All Chapters of A Damaged Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Having a terrified Genevieve dive into my arms was an unexpected entrance to the Ceremony. Observing how her and Nikolai bounce back and forth so miserably just confuses me. Surely the mate bond should be easier than how they make it. How is it love when they clash so readily?Her green eyes were flashing with anxiety, her cheeks red from embarrassment as she clung onto me and then realised Nikolai was right behind her. Nikolai's eyes flashed red with frustration. I was happy to make my excuses and watched the Ceremony with the rest of the Shadowlands. We took up two full rows down the back end. I could feel the daggers from Kharkov sitting behind me as a wide-smiling Zena took a seat next to me.Her black hair was coiled and curled dramatically. Her dress was a deep royal purple with sparkling crystals, a low, revealing back on display. I noticed her grey eyes were scanning the room constantly."What is making you nervous?" I whispered, leaning over to whisper in her ear. Freya made

Chatting to Phillipe was an entirely different experience to Nikolai. A broad smile, compliments on my Betas, cigars, and throat-scorching brandy on tap. Unnervingly, his eyes kept changing colour. Blue, green, purple swirls left me feeling unsure of just who I was talking to. Like a boa constrictor dazzling its prey, was all this extravagance to distract me? Am I missing the big picture?I could feel the back of my neck burning, for not only was Zeke glaring at me the whole time, but so was Beta Patrick. All clipped dark hair, green eyes, and a slender, wiry frame, he stood out among the bulky muscle surrounding him. Lurking on the fringes of the white marquee at opposite ends, neither men were subtle in their interest."So Alpha Cillian," he drawled, pouring another slug of brandy into our glasses. "How's the life of an Alpha?"Well, what a fucking question. "It's been a tough start. Could do without some idiotic lunatic armed with wolfsbane trying to wipe everyone out."I kept my

The acrid, chemical smell of lemons is the first thing that hits me.Then the fact I cannot move my hands. Rough, painfully sticking tape clamp them together.Blinking, the room is miserably dark and from the soft cushioning underneath me I realise I am on a mattress. As my vision gradually adjusts, I recognise the grey walls, the dark, almost charred wood of the four-poster bed. I am back at Beta Tange’s.I am back in the room I shared with Cillian. The same bed I fell apart in his arms with, heard his pained confession and felt love. My head is pounding like I’ve taken a beating. I can barely make out Nina's presence. In a panic, I wonder if she has been taken from me like Vez. My bound hands struggle towards my neck, checking for cuts. After a few minutes of wriggling, I realise I can sense her faintly, just enough to quell my panic. I still have a wolf, albeit a completely tranquillised one.Whatever the hell that woman, Ruth, did to me has left me eerily alone with my thoughts.

The dagger feels good in my hands. There had been hardly any noise when I took down Tange apart from Zena’s shrieks. If I was lucky perhaps Ruth was still asleep. Retracing my steps up the staircase everything reminded me of Matilda. My pulse thundered almost painfully as I wondered where on earth she had run to. I did not doubt Briss had tried to find her. Like the calm within the eye of a hurricane I found myself smiling softly at her useless sense of direction. For a few brief seconds the rage inside me settled down to something more manageable as I remembered tracking her down with Franz and Zeke one summer's day when we were about fourteen as she got herself lost coming back from the river. Literally the place we hung out every day. She had blushed beetroot red and explained she had been daydreaming so much she found herself in a whole new section of the woods. I remember it because she wouldn’t meet my eye. I had been so worried about her even then I had been annoyed she woul

I’m halfway to being sane again. Her tiny hand in mine. She’s safe, and we’re going to be okay. I have no doubt in my mind that facing down my anger, my pain and embarrassment and choosing not to kill was the fork in the road Zena warned me about. For if I had harmed her, that would have been the end of my sanity. There would have been no coming back from that. Not in a million years. Even with Vez restored I would have been a wrecked shell. I know in my soul that making a mistake as vile as killing my own mate would have left me uncontrollable. I’d have wanted to main and destroy everything linked to my catastrophe. But thanks to my father’s wisdom, my mother’s kind heart and the Betas who have guided me through my life I was just, only just, able to see beyond the hate. The raw pink of her skin where the tape had been felt like my own stab wounds. Lookiny at each red welt made my guts churn. All the hate that swelled within has been replaced with a desperate desire to make our