All Chapters of Alpha Brocks Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Brocks Perspective: With Vincent's message heavy on my mind, I retreated to my office, intent on reaching out to Sapphire again. Upon entering, I gently settled Stephanie onto the couch, noticing her quietly exhaling in relief. But moments later, she sprang to her feet. My voice took on an edge. "Stephanie, where do you think you're going?" I demanded. Stephanie faced me, unflinching. "Brock, no offense, but I'm escaping your smothering watch. I'm off to the office you had set up for me—I need sanctuary, and I need it now!" With a brisk wave, she darted through the door. I attempted one last time to contact Sapphire through the communication stone. Her form flickered sporadically, materializing and dematerializing in the room, before she collapsed onto the floor in agonizing pain. "Sapphire, what's wrong? How can I help?" Sapphire could only manage a weak shake of her head, unable to speak. In a rush, I initiated a mind-link with Dr. M

Stephanie’s Perspective:As I grasped the truth in Brock's words, my jaw fell open in disbelief—it was unlike him to jest. Brock, always seemingly mature beyond his years, paralleled the serious nature others often attributed to me. Yet, unlike him, I had submitted to youthful antics, nudged into mischief by my best friend Linda's playful spirit. A soft giggle escaped me as I indulged in those fond memories.Leaping from my chair, I sprang away from my desk when Brock advanced toward me with clear intentions of picking me up, which I vehemently rejected. A swift kick to his shin gave me my chance to escape. I dashed for the elevator, desperately jabbing at the call button until impatience took over. Concluding it would be too slow, I charged toward the stairwell and tore down the flights of stairs to the level of Brock's office, my feet barely keeping pace with my urgency.Brock's sinister laughter chased me down the hallway, his taunting voice slici

A gust of cool night air brushed into the room, bringing with it a figure shrouded in a dark hood. The newcomer stepped into the warm glow of the overhead lights, lowering the hood to reveal a familiar face marred with scars and eyes that had seen centuries.It was Marcellus, the ancient, nomadic oracle type of werewolf, a pariah among our kind known for his wisdom and his voluntary exile. His arrival was as much a surprise as it could be a boon—or a bane."Marcellus," I greeted cautiously. "What brings you here?"He met my gaze with a steady one of his own. "I heard the whispers of the wind, the murmurs of the earth —they speak of a balance disturbed, a peril that threatens to unravel the seams between realms," Marcellus said, his deep voice resonating with an urgency that seemed to echo the rustling leaves outside. "I come to aid, though my path is mine alone.""You know of our dilemma?" Sapphire inquired, her guarded stance easing slightly.

Stephanie’s Perspective: I watched as Rylan, Vincent, and Brock stood on the precipice of the unknown, ready to shatter the veil of the void in a daring quest to rescue Crystal. Among them, a new ally: Jared Silverton, the former lover whose betrayal had twisted Selena's mind to madness. His presence was a wild card, his motives enigmatic, as they prepared to dive into the abyss. I watched them, the silhouette of their resolve just a shade darker against the trembling light of dawn. The void was a place of twisted echoes, and even the steeliness in my mate's eyes couldn't dispel the anxiety that clung to my backbone. I had always been the one whose veins pulsed with the thrill of peril, the one who thrived on the intoxicating rush of possible doom. Yet there was an undeniable trembling in my soul at the mere thought of the void. Something in that infinite darkness had not just erased fragments of my memory – it had devoured pieces of my very essence. The terr

Jeremy’s Perspective:Desperation gnawed at us as my father, and I grappled with Crystal's disappearance. We turned to Selena for answers, but her recollections were nothing more than fragments, a jigsaw puzzle destroyed by her own turbulent psyche. Where to begin the search for Crystal was a riddle without an apparent solution.The weight of the night's revelations spurred a resolution within me. It was time to reveal to my father the truth I had harbored for years: I had found my mate. The decision to claim her felt right; the events of tonight had deepened my appreciation for the blessings of the Moon Goddess and the sacred bond she bestows. I knew my confession would challenge my father’s traditional views, views which would either evolve or dissolve when I ascended as the Alpha of the Silverton Pack. For I was determined to herald a new era, one willing to abandon antiquated customs or forgo the mantle of leadership entirely.My voice faltered a