All Chapters of My Mate is the Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

After excusing himself to quickly throw some clothes on, Dylan headed back to where Enzo stood by his desk, waiting for him while impatiently tinkering with the small metal parts that he noticed were idly placed on the table moments ago. The drawer remained open.He frowned and risked taking one of the knives out of the drawer, carefully as to not make even the slightest contact with the silver. He wrapped his fingers around the leather handle and inspected the weapon up close. He wanted to flip the knife around and weigh it out on his hand but was too nervous to do so. The scar on his chest tingled as if it was reliving the pain that he suffered from."Of course, you will be given guns, too," Enzo told him with a shrug. "But having supplementary weapons like these is important.""How about the scabbards?" he asked while scanning the rest of the contents of the drawer. When he found none, he proceeded to look at the rest of the things in his workstation. "Of course

Amidst the bustling in the room, Dylan heard the door swing open. He turned towards the doorway and saw Isabella in a wheelchair with Dr. Johnson standing behind her with his hands on the handles. Her hair was tied into a quick bun with strands of dark locks sticking out of it. "Isabella,” he mumbled under his breath in surprise upon landing his gaze on her. He didn't think he would be able to see her before he left and was glad to be able to do so. With a small smile on his face, he ran towards where Dr. Johnson parked her wheelchair out in the hallway, just right outside the door.Once he reached them, the doctor took the initiative to give them some space and left. Dylan closed the door behind him, drowning out the sounds of shuffling footsteps, Enzo's loud instructions, and the clinking of gears and weapons. He got down on one knee to match her eye level and cupped her cheeks with his palms. He thought about how small her face looked in his hands. "Hey, there,” he whispered while

I woke up to the sound of the door being slammed shut. The wound on my lower abdomen stung when I sat up abruptly in surprise. Wincing, I pressed a hand over the bandages while slowly hopping off the bed and onto my feet. Felix stirred from his sleep at the sudden commotion. The sun hung low in the sky, bathing the city in an orange glow. It would've been another breathtaking sunrise if only I didn't see Dr. Johnson and James march into the room with distressed looks on their faces. Wordlessly, James began to pack up our things into the duffle bags while the doctor walked over to me and held me by the elbows. He obviously tried to appear as calm as possible as to not agitate me but failed to do so.I forced to brace myself for some bad news but still hoped that Dylan was safe out there."Doc?” I asked when he stayed silent for a couple of minutes. "What's wrong?"He opened his mouth to reply but stopped before he could utter a single word when I fell onto the floor

The metal door creaked open, and I looked back and saw Kai step out with a huge duffle bag in one hand. Tilting my head in confusion, I asked, "What's in the bag?""Gun,” he replied curtly.I remembered that he only speaks in a maximum of one word so I turned to Asher who continued to scout the streets below through a pair of binoculars. He seemed to have felt my stare at him."It's a sniper rifle,” he said without sparing me a glance. I watched as Kai positioned himself beside me and began fishing out parts after another out of the bag. At this point, I've already helped out in the murder of many, seen a literal pile of corpses—including my mother's—and doesn't flinch at the sight of blood, but for some reason, the huge weapon made me squirm in my seat. I peeled my gaze off of him as he began assembling and returned to staring at the city view. The winter air stung my cheeks and I hugged myself tighter. I wasn't dressed lightly but I still shivered at the cold. It didn't help eithe

"What the f*ck is happening?!"I turned around to find Dr. Johnson packing up his tools into a bag. Upon seeing Dylan and Enzo sleeping soundly on the bed with bandages all over their bodies, I let out a sigh of relief. I mustered the remaining strength I had and dragged Asher along as I walked over to the unoccupied couch. Dr. Johnson left his things for a bit to help me set him down. "Amelia Crawford is outside,” I explained as briefly as I could while rummaging through the cabinets for a clean towel. "She brought a few men along with her. Kai is outside dealing with her right now.""She did this?"I knew that he was referring to the knife on his shoulder. "Yes."After successfully finding a towel, I immediately ran back to the couch. Dr. Johnson leaned in to whisper something into Asher's ear. I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath and with one smooth movement, the knife was pulled out of his shoulder. He screamed and I automatically stepped in to press the towel onto his w