All Chapters of THE BLOOD STAINED ALPHA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FIFTY ONE Anabelle continued pacing around her room and kept ruffling her hair, she was the definition of confused and distraught. The room was a complete mess, clothes were lying on the bed messily and there were other things that littered the floor. The closet was cleared and now empty. She had to clear everything important and move her things to Jaxon’s room…hers and Jaxon’s room. After getting the shock of the day, she had decided to go home because she had nothing important to do at the packhouse. She told Jaxon that she was going to move her things when she left the packhouse and he had offered to send an omega with her but she had declined. She was now slightly regretting her refusal because pain was now surging through her head. Everything that was happening was too much to handle, things were moving too fast for her to keep up. She sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled at the roots of her hair. The door opened and Danielle entered the room, a full smile on display. Sh

FIFTY-THREEAnabelle kept on massaging her body parts that were in pain because of the number of times she had hit the floor. She continuously kept on complaining and she was more bitter because she had not been able to get Jaxon on the floor equivalent to the number of times he had landed her on the floor. Twenty to one was nowhere near equivalent, if anything the one still felt like a zero. Jaxon had a smug look on his face through the whole thing which only made Anabelle huff and roll her eyes in annoyance. When they finished, Jaxon told Micah and Adam to go harder on her. His exact words were, 'Don't go easy on her. There is a reason why she is my Luna'.Anabelle would have probably lost thirty or forty more times if Danielle had not arrived and told them that it was time to go to the hair salon.Anabelle dragged Jaxon with her because he had promised to spend the entire day with her. Anabelle was not very sure about the hair colour but she wanted her hair to be shoulder length. W

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVETHIRD PERSONAnabelle did not know what time she had slept or how she had ended up in her bed but she knew that she had drank a few bottles of wine which had caused the slight hammering of her head. She could smell the drink on herself when she woke up and was disgusted by it, she stood from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. While getting rid of the awful smell and taking a much-needed bath she suddenly remembered that she had woken up but not seen Jaxon. She finished doing everything and wore a coat over her skirt and shirt with a bit of makeup and did not forget to take some painkillers in the cabinets for the minor headache. She went downstairs and found Jaxon in the kitchen, he handed her a cup while saying good morning and she accepted the cup with a greeting and a smile. She took a seat and took a whiff of what was in the cup with her nose before taking gulps of it. "You went hard on these last night," Jaxon said as he threw bottles of wine in the bin. Not

FIFTY-SEVENJaxon was able to relax after a while thanks to Anabelle's help. It had taken long for him to relax because, in any normal situation, Lucas would not have still been breathing. If a person disrespected him, they paid with their lives and ending the life of someone disrespectful brought a certain type of relaxation to his wolf. Sadistic? Definitely, but that was how his wolf was. He hated being disrespected and challenged. But today he let someone disrespectful live because of his mate. Jaxon knew that if he killed the man, Anabelle would think more of him as the monster he is. For the sake of peace with his mate and to remain in the good chapters of her book he decided to let Lucas live but he promised himself that if the man did anything else to anger him he would not waste a second ripping out his throat.The event had continued despite the little show that the audience had received but Anabelle and Jaxon left earlier. Alec had advised Anabelle to take Jaxon away from th

FIFTY-NINEJaxon had his head lying on the side of Anabelle's bed with his eyes closed but he was nowhere close to falling asleep because he was in agony. The sounds of the machines in the room and the slight rising of his mate's chest was the only thing that made him aware that she was still alive but he could not feel her. It was like their bond was not there and did not exist and to make matters worse his wolf had been silent since the day Anabelle had lost consciousness. His fingers were laced with hers but he wanted her to squeeze his hand, to give him hope. Hours had passed and turned into days and he had been as patient as he could. He squeezed her hand and breathed in her scent but was overpowered by the strong smell of medicine and antiseptic. He now understood why Anabelle despised hospitals so much.Jaxon opened his eyes after a while and stood up from his seat, he looked at the pale body of his mate that was losing colour with each day that passed. He let out a heavy breat