All Chapters of THE DETACHED ALPHA: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*MIKAYLA’S POV* Day 6………… Heron was up later than the norm. The knobbly, cold bed led to insomniac hours until my body fell into an inexorable slumber. I'm not aware of what time he came home last night or in the bedroom. My planned confrontation to find out the truth about Charlotte was derailed by his absence. I was very heated with anger yesterday after Nikki said her piece. My wolf and I demanded honesty before I let any more rivers of heartache wash my face. What's happening between them? Am I just a toy that he is using to spite his mate? Keeping this from me could imply deceit. Is that why he refused to make love to me the night before? Because he wanted Charlotte and not me. What did they do when they were together? A myriad of questions flocked through my brain. The unruly sun called upon us to arise to commence the novelty of the day that it heralds. Not that I looked forward to the possibility of a hurtful truth. As usual, his left hand lays heavily across my waist an

*HERON’S POV* The mother and daughter witch duo commenced the ritual with incantations. Suddenly, the cauldron room was overcast with clouded darkness along with a strange sulphuric odor that transduced into the sunroom. Charlotte’s body stiffened as her back arched, her head pressed back, and her eyes rolled over, revealing one hundred percent sclera. The lighted candles’ flame amplified, blazing fiercely upward to almost touch the ceiling. Then a chilling sensation pervaded the room. Lightning came from the sky through the open glass ceiling panes of the sunroom. We ducked as the electric lights connected with the five points of the stone bed. Charlotte’s head flipped from left to right. Running green lights ran across her pale body. She gurgled and her fingers curled inwardly as her body reacted to the supernatural surgery of the spell. In order for the shards of her humanity to reappear, the ritual grazed her soul, patched the gaps, and was putting the pieces back together. “Th

*MIKAYLA’S POV* Day 6 cont’d…………….. Charlotte sat in Heron's lap, lips locked and sucking on each other's faces. I stood there breathing but feeling dead inside. My whole world exploded. My heart felt ripped out and squashed as his hands roamed over her body in front of my eyes. Chest pains rippled through me. "Heron," I whispered his name, all other parts of the English language failed me. Even though I can't feel it, tears are welling up in my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. The risk taken to be with him had blown up in my face. Betrayal. The word swirls in my head and the hot temper of my wolf pulsates in my veins. My heart clenched in my chest. Pixie and I were utterly shocked, jealous, and furious. She wanted Charlotte’s blood. Finally, the kiss broke and they both looked at me. It was like we were the only three people in this house. Everything else was a black screen. Charlotte was clearly amused with a victorious smirk directed at me. "Mikayla?" He spits out my name,

*MIKAYLA’S POV* Impossible. My eyes popped wide open at his words in complete and utter shock. How could he love me? My giddy-headed wolf was delighted by his proclamation of love. My features were being caressed by his watchful gaze, and his electric blue eyes had a searing intensity to them. No, I must not have heard right. "You love me?" I pointed to myself. "Yes," he affirmed. I eyed him skeptically. The words whirled in my head. Should I believe him? The affordability to be deluded into thinking that he could possibly love me in any way does not exist. Any man who loves his woman would not go around kissing exes, and in this case, Charlotte. He’s lying again. I won’t fall into another one of his schemes. It’s obvious that he insists on toying with my mind. But I’m done with this bullshit. Yet it was sad that I could not tell exactly when I fell in love with him. Oh, sweet goddess! I loved this beast before me. Succinct grief falls on me to acknowledge the infinity of my

*MIKAYLA’S POV* “I’m sorry, Mikayla……” Heron breathed deeply to quiet his raging lust, which hotly fanned my neck. “I don't want to force you. Bear with me because I can’t hold back anymore. Your heat is driving me crazy.” The entire sweatpants zipped from his body. While the intimacy paused, the mind-stealing cramp returned. The stab of pain ripped through my lower half, drowning me in a wave of fire. I pant-pant-blow through my mouth like a woman in labor. I spread my legs far apart, fully exposing my cleanly shaved pink pussy, wanting him inside of me. The movement made my intoxicated scent waft him, and for a moment he shuddered as his cock hardened into iron, sticking out like a Tuscan pillar. Slick gushed out my slit at the sight of him. “Now, Heron,” I reached out my hand for him to take it so that I could pull him on my fervid body. I mewled with hormonal desire. Ignoring my hand, he placed his palm on my pussy, rubbing it. “Say what you want. I need to hear it.” I gasped.