All Chapters of The Fated Alpha Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

* * * Max’s POV * * *The pack of rabid wolves are running towards me, scouting the area for more targets. I look back to where Alpha Derek had stood to find him running away like a little bitch. I’m briefly torn between giving chase to Alpha Derek and fighting the wolves. I choose to fight the wolves; I have to keep them contained until my backup arrives. They can’t be allowed to reach civilisation and harm innocent people. We still don’t know the full extent of the damage they will cause. I spot the pack breaking apart, with one group heading towards the mountain base where the witnesses are now scrambling. “Help his pack climb the mountain,” I command Fred, as I make my decision. I shift into Nate’s wolf form and let out a ferocious howl. The howl is filled with anger, rage, and challenge. It’s telling the wolves to accept my challenge and fight. It works, and they begin to turn back around to face the challenge. I run towards the smaller group, prepared to shift back into my mo

* * * Eve’s POV * * *We are on our way home, and my stomach rumbles, letting me know I’m hungry. I glance at the dashboard's LED clock; it’s teatime, and it’s been about ten hours since I last ate. The burnt orange sun is setting, cascading jets of orange and red light across the darkening sky as it makes way for the moon. Tonight is a half-moon, but it’s just as beautiful as the full moon we worship. The heavens have opened, and the rain is pouring down. The wind pushes on the car to no avail. We are going forwards, and nothing but a blessed tragedy can change that. The tires make their monotonous hiss over the rain-washed roads, and the air that makes its way through the filters is meadow sweet. All around, through these tinted windows, are fields. Inside this tin box destined for the horizon, the world outside continues like some choreographed dance without the soul it should have. When did the world become so full of hate? Is there none that can hold up a brave hand and say stop

* * * Max’s POV * * *Waking up is a transition from the world of dreams into the day, so it’s good to take a little time. For then, I may ponder the messages of my dreams, weave them into the truth of my life, and feel ready to greet the day. I have been sleeping throughout my life until she came along; now, even in my dreams, I’m waking up to her song. As my dreams linger, dancing in the way that dreams do, I rise to the light of the new day. My feet are ready for the ground, for whatever comes my way. The sound of the shower running catches my attention, and I realise that Eve is already awake and preparing for the day. ‘Today, we could meet your birth father; he has to be a better man than Robert,’ Nate tells me. ‘I agree, but it doesn’t stop the pit in my stomach from growing; I feel anxious’, I tell him truthfully. ‘Go be with our mate for a little while; clear your mind by losing yourself within her. Then the day can begin with calmness and love’, he says. I’ve noticed a cha

* * * Eve’s POV * * * I can feel Max becoming overwhelmed, and while I’m positive that Harrison didn’t run from Max, it still feels like abandonment to Max. Arthur seems to sense the atmosphere changing and offers to give us a tour of the packhouse. I kindly accept and drag Max along for the walk. The distraction will be good for him; he is drifting away again, his body an empty shell. We follow Arthur around the packhouse and listen as he tells us about Max’s heritage and the various pieces of furniture. One-piece had been carved from an oak tree in Sweden and gifted as a wedding gift for Max’s great-great-great-grandfather. They are able to trace their ancestry back to the very first wolves; they are descendants of the first Lycan Dante. There’s a room dedicated to the Lycan royal family; portraits and photographs of the past Kings and Queens are hanging on the wall, and a small plaque is engraved with their name, lifespan and ruling span. Family photographs are such a window in

* * * Eve’s POV * * * Harrison’s Jessica’s mate: I didn’t see it coming. I forget she’s 16 years older than me, at 35. Or 15 years? I don't know when her birthday is. Harrison will have been 18 when Nellie gave birth to Max, which means he’s around 41 years old. I don’t want to lose Jessica, she has become one of my best friends, and I rely on her a little too much. But I’m over the moon that she has finally found her mate. How will Harrison feel about it? Lycans choose their mates, and he has just found out that the woman he has spent his life loving is dead. “Hi. I’m Harrison; I’m guessing you are the head trainer, Jessica,” Harrison says politely as he introduces himself.“Don’t you feel the pull? Do you feel the bond?” Jessica asks him, beginning to look worried. “I feel something, but Lycans don’t feel the mate bond. Please sit with us for lunch, and then perhaps we can spend some time together if you wish?” He answers her.“Why would I be fated to somebody who can’t feel the