All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Brenda slept for a couple of hours, rejuvenating her body and spirit. She awoke as the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the expansive gardens visible from her bedroom windows. Brenda stretched languidly, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the night. She rang for Celia, who appeared promptly and helped Brenda out of her travel clothes and into a warm bath. As Brenda soaked in the tub, Celia laid out the black satin gown and all the accessories Brenda would need for the ritual. Celia was one of the few human servants entrusted with the knowledge of Brenda's true nature as a werewolf and witch. Celia had been with the family for decades and was fiercely loyal.Once Brenda emerged from her bath, Celia helped her dress in the gown and affixed a black lace choker around Brenda's neck. The choker had a single blood-red ruby suspended from it, the gemstone catching the light as Brenda moved. Celia swept Brenda's long raven hair up into an elegant twist, leaving a fe

The Woods Were Alive with SuspicionBeatrice aimlessly poked the campfire as Hubert quietly stirred the stew pot suspended over the flames. The old woman had been kind to take them in after Tom's injury, often providing food and medicine. Yet an uneasy feeling nagged at Beatrice. Across the clearing, Tom watched the two women intensely, his eyes never leaving Beatrice. Though grateful for Hubert's aid, he sensed something amiss. He didn't trust the old witch's quiet insistence to stay deep in the woods, away from the werewolf village. Beatrice's thoughts drifted back to the story Hubert told her- the encounter that started it all. The handsome Alpha king Alex commanding they leave the Atlantic kingdom and it’s forests, his eyes kind but tone firm. Hubert's intuitive, scolding Alex for threatening "innocent wanderers".A muscle twitched in Tom's jaw. He hoped Beatrice remained oblivious to whatever scheme Hubert had in mind. Tom wanted no part in treason against Alex or the werewo

Alvin's mind was spinning as he sat across from Hailey at a nearby national cuisine restaurant. "I should be with Deborah right now," he thought, his promise to her echoing in his memories. He and Deborah had been dating for three years. Last night, they had planned a special date to assure themselves of the future. But this morning, Alvin had gotten an unexpected visit from Hailey, his mate he hadn't seen in a while. She was in Alvin’s town for one night and insisted they catch up over dinner and stay together until the full moon appears.Alvin had hesitated, mentioning his plans with Deborah. But Hailey brushed it off, saying they could just have a quick bite before the full moon. Alvin, not wanting to be rude, agreed. Now, sitting across from Hailey, the guilt and confusion hit him. Hailey chatted away, oblivious to Alvin's inner turmoil. He tried to focus on what she was saying, but his mind kept drifting to Deborah. He imagined how hurt she must be, waiting for him. "Alvin? Ar

The night before;George trying to shake the eerie feeling creeping up his spine. The double knocks on the small cabin door had unsettled him, arousing long-forgotten instincts of fear and flight. He hadn't meant to stray from the trail. But the thick grove of trees had beckoned, luring him further into the green shadows. Now he found himself at the weathered door of a run-down cabin, deep in a part of the woods he didn't recognize. Knock. Knock. The sound came again, sending a shiver down George's back. His mind conjured up dark images - a ghostly figure beckoning from beyond the door. A monster lurking in the shadows, hungry for prey. With a jolt, George realized night was falling quickly. The woods had grown dim, the the trees taking on strange shapes in the twilight. He glanced back at the cabin, hesitating. Something - or someone - was in there, waiting. A wave of adrenaline coursed through him. Every instinct told him to flee, to put as much distance as possible between hims

Charles POV The air was alive with restless energy as the moon slowly rose above the ancient redwoods. Wolf jaws cracked and yellow eyes glowed in anticipation as the clearing filled with wolves of every shape and size. This was no ordinary full moon. By ancient law, all the alphas of Atlantic kingdom were gathering to pay homage to the king of werewolves - Alpha Alex of the Crescent Moon pack. Damon, massive black fur bristling, paced at the head of the Blue Moon pack. His wolves fanned out in orderly rows, eyes watching everything. Aquinas, the lean gray wolf of the Deep Water pack, sat calmly with his wolves arrayed behind him. Silverton, silvery coat shining, led theSilver Moon pack into the clearing. His wolves danced and played, young and free-spirited. I sat in my room, staring out the window as the full moon cast an eerie glow over the world outside. I felt an overwhelming sense of angst, a feeling of fear and uncertainty that seemed to grip me tightly and refused to let