed over a crack, but it felt like at any second, the facade would crumble away. We had been civil, but there was an unspoken elephant in the room every time we were alone. I made an ass of myself when I let myself act like a teenager downing the last of my stash of bourbon, but I felt like I needed to do something. I was going crazy waiting for her to make her way back home.Now I was going crazy just waiti

RoseToo many bodies were crammed into Brigid’s little cabin. There were only two people who had room. Orion paced the floor. He had hastily thrown his hair up in a messy bun with a couple of stray pieces hanging down, framing his face. Brigid was unfazed in her chair.It was hard to move without bumping into another person. It was like we were trying to make a werewolf pyramid on her couch. At any second, I thought it would collapse. It was an Armando sandwich on the bottom tier. Iris and Alastor made up the bread, which left poor Damian to be the meat. Harriet was content as she nuzzled up against Alastor. My options were Damian, Iris, the floor, or standing. Sitting on Damian would only bring the wrath of Orion, and the floor would interrupt my mate’s pacing rhythm. I was about to give up and just lean against the couch; until Iris grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of her.“Oh, come on, Luna. I won’t bite...well, at least not you.” Iris beamed at me before

MattI hesitantly pushed the heavy wooden door open, ready for anything that might come our way. Nothing but stale air with a mix of dust greeted us. I sniffed the air for anything prominent that could give me some clues, but the only thing I could pick up was the faint scent of rogue.“Maybe someone found a key and opened it?” Iris offered as she followed closely behind me. I felt her warm breath tickle the back of my neck. We dropped our bags in the foyer as I peeked around the corner.“Yeah, they just happen to find a random key and then go around to the dozens and dozens of buildings searching for the winner.” I scoffed as we crept down the hall.“Don’t mock me; it was just an idea. Why are we sneaking around? There are no fresh smells lingering.” Iris ignored me as she walked around me. “Let’s just do a sweep of the house and keep on moving. The more we walk around on eggshells, the more creeped out I am going to get. I’m sure this place was lovely w

HarrietThe thought of Matt being held hostage made me completely numb. I would always have a soft spot for Matt. No matter how much he infuriated me or let me down, deep down, I would never forget the boy with the floppy curly hair who looked so lonely staring out of the packhouse window. I remember the first time I really saw him, I was eight. I thought he looked like a sad miniature poodle or something. Whenever I teased him and called him 'poodle,' it brought so much joy to his eyes. He just wanted human interaction. Why couldn't the adults that walked around him see that?Growing up, we always had a pendulum type of relationship. Sometimes we rarely spoke, and sometimes Matt rivaled Rose as my best friend. The older we got, the pendulum seemed to slow drastically. Months ago, I thought that Matt would be my mate, it had felt like the swaying pendulum had finally stopped, but fate had other plans for us. The fire illuminated all the cracks and impurities in our rel

BrigidAt an early age, I knew I was different. It always seemed like I knew a little bit too much for my own good. I would hear these faint whispers that no one else could hear. The whispers always seemed to get me in trouble. Children in the town would refer to me as creepy and torment me whenever they could. Their parents never stopped them because, deep down, I knew that they thought I was bizarre as well. There were very few people who accepted me for me. I took comfort in my sister, my Papa, and my Mama. It was us against the world, a world that found me weird and unnatural.My Mama had light brown hair that she kept cropped right below her ears but always had beautiful finger waves gracing it no matter what her day held. My Papa had tanned skin and rich black hair. My little sister, Aisling, was my little defender, even though she was three years younger than me. She was so sweet, but her personality would flip as soon as someone was cruel to me. We lived on a s