All Chapters of Alpha's Caged Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Bella knew she’d done the right thing by Ava, but there was no way that she could keep such an enormous secret from her boss. She had the sense to wait until Noah had cleared Ava’s belongings out of the club and successfully absconded with the girl before she picked up the phone.​ The longer she waited to tell Xavier that Ava was no longer inside of the club, the worse the consequences would be for all of them.​ The line rang for longer than it should have. Bella momentarily entertained the thought of simply leaving Xavier a voice message, explaining everything that had happened. Then, she could clear her conscience without having to witness the male’s imminent meltdown for just a bit longer.​ As with most wistful thoughts that were too good to be true, the hope dissipated when Xavier picked up on the seventh or eighth ring. ​ “Xavier Michaels.” His voice was low and staticky over the line as if the connection was only seconds from dropping.​ “Mr. Michaels, this is

To the naked eye, the small campsite didn’t look like much. A couple of utility tents sat abandoned around an empty fire pit. Normally, their most prominent cause for concern would be the roughly half-dozen discarded beer bottles lying haphazardly around the area.​ The site looked for all the world like a few careless hikers had strode too far into the woods and simply stepped out to take a leak. It certainly didn’t look like evidence of a conspiracy that could throw hundreds of years’ worth of collaboration down the drain.​ But, make no mistake, that was exactly what this was. Xavier scented the faint tracings of at least one Wolf that had used this campsite sometime in the not-too-recent past. Since this land was private property and too far out to be used for recreation purposes anyway, there shouldn’t be traces of anyone here. Especially not any Wolves.​ “Shit. The ashes are still warm.” Xavier turned to find Liam kneeling next to the empty firepit. The male’s fingers

When the group of shadowy figures leaped from the darkness and onto their makeshift camp, they were ready. Xavier, Dylan, and Liam had spent the afternoon trading war stories from their days in Alpha training back and forth. The hours had stretched on for longer than any of them had anticipated, but not once did they let their guard down.​ Whoever these people were, they were far from amateurs. The sun had fully set before any of them had heard the first twig snap underneath the weight of a hefty boot. Only a decade of conditioning had kept the males’ muscles relaxed, their banter light. None of them were willing to let their surveyors onto the fact that they were hyper-aware of their presence.​ Their stalkers became more vigilant after that, taking even more time to gather themselves and prepare for an offensive ambush. When the rogues finally did engage, the ambush was silent, sudden, and larger than Xavier and the others had anticipated. ​ “That looks like a hell of a l

The coordinates brought them to the base of a mountain ridge about five miles out from the campsite. At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the area. The woods were as dense here as they were throughout the rest of the forest, the lack of a clear trail leading to their theory that the rogues operated in small groups. Fewer people gathered at one time meant that there was a smaller chance for their activity to be detected. ​ Upon reaching the coordinate’s origin point, Xavier and the other Alpha’s spent an hour surveying the area, sticking to the shadows, and waiting for further signs that the area was occupied. So far, they’d detected nothing but a couple of cameras hidden in the branches of a few trees pointing at the base of the mountain.​ Dylan picked up a rock and tossed it past one of the camera’s line of vision. When it didn’t move to track the motion, he did it again, only this time leaning forward, allowing the camera to catch sight of his hand th

“What does that mean?" Ava asked, staring warily at the nine cards that were gently floating in the space between herself and the witch. “Are they bad?”​ Marnie stared at the cards, engrossed in some hidden meaning that Ava was unable to ascertain, “The cards are neither good nor bad, Were-girl. They’re just an interpretation of events happening around you that you may or may not consciously understand.”​ “Then why do you look so concerned?” She questioned.​ “Because the story these cards are telling suggests that there’s a lot more left unspoken than I’d originally thought.” Marnie’s eyes shifted from the cards to Ava, “Whatever it is you’ve got going on, I highly doubt it’s going to be sorted out today.”​ Ava sighed, “What will this tell me, then?”​ Marnie shrugged, “That’s technically up to you to decide on account of, I don’t know you or your life. But, hopefully, it will give you some perspective. Help you identify some areas in your life that need attending