All Chapters of A Damaged Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Repeating Papa’s words like a mantra kept me buoyant enough to not shed any further tears over the situation I found myself in. Nina pushed me to see there were more positives than negatives. The long term joy will surely outweigh this tiny chunk of pain.I’d thrown myself in, I’d trusted, and there was no backing out now. Cillian wanted me to believe in him. I do. I always will. When he called me darling, his sweet, Nina purred in delight. When he called me his little Luna in that husky voice of his, I nearly jumped back onto the table for another round. It made synapses shatter in my mind. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he could bless me with such an endearment. Nina whirled with unsated desire, my iris instantly flaming with gold all over again.My mind was a mix of emotions. I was proud of declaring how I felt. Too often, I sat and watched others make their move. I took a chance and landed on his table. Forcing myself to focus, I created huge batches of brownies and cupc

Lucien was correct. The truck would have been no use. I doubt we would have ever found their location if he hadn’t approached us. Hidden right at the edge of a river lay the most beautiful log cabin. Surrounded by trees and greenery it was a stunning creation.Noticing the shed full of axes, tools and other equipment I tried to open with friendliness. “Did you build this house yourself?”“I did.”“Well it’s very impressive.”He merely grunted. I can take a hint. It doesn't bother Franz who is smirking when the wooden door flies open and the equivalent of a goddess steps out of the door.He literally gasps, like the mate bond has sparked there and then. She's pretty, yes, but she knows it. Long black hair, shimmering under the sunshine like ravens wings. Her eyes are grey, her cheeks rosy, lips plump and she's squeezed into leather pants and a black tank top."Well well," her dark, shapely eyebrows rising with interest. "You two look like trouble.""I don't think that's entirely true,

Thanks to Zena being one dramatic little wench we had to wait a full day whilst she gathered “supplies.” All of which fit in one small rucksack and half of which I suspected was merely makeup and clothes. Everything she did seemed designed to test my patience. She might have thought herself some kind of seductive minx, I saw her no different to Zeke, an irritating little menace. We set off back to Cragstone the morning after the full moon. Thankfully, Franz was keen to show off to Zena and had absolutely pounded the truck down the dusty roads, as if she would somehow be interested in him again if he drove like a demon. Unfortunately, she still only had eyes for me. “So…Alpha just what were you up to talking to strange women in run down taverns?” she smirked, leaning over from the back passenger seat to whisper in my ear as the truck thundered through the countryside.“I was tracking down the scent of my parents' killers.”“You weren’t looking for a random, anonymous bit of fun?” he

Franz dropped me and Zena off over ten miles outside of Cragstone. If I had had a wolf to grumble to about the lunacy of this, I'd have been deep in conversation. With only my own silent grumpiness, I follow Zena deep into the leafy forest, following a muddy trail. "Don't mention Zena to anyone," I reminded him."Obviously," he said drily, "see you both in a few hours then."Franz carried on without us in the battered grey truck. His brown eyes were rolling away, and his long brown hair pulled into a high knot. He could catch up and see what is happening at the pack in my absence. Get some truths.Maybe I'm paranoid, but I worry the way things appear when I'm at home is…coddled. Like I'm this Alpha baby who needs soothing or distracting into thinking everything is okay. Plus, Zena had insisted some alone time between us would be good. I had no idea what the hell she thought was likely to happen. I know I don’t require any alone time with her, but seeing as she's my only link to find

It was dawn by the time she woke up. Even with me splashing her face with water, nudging her gently, roughly, full-pelt shaking her to try and get a response. She just fluttered her eyes, freshly awoken from a great night’s sleep once the dawn sun hit her. I am a wreck. Up all night watching Zena get her beauty sleep whilst Matilda wonders what games I am playing. “Morning, did you get any sleep?” she asks nonchalantly.“Are you for real?” I snap back at her. “You had a fit, convulsed and then just passed out for like eight hours!”“Oh yeah, it can happen. It’s very intense getting readings you know. Especially via fire. It’s very draining.”“So you knew this might happen. That I would break the promise I gave?”“Cillian…” she started but I had already set off walking. “Screw your prophecy! I just wanted to make sure you were alive.”Without giving her a second to answer I stormed along the muddy trail. My pulse thundered in outrage. I have never wanted to throttle someone so badly