All Chapters of The Alpha's Misplaced Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I hate everything about this," Scarlet grumbles, her cheek against the glass of the window.Conrad stays silent, leaving the statement for Carlos to respond to.Carlos ignores Scarlet, turning the steering wheel."Do you think this could be a ploy to get you away from the Capital? It would make you more vulnerable, you know," Scarlet chatters, and Conrad rubs her temples, staring straight ahead of her.She's in the passenger seat, and everything about their journey is frustrating and annoying her.Her leggings feel too tight, her jumper feels like it's strangling her, and trainers feel like they're laced too tight, even though she knows they're not."Scarlet, any idiot knows that a High Alpha wouldn't leave without protection. I have two trackers in my vehicle, and four guards are driving behind us. Nobody is stupid enough to try trap seven people, especially when one holds more power than most other wolves do," Carlos mutters, a deep line between his eyebrows."Well, if you think th

It was sad, and it really brought everyone back to earth.On November 2nd, Meg and her third child had both passed away.She had an internal bleed that nobody had found, and the baby had been found unresponsive in his crib that same evening.On November 3rd, Abigail and Bennett had been rushed to the ICU with irregular heartbeats, which were rare in pups. Their mothers usually healed any defects before they ever left the womb.It was November 15th, and Conrad was about ready to tear her hair out.Meg's funeral had been delayed until the day before, in the vain hopes that some of her family would attend.Only her sister had shown, so the mourning party was small, comprised of Conrad, Amber, Carlos, and Laurie.Atlas hadn't even asked to be allowed to go to the funeral. He didn't react to the news that his girlfriend had died, and Conrad doubted he cared.She sits with the two remaining triplets every day on her break, trying to keep them in contact with a dominant wolf.Amber did the s

"I thought you were joking," Conrad frowns, staring down at the heap of white on the bed in front of her."I wish I was joking. Put it on; she won't eat her dinner if you don't," Carlos warns her, tying his tie.He's wearing an all-black suit, a black shirt, and a white tie, which stands out a lot.As it should, I spent an hour trying to bleach the stains out of that thing, Conrad grumbles to Jane, who agrees."It's like a wedding dress," Conrad groans, and Carlos raises an eyebrow."This is the best I could do. She wanted you to look like a baby ballroom dancer; this is a big improvement," Carlos comments.Conrad snatches up the dress, sliding it over her head.She sighs with relief when she can't see her strapless bra above the neckline because she didn't fancy trying to survive the night with a hyperactive child without one.Conrad walks over to the mirror, adjusting the dress as she walks.It's almost floor-length, and the pointed fronts of her heels are the only things that peek

He has a jagged scar running from his forehead to the bottom of his throat, and Conrad's eyes are glued to it as she frantically tries to place this man.He's not the one who broke into Carlos' house, and she doesn't recognise him from any of the wanted or missing lists.A sniff tells her that he's a rogue."Conrad Rosser. And little miss Sabrina Amaretti. Where is your father today, young lady?" He asks, peering at Sabrina.Conrad pushes the child behind her, her grip tightening on the knife."He isn't here. He isn't with us," Conrad spits, pointing the knife at the man."Now, now. There's no need for violence," the man sing-songs, his group of men stepping closer. They all have guns of varying sizes, and they're trained directly on Conrad's head."You have guns pointed at us," Conrad retorts, and Sabrina whimpers quietly behind her."Oh, have we scared her? You wouldn't think much would scare her, what with her parentage and all that," the man chuckles, shaking his head."Is this ab

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Conrad mutters, stepping around a gigantic puddle.Her boots stopped being waterproof two streets ago.Pulling her jacket tighter around her, she curses herself repetitively as she dodges people on the sidewalk.How's it going?, Carlos links her, amusement heavy in his tone.I regret ever leaving. It's awful here; I would rather be stuck in the woods with Scarlet trying to make me adopt those children again, Conrad complains, keeping her head down.She's almost at the building, and that's the only thing keeping her going. She wasn't able to get a taxi; they were all booked when she was leaving the hotel.It looks horrific on the news. Rina asked to speak to you this morning, and she laughed when she found out you went into the city. Can you see the guards?, Carlos asks, and Conrad glances over her shoulder, making eye contact with the two men in suits.They're walking side by side and talking into cell phones.Yeah, I can see them. They're blending well at the mome