All Chapters of Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Kane's POV We keep talking in circles, trying to find a solution to the problems we’re facing. After two hours, I call it quits. There's no quick fix, none that I can see right now anyway. “We’re getting nowhere. Let’s put it aside for a few days.” “No, but--” “Yes. Sometimes, when you stop focusing on a problem so much, a solution presents itself.” I get up and take our dishes to the kitchen. I hear Adare’s cries while I scrape food into the compost bin, but he stops crying a few seconds later, and Willow’s soft voice floats toward me. Humming softly to myself, I putter around the kichen, doing nothing much really, apart from keeping my hands busy. “Kane!” Willow squeals so suddenly that I drop the glass I was about to rinse. It shatters in the sink, along with my nerves. Now what? Cussing inwardly, I run to the bedroom. “What is it?” She’s standing by the window, slowly rocking from side to side while she nurses Adare. “Look.” Frowning, I join her by the window and look out o

The snow that enchanted me so much on the first day, now just annoys me. It was a long, brutal winter, and there were no signs that it would let up any time soon. Some days, we couldn’t even get out of the castle, because the snow reached halfway up the doors. “I haven’t seen anything like it since I was a pup,” Kane said one afternoon while we watched Adare trying to roll over onto his stomach. “Still, it’s nice to be with my family for once.” He was right. There was a kind of peace that settled over the castle, and everyone was more at ease. After all, if we couldn’t leave, no one could get in, so it looked like the war was put on hold for the time being. But it also meant my mother was stuck here, and she used every excuse she could to get close to us. I tried my best to stay away from her, but she had the uncanny ability to find me the moment I set foot outside our apartment. Every other day, Patrick and Mina visited us, and every afternoon Tully would join us as soon as she was

Kane's POV It’s a long night. Minutes after the news report aired, I start to get calls from angry Alphas and worried council members, even a few witches and a handful of other supernaturals. Our reprieve is over. All I had to do these last few months was to check in on our businesses, but Patrick is a fast learner, and all I need to do these days is go over contracts to sign them, or take the occasional call from a business partner who doesn’t want to deal with anyone else but me. Facing reality is worse than I thought it would be. I became comfortable and complacent, and I fooled myself into believing that it would last forever. Most of the night, Willow sits with me, offering little pearls of wisdom, but at some point, she drifts off to sleep again. I don’t blame her. I’d go back to sleep too if I could. I cover her with a blanket and start to make my own preparations. I go to my office with the baby monitor, and start to write letters. We’ll do this the old-fashioned way beca

Kane's POV I don’t move from my seat. All I can do is sit here and hold my head, feeling sorry for myself. No one says anything else, not even Willow, which has to be some kind of miracle. The world outside my own head dims to nothingness as I get caught up in my own thoughts and emotions. Goddess, how I wish I could tear my feelings out and hurl them back into the pits, feed them to the soul reapers. The dark creatures should enjoy it, and right I don't want it anyway. At some point someone, I think it’s Jackson, pushes a bottle of water into my hands that are dangling limply between my knees. Without looking up, I take the water but don’t drink any of it even though my throat aches and burns. It wasn’t just all the talking that fucked me up. It was the oaths. Doing that many at once is mentally and emotionally draining. If any of the wolves die, and some of them will die, all four of us will feel their deaths. “You should go,” Willow says. It sounds very much like an order. Fina

“Willow,” someone whispers in my ear and wipes hair from my face. Groggy and confused, my heart beats wildly in my chest as I battle to open my eyes. “No, daddy, please, not tonight,” I say. “It’s me,” Kane says in his calm, comforting voice. I manage to drag my eyelids apart and look up at my mate who is trying to hold on to a squirming baby. In an instant, the anxiety lifts, but it takes a while for my heart to slow back down. “I’m sorry,” I mumble. “No need to be sorry,” he says. “Bad dream?” “I don’t know,” I yawn and push myself upright. “Is he hungry?” “Yes, but I’ll try the bottle again.” “Still won’t take it, huh?” “Hm-hm.” “Give him here, it’s fine.” Kane hands Adare over to me, and the baby hungrily goes for my breast. “I think it’s time to start him on solids.” “Not until six months,” I say. “Reading about human babies again?” “It’s not like there’s a parenting manual for werewolf babies.” He laughs and climbs over me to his side of the bed. “We don’t need one,