All Chapters of The Alpha, The Beta or The Rogue?: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I leave the office, so confused by the mixed body language and auras radiating from Evelyn. My many attempts at mindlink were blocked. I was unable to tell if she was simply choosing to ignore us, which would be a defence mechanism no doubt considering the things she was needing to tell us, or if the sick bastard who had demanded we come here, was dosing her with wolfsbane, and therefore taking away her abilities to mindlink. Though, Rek was sure he could faintly sense her wolf. Be it pushed back, or hiding, Rek was certain she was there. I would not be surprised if she was hiding, her wolf would be hurting at the choices Evelyn appeared to be making. A wolf needs its mates. Fated mates are everything to a wolf. Without them a piece of the wolf is missing. And Evelyn was choosing to leave three of those pieces behind. It made no sense. Her wolf would not understand, no matter Evelyn’s logic. I was in pain. Heartache and rejection was raging through my body, and she h

My mindlink to Aiden seemed to be going so well, I think he was accepting my words, which eases my mind a little. I had made sure I had sat with my head in my hands so as to shield my eyes from Blake who was currently sat at his office desk, appearing to scan through some paperwork. I could not risk him knowing I was mindlinking my mates. That could be dangerous. He had already seemed on edge and angry speaking to Jackson, I did not need to anger him further... He had already disturbed me once mid-mindlink, but thankfully he returned to whatever the work was he had chosen to be distracted with. I would not complain, it had allowed me the opportunity to speak to my mate, even for a short time. A chance to explain my actions, so they did not truly hate me. Their reactions had hurt, of that there is no doubt. But, in truth, I knew it would. I knew my words and my actions were going to cause them pain, so of course they would hold resentment toward me for them. We w

I sat in the office, watching Jackson at his best. This was a true Alpha in his element. He was organising, and while I knew he was terrified for our mate, he did not let it effect the way he worked. He was focused and he was determined. He worked so detailed, with a clear mission in sight… Speaking to each pack Alpha in our region in turn, chatting to each one like they were a friend. Knowing details of their family and their pack. He was good. I know the routine, having been an Alpha myself, but I don’t think I ever made that much effort, other than remembering their names. Jackson, however had a page within in his notebook giving him information about each Alpha, their families and their pack, all of which he used when he spoke to them. So when they spoke to him it seemed he genuinely knew them and cared about their well-being. Had I not known of his notebook method I would never have questioned his genuineness, and I highly doubt that those chatting to him had either.

The heavy weight of the door leans against my arm, as the time seems to be dragging. I am sure Evelyn is trying to irritate me. She is certainly taking her time. “Well come on Evelyn” I urged her, she seems to be taking her time as she dawdles re-braiding her hair for the second, maybe even the third time, as I wait for her by the doorway. For a woman who spends the greater portion of her time sitting in this room you would think both her and her wolf would be in more of a hurry to get out into the fresh air. Training was a necessity for us all as werewolves. Of that there was no doubt. And I was desperate to see what strength lay beneath the beautiful surface of this glorious she-wolf. Because, if this vision of my pack seer was to be believed, and I had no reason to not believe her, she had never failed me yet, this she-wolf was rare. Holding a strength to change our region. And that was exactly what I hoped to do – change our region beyond imagination. M

Orla retreated from Blake at his words. ‘This man not right. He attack us. We fight back. Alpha or no Alpha.’ She informs me, and I think I have to say I agree. Yes, my initial reaction when Orla was rippling beneath my skin had been to push her back because we are trained to believe we do not attack or show disrespect to an Alpha, and I feared with the way Blake acted he may see us biting him as disrespect, but now having seen how this had all occurred, Orla is correct. He had attacked us and this was a training session. We had every reason to defend ourselves. Orla positioned herself in almost a pouncing stance, snarling at Blake. She was beyond furious, and I could feel the fear but anger emanating from every pore of her body. I could feel the connection we shared. But the fact it was emanating from her likely meant Blake could sense it too. “Quite an angry little thing is she not?” he sneered. Without the capability to mindlink I could not commun