All Chapters of The Alpha's Trapped Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My arm was locked with Lorenzo's as we were greeted by various people in the ballroom. Lorenzo held me like a trophy, warning that if his trophy—his property—was touched, then you would be thrown to the wolves. He had canceled my going to work that day for his Famigilia function in New York and had insisted that I go with him or I would stop going to work—“after all, I have more than enough to take care of you,” he had said. This was the second time he interfered in my job since the first month. I felt dispirited because of this. I wouldn't get to see Neil for God knows how long. I remembered his seizures; what if it happened again and there was no one around to help him? What if he died from it? And he had refused to go to the hospital. The thought of not seeing Neil made me anxious. I wanted to be there for him. I remembered his eyes as he looked at me, the way he held my hand. There was something in his gaze that told me he needed me, even if he didn't say the words. I felt like

The cold water from the shower worked its way around my body as I shut my eyes. It had been a long, hectic, and boring day without Amelia. I watched her desk all day long, imagining her sitting behind it and working. I felt so lonely, so empty without her. I longed to have her in my arms, but Lorenzo kept interfering, and I was having enough of this. Neil… I suddenly heard her voice, as if she was calling me for help. Perhaps I was losing my focus, thinking too much about her. But almost immediately, I heard her voice again. Neil… That was when I realized that it was Amelia calling out to me. She was in trouble and afraid. She needed me. I turned off the shower and strained against the silence, desperate to reach out to her. I could feel her fear, her anxiety, her panic—a sign that she was in trouble and I was the only one who could help her. I bounced out of the bathroom, trying hard to send my own thoughts, to let her know that I was here, that I was listening, and that I was co

I didn't know what happened or how it happened, but all I knew was the first wolf lay on the floor, in a pool of its own blood with eyes wide open. I remembered almost getting impaled by the stalagmite above, but landing had given me the upper hand. It didn't take long, and the first wolf was forcefully torn apart by my claws. Sphinx grabbed the gem with his snout and canines, wondering what being an alpha entailed. It would not be about my mate only; other lycans would depend on me. Sphinx tightened his grip around the gem, readying himself for the long run back to the pack's training field. But as Sphinx sprinted back, I noticed something strange. There was a scent in the air. It was the scent of another wolf. As Sphinx sniffed the air, trying to make sense of the scent, he stepped into a snare. I felt the sharp metal bite into his paws, and I yelped in pain as Sphinx growled. I saw a pair of eyes followed by a muscular grey body appear from the parting leaves. That was when I saw

The Farem group had been on my nerves since the day I murdered their little group's consiglieri. The capo of the Farem group was starting something she couldn't finish. I was going to show her who owned Chicago. Raiding their headquarters in Greenpalms did not stop them; slaughtering almost all their members, including their capo's father, in my counter-attack did not stop the so-called “Collete” from launching another attack on one of my warehouses last night. I lost a shit ton of money and a good number of men. Damn! That woman was a pain in the arse! I was discussing strategy plans regarding the Farem group, and I thought it was high time I took this Farem nonsense seriously. I wasn't doing it because they killed my parents, but because if I didn't stop them now, the city would lose its fear of me, and I'd lose my respect. The Farem group had been interfering with the drug and gun shipments we had been receiving from the cartel down in Europe. My men were turning up dead at shipmen

I stared at the unconscious man, his head bent lazily. I was already bored of waiting that I felt like punching him back to consciousness. “Capo, this is getting us nowhere. He doesn’t seem ready to wake up,” Logan said. “I need information from him. I need to know every fucking thing about the Farem group and put an end to this madness soon!” I shouted in fury. “Leo, I need you to call Mirabel and inform her to assemble the men and meet us at the cross-section. Once I get my information, we’re off to execute plan B.” Leo nodded and took out his cellphone, moving to the other side of the room. I watched our captive as he moved his body and groaned in pain, probably remembering that a bullet had gone right through his kneecap. Slowly, he raised his head to look at me. I pulled out my knife and drew a chair opposite him. I began to clean the blade carefully to express the tension in the air. It was either he gave me the answers I needed, or I would torture him to death—well, either w