All Chapters of Alpha's Secret Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sebastian POV "YOU THINK I WON'T BURN THIS WHOLE F*CKING CASTLE TO THE GROUND WITH US BOTH INSIDE!?""Narcissa—"My palm met the fine porcelain of one of Luna Alexandra's vases before I knocked the offending piece of pottery away from my face. Narcissa was already onto the next one, claw marks scouring the walls. She'd shifted while in her dress, her new bulk of proportions causing the seams to burst, trailing dark feathers from where she'd fled the office. She slammed into the wall, screaming bloody murder, her shoulder dislocating to pop back higher, fur covering the odd disjointing as she continued to shift.She was unstable, coming to her other self in pieces, and she reminded me of a baby bird during its first molt. The moment was private, her weakness an ugly stain on the canvas of her person, a vulnerability that hurt to look at. She sobbed, mouth overcrowded with too many fangs for a human jaw, her mascara running into dark rivers down her angular che

Sebastian's POV "I asked you a f*ckin' question, pretty boy," his breath was a vagrant's rank—the smell of pure alcohol, poor quality dental amalgam, and cheap tobacco. "You deaf or somethin'?""Are you him?" I grabbed his shoulders, claws digging into his coat. "The one who killed Prince Alexander?""What's he going on about, Niko?" A reedy man who'd had fewer teeth than someone's ailing grandmother, shakily stepped to the front, sloshing drink all over himself and the floor. "What's this about you killing a prince?""You killing nobles now?" Another called from the back, a bald gentleman who wore the uniform of a fisher. "That's bad for business, you know. They come for you and they'll be coming for all of us soon enough. You mark me!""He's right!" The man with the Northern accent who'd been so carefree a moment ago seemed withdrawn into his horror now. "The guards have been on edge since the massacre at South Tower. They won't let an oper

Ayda's POV In the brief time I've come to call Castle Lykaia home, I'd never seen the castle go dark.A miasma had fallen on Castle Lykaia like a funeral shroud, wraith-like, as it drained the castle of whatever life still lingered in its halls. For a moment, I was worried, frightened that Narcissa had managed to do the unthinkable with her cult, and once I'd opened the door, I'd be confronted with my worst fears. I could still smell the blood, the sanguine rust, staining the servants' quarters. The bodies littering the floor like broken dolls, women who'd meant quite a lot to me in the scant few weeks I'd come to know them.The castle loomed over Nicolette and me, still dressed in the garb of young men for protection.How peculiar it was that when I'd entered these gates, I'd been gripped by a similar mind-numbing fear, although the reasons were different. Had it really been not so long ago, less than a month even, that I stood upon this very thres

Sebastian's POV I'd been young once, easy to trust, quick to love, earnest in all the ways children are that we lose as we age. How we dim when we learn the way the world is.I remember the day The Witch came to us.Sixteen years ago, we experienced a record heatwave in the Central Plains. I remember being happy it was hot because that meant Alex and I could play stickball in the courtyard with the servants. It also meant that Father was less likely to be out and about in the castle as he usually retreated to his summer cabin deep in the woods off of Castle Lykaia's hunting grounds.Likely entertaining another one of his whores."Mother! Are you watching?""Yes, love, I am." Mother rested her hands on my sister Sophie, still in the round of her belly, which had made Alex and I laugh.In those days, late in her term, the baby sat low upon her like a weight. Perhaps Sophie was being difficult, in a way, not that my mother ever begrudged having chil

Ayda's POV "This isn't up for discussion, Ayda!""To be frank, my love, like Tartarus it isn't!"I cannot believe what I was seeing, and yet, here was proof right before my very eyes.Men were, indeed, fools!"Maybe we should listen to the ladies, Sebastian?" Andreas, bless him, was attempting to go down the road less traveled: compromise. Like Sebastian, he had changed into his fatigues, the emblem of Obsidian Moon emblazoned in blood-red on the back of his double-breasted military tunic."She has my son," Sebastian knelt to finish with his laces, boots polished to perfection. He was wearing the crown of the High Alpha, which he'd refused to wear since his unofficial coronation on the eve of his father's murder. I suppose when war threats were on the table; one did want to look their absolute best. "Who knows what foul magic she has tainted him with already.""You're being impossible! I'm sure everything is fine," but a part of me wondered if Sebas