All Chapters of The Alpha Who Stole My Life: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DAVID Desperatation… After her question, about whether I’d let her go, any hopes I had for her to stay just vanished. I knew my time with her was limited. Doctor Sully gave me two, maybe three, years. I wished it could be more, but she already knew. Somehow, she found out. And I had no other option but to tell her the truth. I would lose her forever if I didn't. However, hadn't I already lost her? And the toughest part: was I prepared to lose her? No, I was not. And never would be! Then Richard came, confirming that she was leaving tomorrow, and then Mom, who started scolding and lecturing me as if I wasn’t ashamed of myself. I was! From the moment I stabbed her with that tranquilizer. I was! Their words didn’t hurt me as much as the pain I saw in Ariadne’s eyes. Hurting her was killing me. I knew that eventually; this time would come. I was waiting for her anger and sadness, but deep inside, I nurtured a hope that our love would be enough for her to stay. That… that our love

DAVID A week. Zeus kept me to grieve just for a week. If I could stay there in the depths of our minds forever, I would do it. But he said we had a pack to take care of, so he forced me to shift to my human form. Yet I knew what I had to do, even though he wasn’t on board with that. I found myself lying at the packhouse’s rear entrance, naked. I went up, showered, and got dressed. I read the note she left me. Be fucking happy. Yeah… Sure! That was definitely not gonna happen. No one touched our room, and I was thankful for that. I could still smell her. Her scent was faint, but still here. On the one hand, I liked it, on the other hand, it was torture. But as I said before, that was my punishment. I asked Richard to gather the pack. I needed to address them about Ariadne. What I intended to do was tell them the truth. I reached the place where everyone was waiting for me. They bowed their heads in respect as I walked among them toward the place I was to speak from. I cleared my th

CHAPTER 1 – Your WolfARIADNEIt’s been over a decade and a half since I walked away from David.Not a day has passed without me thinking of him.Is it possible to continue being in love with someone you haven't seen in years? Even despite the vast distance separating you from him?Well, let me give you the answer.It is.And I am living proof of that impossible yet unbreakable love.I blamed the mate bond at the beginning. Still, I was aware that this was not the case. We had rejected each other. I saw him writhing in agony before me, taking all the pain of our bond breaking on him. That’s not what I wanted. I never wanted him to suffer. I would embrace that pain, too. Instead, I was only left with the guilt of what his actions had caused. Ashamed of being an unfaithful wife and a mother who abandoned her children.Even without my knowledge.If I had forgiven him for kidnapping me?Yes, I had.I knew it was absurd. I knew what he did was out of logic, unethical, and totally wrong. How

JOHN Mamá said I’m not crazy. Mamá said she would explain. Mamá said it’s my wolf who’s talking to me. ‘I told you so…’ I heard the irritated voice again in my mind. ‘Shut up!’ I countered. ‘I told you to shut the fuck up!’ ‘Mom will scold you if she hears you bragging, dude!’ Came the voice again. No, I’m not crazy. No, I’m not hearing voices in my head. Everything is fine. Everything is wonderful. Mamá will explain everything and the annoying voice will eventually stop. ‘Ha. News flash, dude. Mom never said that I’d stop talking to you. Let’s quickly purchase these ingredients and go home. I want to eat that chocolate cake mom bakes. It’s delicious.’ He mumbled. ‘How do you know? You started talking a couple of days ago?’ ‘Yes, I woke up a few days ago, but I’ve been with you since… forever.’ The voice elaborated. ‘Why are you talking in English?’ I asked, intrigued that the voice kept blabbering in a foreign language. ‘Ha, I know Greek too. But I prefer English. That’s the

ARIADNE «… και όλοι να λένε να ένας σοφός!» [Last words of the Happy Birthday song in Greek]. “Happy Birthday, John.” We all wished him well, kissing both of his cheeks. I started cutting the cake when Annelise couldn’t wait anymore and pushed again for answers. “So, now that the party is over, can I know the reason you are having a trip with John? If you could wait a few more days, I could join you as well. I still have two more lessons for the exams to finish, and I would be free.” Annelise, my daughter, suggested. “Unfortunately, you can’t join us on this trip,” I responded. “And why not?” She countered, offended. We had talked with Theo about that; when the time came and John had to learn about his real identity, his siblings had to learn the truth, too. Apart from two things: That John and his father were werewolves, and that David had kidnapped me. So, we would stick to the story Theo had told them back then, that I had left for an urgent job matter abroad, and then we wo