All Chapters of He's Not the Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stare through the window, my fear palable. My baby is lying against the bed snoozing the day away while I'm terrfied. This isn't what mother's are supposed to do. I should be cuddling, playing with my newborn, not rooted to a window, feeling as if I've been shackled to the room for eternity. The scarity of wolves around does nothing to to calm my nerves. I was back. That's the only thing that mattered. I was back and I didn't want to be. Not here. Anywhere but here. A hand descends against my shoulder and I spin, finding Grayson. I can't shake the expectation of terror that has taken over my body, my senses. At any moment I'm looking to see someone, anyone, an omega bardging in with soap and mops, pans and bottle ordering me or telling me to get to work.This was a nightmare, one I've just awakened to, cause even though a baby lies on the bed only arms length away from me, my freedom felt like a dream and I've woken up to the nightmare. Grayson hands inches away from me, he seems

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT Back to the mops again. It's laughable. I hurry my way through the bustling crowd, wolves lay about, doctor and apprentices rushing to attend to their patients. I've never seen the camp in this state, chaotic, disorganized, mournful. As more and more wounded soldiers pile into the camp, the testosterone levels only become heightened, like the brawling wolf I was currently faced with.There's a crowd of injured men sprinkled with women, some cheering others booing the two idiots that were currently throwing fists over idiocracy. Does it really matter who lost which limb? Shouldn't they all be happy they were still alive?! Damn barbarians. "What are you looking at? " A long beard hissed at me. "Get moving, you smelly slob. " My feet ushers me off, not bothering to vindicate him with an answer and I rush in locking the door as I got to work on the floor. I find consolation in my scrubbing, ignoring my tattered reflection staring back, knee caps burning as they an

ALPHAGRAYSON"Everyone is tired and injured. Noone is motivated to continue fight. We can send for reinforcements from the Regency" "No" I shake my head. This fight wasn't for my men and I wouldn't put them in a situation where they couldn't come out alive. "I can't risk leaving it to an invasion. It's the one strong hold we have left" "Then you've subjected us to our doom" the soilder says walking out the tent. Alpha Blaze and the other Alpha's were the ones that set out on this ludacris crusade of theirs. They didn't plan for things properly, make plans for the long haul should things not go the way the wanted. They didn't expect the humans would put up this much resistance and now all all waist deep in shit and blood. Wolves lay left and right injured, every one mourning the loss of something. A limb, a friend, the sweet solace of quiteness. Alpha Xavier waged war for years. He had all of us to rally his troop and fullfil his wishes. But now years later we were all shells of o

I take a deep breath, lifting myself on trembling legs as I begin to gather my things. I only require a small bag, something that will leave me inconspicious. There's too much going on right now to even mention anything to anyone. I was alone, no friends, no ali's no partner. I only gather what I need now, a fresh pair of undergarment, a dress, a bra is optionable. But that's it. I have no money, can't take any meat to barter with, but I know in order to keep Tyler fed, I have to eat well. I stow away my small bag in time when Grayson walks through the door. I don't meet his eyes, turning away to gaze out the window. Clothes fall to the ground, and I reminsce in the happier days when I used to peek at him bathing at the stream. Tears burn my eyes, I was so adamant we wouldn't work out, yet here we are, fighting, being crazy parents, not having a clue if what we're doing was right or wrong.Grayson stands behind me, the colors of the sky shifting from burnt orange to deep blue, stars

I've decided to find work so I don't starve. which is easier said than done. I'm a woman so no one takes me seriously, which irritates me all the more. The only occupation that makes sense, since we're in the middle of a mindless war again is metal work, that of which I'm currently negotiating with the boss."I can't see how you'd think this is something you can handle" he tells me."Why because I'm a woman?" the old man doesn't answer only glares at me while pounding away at the hot metal. "We can do just as much if not more"My bold statement makes him laugh, so much so his enlarged stomach jiggles with every inhale of breath. "You're a bold one" He tells me wiping away a stray tear. "The answer is still no""Look around you mumbling idiot" I huff becoming irritated with his nonsense now. "You don't see men lining up to be apart of your everlasting furnace do you?""You should keep your tongue in your mouth if you want to survive here""Why, to make others feel better about themsel