All Chapters of In Love With An Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Can you fix it?” I asked Sean who had spent a few minutes staring at the broken toy. “It’s been damaged for a while now. I have a few tools back at home, that is if you’ll allow me take it home,” Sean replied, taking a glance at Alpha Jonathan as a means of permission from the man. “Why yes you can,” he shrugged and Sean smiled. I watched him closely, he would look at Talia, then look away quickly. He seemed too troubled. “Hey,” I pulled him aside so we could talk. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he replied but I did not buy it. “You wanna stay here a little while longer so you can talk to her? I see you have a crush on her,” I wiggled my brows at him and I could see how his face heated up in a blush. “You would do that?” Sean asked with brighter eyes. “What about Lance?”“He will be fine,” I waved the topic off. I knew he would not be fine at all, Lance had been trying to get me to stay with him and I just brought up unnecessary excuses. “But we will only stay like an hour more,

“Dude it’s time to wake up!” Lance yelled. I grumbled when I heard him shout into my ear. “Did you just call me dude?” I frowned, shuffling around the bed before sitting up and resting on the wooden frame of the bed. “Yes, what do you want to do about it?” Lance raised a brow. “Buzz off,” I said, rubbing my eyes and yawning. “You wish,” he scoffed, then walked away into the bathroom. “What are we doing today?” I asked, audible enough for him to hear. He was taking a shower and I could see hot steam sipping from underneath the bathroom door as the shower kept pouring down. I had to have that kind of a bath too, hot and steamy. “We’re in the winter season, I am going out with some pack mates to get some goods. Winter clothes and food and some more logs of woods,” he replied. I stared blankly at the bathroom’s door, I could imagine him there already. Having a bath under the shower, his hair damp with some strands sticking to his face while he swipes them to the back. “You reall

“Must I wake you up everyday?” Lance whispered to my ear. I was glad he whispered, imagine he yells like he used to. That would have doubled whatever I was feeling. “Oh, it’s morning already,” I mumbled, putting the pillow over my head. “Yes and you need to get up,” he urged me. “I will, I just need you to help me close that freaking window that is opened, it’s so cold right now,” I begged. Lance looked at me, turning his head to the side, to watch my moves. “Okay,” he said slowly, then he walked down to the window and shut it closed. The wind stopped blowing right immediately, I muttered a thank you to him and he nodded, still watching me closely. Sniffing from the running nose I have had since last night, I walked down to the bathroom. I was nowhere near okay and it was not any better this morning. Lance had his suspicions but I could not afford to let him clarify it. He won’t let me out of the house or room again. Turning on the steamer, I let the water steam for a long

HAYLEYSlowly, my eyes opened. The headache I had before had reduced to a more bearable percentage. As expected, my nose had healed. There was a figure hovering above me, it was blurry at first but then I caught a scent and realised it was Lance. “Lance,” I mumbled subconsciously. "No lay down," he said quickly. "What is going on?" I asked, groaning. "You're alright, I was just about to call Dorcas," he smiled warmly at me. “Why what happened?” I asked, frowning at the needle in my hand. “Why am I even here?”I remember us training and I remember falling down but I didn't even know I went unconscious or it was serious enough to be in the hospital. “It’ll make sense to all of us eventually, I promise you that,” he held my free hand in his with a smile. He looked scared, I could even feel his fear. I suspected he knew what was wrong with me but would not tell it to me. He was calling Dorcas possibly because of me. “Am I dying?” I asked numbly. It was best I knew the truth earli

We had been stuck in the library for hours, roaming through the witches section, looking for spells and how to break or trap them. There was no use, but Dorcas and Lance did not seem like they were giving up so soon. The place was as usual, empty but with books neatly arranged. I remembered that Lance had brought in some new section of books, he called it the fiction section. It made children come here a lot but since we had gotten there a little too early, there was no one around. So we locked the doors behind us as we walked in. The dust from dragging out a big old book of spells made me sneeze and begin to cough out. Lance noticed and he rushed to me, collecting the book from me and dropping it on the table that was near. He waved his hands in the air, as a means of waving off the dust so I could stop sneezing. Then he glared at me. “What?” I frowned. “If you just give it back–”“Out of the question,” I cut in, glaring back at him. “A normal person will sneeze when they come