All Chapters of The Alphas And Their Human Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Alpha Jax Blackwood, how disappointing to see that you have disregarded the first rule of the Doe.” His attempt to convey sadness was lost on his face. “Surely someone must have told you that the Doe is not yours to keep. She is for no one to keep. Her beauty is for all to see and admire, and her powers are to be used to the advantage of the strong. She is not for a world of love. It is not her calling.” He took a step to the side, eyeing the stall where Lola was shutting her eyes and holding Melissa close. A sneeze echoed in the barn, and Ash closed his eyes. “Seriously.” Ash gritted. Jax bit down on his tongue and shook his head. “Are you going to tell me that was a mouse?” the man asked. “Will you believe us if we do?” Ash asked and squinted. “I’ll be grabbing the girl and taking my leave now if you don’t mind.” Jax reached out his hand and pressed it against the man’s shoulder. “I do mind. She isn’t yours to take.” he said and snapped the man’s neck. The other two rushed t

His hands roamed her body, appreciating every inch of the girl lying next to him. His fingers slipped under the shirt and up her front, feeling her arms relax around herself.Jax pressed his lips against her neck, and his tongue slid over the spot under Lola’s ear that made her body tingle.“Good morning,” Lola said and smiled.“I like this shirt on you,” Jax said, his voice giving away that he had just woken up.“Oh yeah?” Lola turned around to face him. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his.Jax’s hand slid down on her lower back and he pulled her in closer.“You look good. How are you feeling?” Lola asked.“Like you saved my life.” He gazed into her eyes, the dark color twinkling as he watched her.“Well I did owe you one,” she murmured.He shifted Lola’s body so she was positioned under him, and he held his hands pressed against the pillows.Lola’s lips tugged up as they met with Jax’s. The heat of their bodies radiated through their skin, and every nerve was pulling, yea

Lola sat in the town square on a bench in the roundabout. She held her coffee cup and looked at the people roaming around in peace. The university students were jumping gleefully over the town’s annual Harvest Moon fest- they were putting up lights with various colors in the trees and decorating the benches. The town shops were all preparing their windows and facades.Lola smiled, watching everyone laugh. Dressed in coats with mittens and scarves, they took to town with a joy that only the small-town festivities could bring.Couples held hands and walked under the streetlights. The bakery had put on a pumpkin event for the children where they carved their own pumpkins, and a prize was given to the best one.“Lola.”She was pulled away from her thoughts and shifted on the bench. Jax stood behind her, his voice was low and a hint of fear seeped into her name when he spoke. He walked around and took a seat.“Hi,” she said and smiled.She hadn’t seen him all afternoon and tried her best to

Jax stormed out of the bedroom. He stopped in the hallway and turned around, his eyes locked down on Lola who was still pressed against the wall as though someone held her there.“We’re going home.” He commanded, leaving no room for objections.Lola seethed when she walked out. Melissa stood in the door with the others and Lavina quickly scanned Lola when they walked out.“Are you leaving?” Melissa asked looking at Lola.“Yes,” Jax answered.“I wasn't asking you,” Melissa said and raised a brow.Ash was scanning Lola intently, watching how her lips turned and her eyes narrowed and he noticed the flushed cheeks gradually mellowing.“She’ll give you a call,” Ash said, mediating the conversation.“With what?!” Lola snapped.All eyes turned on her and she felt the burn from Jax’s scorching gaze. He was not the only one putting up walls to shield himself from the pain of caring about someone who hurt you.She felt the walls coming up one by one and soon he would be completely shut out. The

Lola and Melissa were walking on the streets in town, passing stores and cafes and listening to the music playing on the speakers. “Oh here, sweetheart, can you hold that?” Greta, the owner of the antique store, asked and handed a colorful light string to Melissa. “Of course, Greta,” she smiled and helped hold the string while Greta stood on the stepping stool and hung the lights across her windows. Greta was much like everyone's grandmother in Wild Cliff and refused to be talked to as Mrs anything even though she’d been married for thirty-three years to her husband. “Thanks, honey,” Greta said and took the last string from Melissa's hands. They walked past the street musicians who were studying music at the university, many of whom wanted to travel across the country. Beautiful guitar-strung notes traveled with the wind over the festive town and tonight was the night of the harvest festival- which meant laughs in plenty and everyone coming together. “I want to hear everything a