All Chapters of The Lost Alpha Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Twenty-one: Mia Conner All I had wanted was a trip to Las Vegas. A vacation. I didn’t want to find out that I was secretly a werewolf Queen or whatever, or that my daughter was next in line for the throne OR that I had a mate who happened to be the world’s biggest asshole. Now, to top everything off, there were witches involved. I mean, Rachel had told me she had used magic to keep me from finding out the truth of who I was. But witches interfering with my future? And my daughters? I didn’t know what to think of any of that. If I hadn’t already spent enough time having fainted, I probably would have fainted again. But now, I was hearing Mason’s thoughts in my head. Everything was already so weird. What did one more weird thing matter? “I thought the witches could meet us there,” said Barrett, “they already know about Harper. They’ve agreed to help Rachel keep her safe. They know how important everything is. But they should be there t

Twenty-three: Mia Conner  My first semester at college had been a blur. I went to class, did homework, and because of Brooklyn, I found myself partying more than I would have. While Brooklyn seemed to go through her fair share of boys, no one seemed to be interested in me. By the time that Spring Break rolled around, I was planning on having time alone to myself to decompress a little bit. But Brooklyn, as always, had other plans.  I was studying in the library when she plopped down in the seat next to me. “You know, we need a party!” she beamed at me.  I sighed. “Brooklyn, we’re always doing something. Seriously, someone came by our place looking for a keg and we’re not even twenty-one yet.”  Brooklyn smiled. “Okay, it’s not really a party we need. We need a vacation. And my parents have an awesome vacation house! It’s going to be totally empty this week.

Twenty-five: Mia Conner  That Spring Break was the worst vacation I had ever taken. I remembered Brooklyn had taken me up to my room, and we spent one afternoon by the pool tanning and having fun. When I woke up the next morning, there was a text from Brooklyn saying she had to deal with some family business but that I could enjoy the house. But not to leave because she’d be back to take me back to school.  For three days, I was by myself, alone.  I tried calling Brooklyn a million times, but no one answered. Then, one morning, I woke up to the feeling of someone touching my neck. I jumped up in bed, and let out a yelp. Standing there, looking at me with a furrowed brow, was Mason.  “Were you…” I thought of the sensation I’d felt. “Were you just checking my pulse?”  Mason nodded. “You were too fucking still. It was unnerving.” &

Twenty-seven:Mia Conner            The party that Spring Break had been something to remember. Brooklyn had gone all out. Somehow, she’d gotten a DJ, a photobooth, and a cotton candy machine, and a tattoo artist. The back lawn of Crescent Manor had been completely turned into something resembling a carnival and a party.            The dress that Brooklyn had conned me into wearing was night blue, with silver half-moons sewn into it. I also wore black, strappy high heeled shoes that were killing my feet. My hair had been curled, and I wore a blue crescent moon choker around my neck that Brooklyn had let me borrow.            I found myself out on the balcony of the guest bedroom that I was staying in, looking out at the madness. It wouldn’t be long before Brooklyn dragged me dow

Twenty-nine:Mia Conner            It wasn’t just getting to the hotel.            We had to check-in. We had to find our room. We had to put our luggage down. Mason insisted on checking to make sure there was no one actually IN the hotel room, because he was a paranoid freak and thought that The Carina Pack was following us somehow. Then, the tearing of the clothes finally happened. It was all sweating, and panting, and licking, and caressing, and….            Then I was on the bed, with a very, very naked Mason Crescent looming over me. “I don’t have a condom,” he admitted, “I wasn’t planning on this happening…”            “I’m on birth control,” I told