All Chapters of The Nymph’s Alpha : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Callan POV I waited for Rosie to say more, but the phone remained deathly silent. “Would anyone help Alister?” Rosie, like so many others, despised Alister. He was a narrow-minded man who thought of witches as fleas, but he had used the witches in the past. That’s how I know Rosie and her coven, so what's to say he isn’t using them once again? “Honestly, I don’t know Callan, my coven has cut all ties with your father, they aren’t too happy I’m helping you, but they know you're a good man, so they don’t say anything. Why, what’s wrong?” “It’s nothing. Look, can we talk tomorrow? I have some things I have to deal with.” “Sure.” I didn’t wait for pleasantries like goodbye. I hung up and immediately called Pedro, noticing a message from Eric saying he had Freya. At least I had one less thing to worry about. “He could have had the help of a witch,” I said as soon as Pedro answered. “I was thinking the same, we have 15 warriors missing as well, everyone your father favoured. I th

Ayla POV I couldn't help looking around in awe at the magnificent house in front of me. It seems so grand. Red and green leaves climb up the walls and creep over the windows blanketing the enormous house. Three large arches run along the right side of me. Above the arches is a wall that has intricate shapes cut out of the stone, creating a lovely pattern on the ground from the light shining behind it, and I can just about make out a person walking back and forth behind the wall, leading me to believe it’s a balcony. The space between the arches is black, but I can see a soft glow coming from beautiful stained-glass windows on the opposite side of the arches. Besides the three beautiful arches, there is a large stone staircase that leads up to large perfectly shaped bushes with soft light illuminating the sculpted shrubbery. The ground floor windows are large, beside each window is a large bushy hedge. Callan was standing in front of a large arched door talking to an older woman who w

Callan POV The look of fear that swept across her beautiful face as she saw my true identity would haunt me until the day I die. Her eyes went wide, letting me see the terror swarming in them, her face went pale, and her body trembled. I could hear her breathing becoming heavy as she desperately tried to step away from me. The beast that I had tried to keep hidden from her was the thing that drove her away from me, and now I don’t know what I will do without her in my life. But watching her drive away leaving me in her rearview mirror was heartbreaking, it felt like Alister had just torn my bleeding heart from my chest whilst it still beat for her. *Micha, Ayla knows. She knows what I am and she ran.* Even saying it, even though it wasn’t aloud, hurt more than I could have imagined, this was it, I had lost my mate, the best part of me, the other half of my heart and soul, my reason for waking up every morning had just driven out of my life, and now I was lost, drowning in an ocean

Callan POV “Callan, is everything OK?” Rosie asked as she answered her phone. “Far from it. Could you tell me more about the last nymph? How would I know who she was and why Runduc is desperate to get her?” I could hear her let out a big sigh, but she didn't hang up. “She won't know who she is. She has lived her life as a human. When she finds out, she will be scared and afraid, but she will accept it faster because she will notice things first. She will love being outside surrounded by nature. That is where she will feel safe. She will have the powers of the old, meaning she could heal, and command the plants and the water. Animals will feel safe around her, and men will find her irresistible. That is where the name nymphomaniac comes from; the power of attraction that the nymphs hold. All of that is what he wants. Her power. We believe the nymph will be drawn here. This is where the queen took her last breath, so she will be drawn to the magic that resides here.” “And why are y

Ayla POV My eyes snapped away from the man poking Callan’s side to Micha and Eric, who were both looking back at me. Micha’s lips pressed together and Eric held his arm across his stomach, holding his elbow with one hand whilst the other made a fist that covered his mouth. “What do you mean?” I asked. Micha took a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks as he let it out. “Runduc, the man you have been dreaming of isn’t just a dream, Ayla, but an ancient elf, who for some reason is after you. Callan has already scared him away once before but-” “What do you mean Callan scared him away once before?” “The night you thought you had a nightmare and Callan stayed with you. It wasn’t a nightmare. That was real Ayla. Callan has been doing everything he can to protect you.” Eric answered. My head began to spin, I leaned back perching myself against the windowsill while trying to piece together what Micha and Eric had just said. “You mean that Runduc isn’t just in my head. When he a