All Chapters of Mate Of The New Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Angela's POV"Angela…"At first, it was like a cool breeze blowing across my skin, circulating the entire place to its peak. That feeling is what I get sometimes- most of the times rather, but-"Angela!" That blasting tone of my step mother came shattering on my head, resting in my brain a piercing pain that left my eyes squeezing shut. Sitting beside my small reading table, I jerk up, shifting my chair aside. My heart beat increases drastically as I stand beside my door now; beads of sweat rolling down the sides of my face. And before I could blink like once, or twice, the door burst open, slamming me against the wall. The smell of gore floods my nose immediately."You idiot of a step daughter! What the fucking hell are you still doing here knowing that you're supposed to be downstairs, cleaning the compound at this time?!" She empties a bucket of chilled water on me, and then throws the bucket beside her, shattering it into a million pieces.Her fists roll into two hefty balls, rea

Angela's POVWhy would I want to have anything to do with such a ruthless man as my mate? I can't accept such! He's a monster who doesn't seem to have any form of compassion for anyone. Who doesn't know Alpha Syrill, one of the most brutal and ruthless alphas of the most dreaded pack around..? Hell no! And how the hell did he get to notice me? Lillo gave me a new face to cover up my badly injured face with. Oh, now I know… it's the mate bond.. He perceived my scent.. now I understand better…Reminiscing on my experience, standing right behind a tree in the woods, a voice calls out to me and I gasp."Mom..?"The sound of that name is something I wouldn't want to ever hear in my head, but what can I do? I still love mom, but this attitude of hers always straining the life out of me, always gives me goosebumps all over. I pick up the polythene bag I placed on top of the dead leaves on the ground, and then become so busy twisting it around my fingers as I hurriedly return back home. We

Alpha Syrill's povThe smell of her hair as she came closer to me, felt like the dew from the fresh morning weather, which leaves you hunting for more. And the rate of her heart beat as it sounded in my head, left me with no other option but to feel the heavy weight of a burden she's carrying. And for how long now? Is what I'd like to know, so I can help my mate out with the best kind of life she could ever get. I just can't let her suffer when she's got me, Syrill, the new Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, as her mate. Never!I planned on asking to know her name, and probably find out more about her, so we could get to know each other better, and get along well.. but she wouldn't let me. Could it be that she's just being stubborn, or is she just trying to protect herself? But from what exactly? I don't bite, you know…Taking a quick glance at Rowan as I turned, the blazing fire shooting from his eyes was nothing short of destruction. 'You don't have to let Rowan's issues distract you,

Syrill's povIt's been two days and I still haven't set my eyes on Angela. Where could she be? She hasn't attended the training for days now, and that's my major reason for going out into gatherings, to see if I could find my mate. Now the moon goddess has been so kind enough to make our paths cross, but fate still wouldn't let us be. I just hope she's fine wherever she is. The thought of my missing mate makes me lose more concentration than I thought, to everything I do. And as it seems nothing else matters more to me till she's found. I understand my father doesn't want me to have anything to do with the outskirts of our pack, but I don't think I can ever adhere to such orders for now, even though it's coming from the head Alpha. I'm now the new alpha of this great Silver Moon Pack, and I can't take orders from anyone, except my father. His reign back then was a great blessing to our pack, even though he didn't rule with his Luna very close to him. I need to correct that impressio

Angela's POVChilling and seeing Barbie series on Netflix in the living room, a chilled bottle of freshly made fruit nectar which I made some couple of hours before I left for my training, is resting nonchalantly on the table, coupled with a bowl of wafers and cookies I prepared some two to three days back, lying helplessly in a bowl. I take a bite from a piece of my cookie, relishing the milky taste as I take my time to chew, gently, and a soft knock comes on the door. I love eating snacks, but my step mom never allows me to. She knows I can make them pretty well, and she always likes asking me to make 'a whole lot for the house', that's her statement, but I'll end up tasting not even a bit from any of the different designs I'll end up making. But since I've been here at Lillo's house, everything has been going excellently. Thank goodness her dad travelled and isn't going to be back any time soon. I return the glass of my juice back to the table, as I stand up to take the door. A g