All Chapters of Alpha Harris A Betrayed Bond: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Third Person's POV Harris was beyond pissed that these assholes came into his territory and not only hurt his people, they killed a really good friend. As if he wasn't hurting enough from killing his mate 4 months ago, now they had to go and kill Brian's brother. Harris glances toward Brian and Jack when he hears Brian crying. He looks away as fast as he can when he sees Brian cradling his dead brother. Instead of feeling sad, rage courses through the Alpha and he finds himself wanting to slice through each of their throats. Harris looks at the redhead who is struggling in one of his warrior's arms. The bitch glares at him while growling and that only angers Harris more. Harris storms forward and firmly grips her chin, shoving her head back, and forcing the broad to look at him. "How dare you bring your fucking people into my territory an not only injure my men, you killed one too! And then you have the fucking audacity to look at me like that! I don't care if you are a she-wol

Third Person's POV The Beta couldn't stop growling at anyone who stepped into his mate’s room. As torn as Cyrus was, and as angry as he was that his mate killed Jack, he couldn't leave his side. And for some damn reason, he couldn't push aside the feeling of wanting to bite off anyone's head that stepped into his mate's room. The nurses were getting annoyed when every time they needed to draw blood or even adjust the Beta's IV, their own stupid Beta would lunge for them. ... Atticus sat in the hospital bed with River curled up against him asleep. He was devastated when he felt Tristan die, and he was more than relieved when he felt his lifeline return, and the bond he has to Tristan, as his Alpha, reconnect. Atticus knew he wouldn't be able to just wander around this place as he pleased. But he wasn't expecting it would take so long to get permission to see Tristan. It's been over two hours, and he still hasn't been cleared to go see Tristan. He's not sure what hurts more

Third Person's POV It doesn't matter how hard Harris tries not to think about him, he does, and it pisses him off. He was beyond angry when he looked at the clock and it read 3:48 a.m. He had to be up in almost 2 hours, and he still had not slept a wink. ‘All because of that stupid Alpha and his God-like body... No, Fuck!’ Harris cursed himself. 'That's not what it is! Damn it! He's just... I fucking hate him!' Harris cursed the man again for what seemed like the millionth time. Harris tried to tell himself the man didn't have a body like a god. He tried forcing himself to stop thinking about him, and wishing there was no such thing as the mate bond. Harris once again told the Moon Goddess where to shove it. And then for just a moment, Harris felt guilty for the things he said to her, but then he remembered the face Brody made as his claws pierced his chest and wrapped around his heart. Nothing in the world can describe the look on his face. Nothing in the world can describe wha

Third Person's POV Atticus looked at the people they passed while walking down the hall. He took note of how large the pack house was. The hall leading from the stairs all the way to the back door was long. There are doors all along the hall and Atticus wondered what they were for. The back door flies open and two little boys come racing in. Atticus watches, surprised as the children scream and giggle as they run down the hall while being chased by a small Omega with white hair. Atticus expected the children to keep racing past, but instead, they tried to tackle his mate as they screamed his name for help. Atticus is surprised again when he hears Harris laugh as he picks the two little ones up. "Help us, the monster said he's going to eat us up!" The smaller little boy said, who looked very similar to the Omega walking towards them. "Oh no, I can't let that happen! How about let's eat daddy up instead." Harris said and the little ones became excited and began chanting “let'

Third Person's POV Tristan laid in bed, thinking of all the times he sat around the campfire, trying to figure out who would end up with who, and getting excited for those who found love. He thought of all the times he sat there wondering if he'd ever find love. Wondering if he'd ever find his mate with the luck that they were stuck in, always on the run, and no one ever giving them a chance. Everyone always assumed the worst of them and shunned them before finding out who they were. He thought of all the countless nights he prayed to the Goddess to help him find his mate. And now he wonders why he wasted his time. He should have known better. He should have known with their luck, and the fact that they had no home, everything would go wrong when he found him. He should have known his mate wouldn't want him, why would he? Tristan thought and then looked down at his clothes. He couldn't remember the last time he wore new clothes. Clothes that weren't washed in the river and hun