All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cole“What’s for tea Dad?” I asked, after my stomach had growled for like the fiftieth time.“Oh, did I not say?” he replied, “Miranda’s coming over with takeout. I told her to get you a Jalfrezi, is that ok?”“Oh, great!” I said enthusiastically. Who doesn’’t love a takeaway curry?“Oh, and Miranda’s son is also coming.”I frowned while trying to remember if I had ever heard of their being a son. Nope, I was pretty sure I hadn’t heard him mentioned before.“She has a son?” I asked.“Yes, he lived with his dad, but please don’t mention anything about it will you?”“I’m not stupid!” I reminded my dad. It wasn’t so much that I wasn’t stupid, more that I would avoid any socially awkward conversations at all cost.Even if he did live with his dad, I still found it odd that he had never come up in conversation before.“How old is he?” I asked.“Erm, about your age I think, or maybe a little older.”“Have you met him before?” I asked.“Yes, briefly, he’s going to be working on one of m

ColeThe summer holiday was finally over and I was in my last year of college.After that one arranged day with Annabell, I never went back to Highfield Hall. Well, that was a bit of a lie. I did go there, but I never snuck into the grounds.I was too afraid.I’d walked the boundary of the land that belonged to the Hall and took several glances over the wall, in the hope to see those big dogs again.Every now and again I would get a glimpse of them running in the grounds. The more I saw them, the more I became convinced that they were not dogs. They were definitely wolves. It became quite addictive, trying to spot them. And I noticed that there were more of them than I originally thought. I began to document some of the different features and markings on the animals, and I had definitely seen at least 8 different individuals.There was one in particular that caught my eye. It was a large dark brown wolf that had a streak of silver running from the tip of one ear to it’s shoulder.

Cole“P to the A to the R T Y - It’s PARTY TIME! Whoop Whooop!”I swear there was something medically wrong with her sometimes.“My god girl, you’ve not even had a drink yet!” I said to Natalie as we walked up the street where the party was being held.“That’s what you think,” she said with an overly exaggerated wink.“Oh man, I’m going to be carrying you out of here tonight, aren’t I?” I said with a groan.“Hey, just think of it as payback for last time,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.Ah, I guess she had a point there.I looked up at the house that was now infront of us. It was a large detached stone house, with a huge drive, lined by immaculately pruned conifer trees. I could never quite get my head around how people managed to have parties in homes like these. Where were the parents? Surely they couldn’t know what was going on. The damage alone from a party like this would probably cost hundreds if not thousands to put right.As if someone could read my mind, th

NathanI banged angrily on the horn on my steering wheel.“FUCKING MOVE!!” I shouted at the taxi that had just decided to stop in the middle of the road.Some drunken tart with a skirt up her arse and heels the size of tower blocks tottered over to the taxi, throwing a middle finger in my direction before getting in.I drew in a deep breath through my nose. I couldn’t lose my temper. It might cause me to be delayed further.I still couldn’t believe it took me so long to see the text from Cole. I always had my phone on me, yet tonight for some reason i’d left it in my bedroom.On the one night he needed me.As I drove like a maniac down the road I tried to rationalise with my thoughtsWhat if he’s badly hurt?That’s unlikely. He did manage to send a text.Yes but what if something happened after he sent that text, afterall, it took you long enough to read it.He’s bound to be fine. And then I can yell at him for texting me when I specifically told him to only text about the project

NathanIt had been exactly 6 weeks since I’d seen Cole. 6 long torturous weeks.It was Saturday again which meant only one thing. Cole would be coming to Highfield Hall later today.I hated Saturdays. I hated them so much. I basically spent the whole day pacing around my room, desperate to go out, desperate to be anywhere but staring at these four walls.But I couldn’t. Because I didn’t trust myself not to sneak a peek at him. You know, just to see if he was alright.But of course he was alright. There was barely a day that went by without someone mentioning his name. You see he turned out to be a bit of a whizz at this ecology stuff, and well, he sort of became James the gardener’s right hand man. And of course Annabell just worshiped the ground he walked on. Every sentence she said seemed to start with, ‘do you know what Cole said….’ or ‘do you know what me and Cole did…..’”It was torture. Pure torture. And to make it worse, I think they knew exactly what they were doing