All Chapters of Alpha Brocks Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brock's perspective: I had been attending to the women we had rescued from Yadiel's grasp, many of whom were terrified and struggling to believe in their freedom. Morgana reeked of death, a scent Stephanie revealed was emanating from Marcella's body, now her unwilling host. But why? Why had she abandoned Yadiel's form? These thoughts raced through my mind just as my mate, my Luna, pierced the silence with a desperate mind-link. The urgency was clear—I had to reach Morgana quickly. I bolted from my chair, my heart throbbing against my ribcage like an imprisoned bird desperate for escape. The image of Morgana—a spectral witch whose legend wound through our pack's history like a dark, unending thread—imprisoned in Marcella, my best tracker, set my pulse racing with dread. It was imperative to remove Morgana from the premises. Our goal was to provide a refuge for these women, and Morgana's presence, brimming with the potential for disorder, undermined that sense of security. Brock's p

Stephanie's Perspective: "Relax, I have no intention of harming you or your unborn child, the offspring of that Alpha. I've infiltrated your sister Crystal's dreams, sending her a clear message that I'm serious. If she wants to protect you, she'll have no choice but to seek me out." Morgana's lips twisted into a sly smirk. My heart pounded against my ribcage, fear, and anger swirling in a turbulent dance. Morgana's presence, an uncanny blend of elegance and threat, filled the sterile confines of my abyss. "I don't trust you," I managed to breathe out, each word a shard of ice. "What do you want with Crystal?" Morgana's eyes glittered like shards of broken glass, and she swept a lock of raven hair behind her ear. "Isn't it obvious?" she purred. "Your sister and I have...unfinished business. And as for you," she stepped closer, and I tensed, "you are merely a means to an end." I had to warn Crystal. But how? Morgana had the uncanny ability to read thoughts, an edge that made her no

Brock’s Perspective:Amidst setting up sanctuary for the rescued women, a desperate mind-link from Stephanie shattered the moment: Morgana had invaded, possessing Marcella's body like a parasitic shadow.I charged to my mate's defense, oblivious to the scene unfolding-Linda, with steely resolve, was invoking a vanquishing charm against Morgana, while Agatha engaged in a deadly dance of distraction.Shock coursed through me as Linda's incantation took hold, ripping Morgana out. But victory turned to ash when Morgana lashed out, ensnaring my mate, dragging her down into the chilling abyss of "The Void".I crumpled, my anguished plea tearing at Linda – where? Where had she cast my mate? Time was a predator snapping at my heels; Morgana's twisted designs for my mate sparked terror in my veins. I had to reach her—before it was too late.Linda's knowledge on retrieving my mate from the clutches of the void proved futile, a reality that gnawed at the edges of hopelessness. Yet Agatha, the se

Brock’s Perspective:As the gleam of the blade hovered a whisper's breadth from my wolf's vulnerable throat, I steadied my racing heart with a singular focus. In the flickering shadows of the imminent threat, I schemed. It was paramount to mind-link Stephanie, to reassure her before panic could take hold. My plan unfolded within the silence of our connection—she needed to trust me now more than ever. Through the mind-link, I poured earnest urgency into my words to Stephanie, "Stephi, have faith in me. I've clocked the warrior tailing me; it's all a ruse to lull him into complacency. I'm the bait, and you, my dear, are the unseen storm he'll never see coming." Stephanie’s Perception:"Got it, Brock," I murmured, my voice a whisper across the intercom. "I'm already silently making my way through the branches, a phantom among the leaves. Poised to strike, I've drawn the blades from my pack, their steel affixed to

Brock's Perspective: Sapphire's endurance had always seemed impenetrable until now. Crumpled on the sofa in my office, she was a storm of despair, her head buried in her hands as she surrendered to her grief. It was all too clear that the burdens of the world, which she'd been shouldering in solitude, had finally crushed her spirit. Torn between indignation and sympathy, I grappled with the enormity of her secret. The thought of her being forced into such a harrowing predicament—it was unthinkable. To have taken her own mother's life, all in the defense of Shifter kind—and possibly humanity itself—was a sacrifice that defied any simple response of mine. I could sense the turmoil within Stephanie, the mate bond churning with conflict. Despite it all, she crumbled, sinking down beside Sapphire to offer comfort in her time of need. Stephanie's Perspective: The revelation thundered in my chest, its sheer magnitude a weight on every breath I drew.