All Chapters of The Alpha's Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The mall is a wild maze of loud sounds and bright lights. Sarah brings me first to a little shop that sells tiny electronics.“We’ll get you a phone,” she tells me, “and that way you can stay in touch with everyone, and do whatever you want online. If you want to learn about the modern world, this is the best way to do it.”“Okay,” I say. Sarah buys me one of the devices, a rectangle that fits perfectly in my hand. It lights up with words and images from all over the world, and I get lost in it, a wide grin breaking over my face as I see pictures of far off locations and incredible animals.¶Earth is a wonderful place. I’m so glad I get to explore it. It’s a good thing I feel this way, too - because I’m going to need to get out there and start exploring, sooner rather than later. I need to find my mate. That’s the only way I’ll be free of the Moon Rabbit, who has vowed to take me as his mate and keep me forever under his spell in the celestial realm.Plus, based on Layla’

I fall into my sister’s spell, losing myself in the aromas of the incense and Layla’s magic. I find myself drifting through memories.First, it’s the easy ones to access. The ones I’ve made since coming back to earth. I see Sarah, and her daughter Stella, the Crescent Child whose birth heralded the ending of my contract with the Moon Rabbit.I remember being in the car with them, its engine rumbling beneath us, suddenly back in my true, earthly body, aware of my bare feet, the ends of my long hair.I remember seeing Layla for the first time, the way she shrieked with joy and pulled me into a sisterly embrace.¶“Go deeper,” Layla murmurs. She stands over me, waving her hands through the incense smoke, directing its shapes and curls with her magic. “Remember your time before this. Before here.”I close my eyes. I have to go back. I have to remember what it was like, living in the celestial realm.“He took me…” I mumble, trying to find the words to tell Layla and Sarah w

As badly as I want to stay at the San Diego pack house, Greyson insists that it’s not safe. Nash and Sarah agree, springing into action to help me pack.“The problem is,” Sarah tells me as she shoves all my new clothes into a suitcase, “that Regan used to belong to this pack, and she’s known Nash since they were children. And now they’re members of my old pack, so they have plenty of information about me. If anyone is able to identify our weaknesses and successfully execute an attack on this pack, it would be those two.”“Not to mention,” Nash says, “they’re working with the Moon Rabbit, so who knows what kind of extra powers or magic they might have.”“Especially after that message from the fortune teller,” Sarah agrees, “our best bet is to keep them from ever getting close to you in the first place.”I feel miserable about it, but I do trust everyone here, and they know what they’re talking about. If they say it’s not safe for me to stay at the San Diego pack house, then

“You’ll be safe here, I promise,” Greyson says. We pull up to a massive security gate, imposing wrought iron twisted into the shapes of wolves. Greyson rolls down the window and punches in a code on a little key pad that looks a lot like the new phone Sarah just got me at the mall.At least I have that, I tell myself. I can still talk to Layla and Sarah, and see pictures of Stella, even when I’m all the way out here.The gate creaks open, and Greyson continues driving. We’re on a narrow paved road, but I can’t see any buildings or anything. All we do is drive through a massive forest made up of trees taller than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. ¶“These are the redwoods,” Greyson explains. “Some of the largest trees on earth.”“They’re amazing,” I breathe. I’m still missing the sunny beaches of San Diego, but if I have to be somewhere else, this is pretty gorgeous. “But where’s the cabin?”“Remember how I told you that it’s secret, and highly secured?” Greyson asks.

Sterling shows me around the kitchen, teaching me how various things work. Now I can make myself a cup of hot tea, or warm up leftovers from the chilled box that Sterling calls a fridge. But for dinner, Sterling insists on making everything from scratch. I help him, picking leaves off of fresh herbs and tossing them into the metal bowl he’s working with. It’s nice, being able to work with my hands, making something useful. I remember when Layla and I used to collect magic herbs for our spells, and how she used to save all the less powerful ones to make delicious food with. Sterling pours out some flour, cracking eggs directly on top of the mound, and kneads it into a yellow dough. He rolls it out in a big flat square, the slices it up into smaller pieces. Inside the bowl, along with my freshly picked herbs, he’s added ground beef and a creamy white cheese. This mixture goes on top of the dough pieces before the whole package is wrapped up like a little pouch.Sterling shows