All Chapters of The Alpha's Deceit: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LANDON:Venita didn't have to yield to my wishes; I couldn't bear seeing Sasha in pain. Soon enough, my team, under Dr. Grant's supervision, took charge. A little pressure on the so-called Dr. Valley, and he gave us the permission we needed. It was a breakthrough. I arranged for Sasha to be brought back to my residence, to the private hospital unit I had constructed within my home. Due to our unique nature; I had both human and werewolf staff. This ensured privacy and security, essential for situations when either myself or a member of my pack faced unforeseen circumstances. Dr. Grant was the primary overseer of all medical affairs, supported by a team of capable doctors. Among them, only one was a werewolf, and that was acceptable as long as they understood the importance of discretion and delivering excellent care.As we arrived home, Dr. Grant was already in action, directing the team to move Sasha from the ambulance to the facility. Machines were swiftly connected to monitor her.

LANDON:“Now, to what do I owe this reunion, Family?” I asked. "Let's keep it short and simple. I have other important things to do." "Not even a hug, I'm excited to see Mum and Dad, or how did you guys survive that long in exile? Really, Son?" my mum asked. A sly bitch. The very source of my hatred for dubious women. My mum, Mrs. Ashley Kurt, at fifty-five years old, possessed a pair of striking green eyes - a feature I had inherited from her. Those eyes held an undeniable power, an intense gaze that seemed to run in our family. Tiny wrinkles clustered underneath her eyes, evidence of a life lived making calculated moves. Her face had a striking beauty, the kind that commanded attention and demanded respect. High cheekbones and a perfectly shaped nose added to her captivating charm. She spared no expense in maintaining her youthful appearance.Her tastes were extravagant, reflecting her love for luxury. From designer clothes to exquisite jewelry adorning her neck, she exuded class.

LANDON:"What? Why rush things so fast? We could take our time with the engagement; there's no need to hurry into the wedding," Michael pointed out. My temper flared. "How dare you question my decision? Are you the one getting married, or am I? Don't speak unless I've given you permission!" I snapped. "I'm sorry, Alpha Landon. I'll be more cautious," he apologized. "Good." I exhaled. "If that's all on the marriage subject, Alex, please take your leave. I'd like to have a private discussion with my pack members." "Yes, Alpha," Alex acknowledged, standing up and exchanging greetings before departing, guided by Cross. "Cross, have a seat," I instructed, and he promptly took the chair to my right. "Now, I'd like to hear a report on recent events in the pack," I stated, focusing my attention on Cross. While I spoke with him, I knew that Ashley and Michael were having a silent conversation through their mate bond. As much as I could eavesdrop, I chose not to delve into their thoughts.

LANDON:As I continued working into the night, my surroundings faded into a blur, and time seemed to slip away. The seriousness of the recent revelations hung heavily on my thoughts. Dr. Grant's information about Sasha's condition and her impending shift had me on edge. My wolf was persistent, nudging at my consciousness, urging me to embrace the transformation that had become second nature to us. With a sigh, I yielded, undressing quickly, and letting my wolf win by transforming.In an instant, I shifted, my form melding from human to the magnificent white wolf that was my other half. The freedom that came with the shift was reliving. The transformation from a human into a werewolf was a breathtaking yet agonizing journey that I was all too familiar with. It always began with an unsettling sense of restlessness as the moon's influence became more pronounced. My heart quickens, echoing the rapid pace of my racing thoughts, and my senses sharpen to an almost overwhelming degree.It pro

VENITA:I dropped Sasha off at school, and with Landon caught up in his business duties, I decided to wait near her school for the dismissal time. It made more sense than making an extra trip. I settled in a peaceful park not too far from Sasha's school, where the gentle breeze and the melodious songs of chirping birds provided a calming atmosphere. I needed this time alone to gather my thoughts, away from the complexities that surrounded me. Watching the kids play, and the parents chasing after them, brought a brief smile to my face. I was living a part of my childhood through those youngsters. I was determined to give Sasha the experiences she deserved. One of those was having a loving family. Despite the challenges life had thrown my way, I held onto the dream of giving Sasha what my parents had: true love and a complete family. My worries nagged at me, though. I feared I might never find the right person to be a great father for Sasha, something she longed for deeply.Sitting on