All Chapters of Alpha Jax : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ZHARN MEYERS:"Over there," Amy pointed."Why? You're not gonna come any further?""No, we have to stay here just in case you drown or something. That way, we can get help on time," Amy told me. "Besides, look at Tina, she's shaking. That area is too spooky for her."I looked at Tina, who was not hiding very well behind Amy.I groaned. "Hey, Tina, I can get you a new-"She sobbed. "My dolly. Waaaaaaaaa."I grimaced."I'll get it.""Thank you," she said in the most childish voice ever. How can a six-year-old manipulate her way into getting a doll back?I strode to the lake where the full moon reflected directly on the blue water."We weren't just compatible. Zharn, I want you to stop drowning yourself. Move on, find some peace. Find a beautiful woman you love. Get married too," Cleo's voice rang in my head."You'll always have a place in my life, as a friend."Her wedding ring and pregnant belly flashed before my eyes.Tears poured down."Fuck, I'm a grown man. I can't cry," I told mys

SCARLETT :It all happened in a flash. Two of the rogues were soon bound in ropes with glass shards all over them.Cage was bleeding badly, and the little girl wouldn't stop crying."Are you okay?" Of course, he wasn't okay. He was bleeding badly, but the situation had me feeling almost numb. I didn't know what else to say.Sophie grabbed her bag and took her scarf, tore it, and wrapped it around his bleeding palms."What's going to happen to these two?" Soph asked Cage."They'll be held captive for questioning," Cage replied, panting heavily. "This is unusual; rogues have never neared this pack. We have the strongest men positioned at our borders; they never leave. Our security is the best. Someone planned this obviously; it could be someone within the pack. We'll need them to answer to us, I bet everyone has a question or two for them."Hot and cold air brushed my skin as I got goosebumps due to anxiety."You'll never get anything out of us no matter how hard you try," one of the ro

SCARLETT :"No, seriously. Why is everywhere so deserted?" I asked, peeking through the small hole at the back of the truck where we sat."Let me see." I scooted to the side so Cage could look.He turned to face me. "It really is empty.""I'm scared," Emma mumbled, loud enough for us to hear."It's okay, Emma. We're here," I encouraged her.The truck came to an abrupt stop that made my heart skip a beat."Everything okay?" Cage yelled."Yeah, hold on," Zharn replied. The back of the truck was soon open. "I found something."We got down from the back, and Emma scurried out of the vehicle before we could tell her to stay.Zharn led us to six men from the pack house, four of whom I was familiar with. Three warriors and three trainees.Not too far from them were rogues, beheaded and shot, about eight of them.Six of our men were dead, leaving only one warrior and another trainee severely injured.Sophie clasped her hands over her mouth to contain the shock."H-help u-us," the older man sp

SCARLETT :And speed up we did even more so than earlier. The car kept bumping into things on the road that were scattered around. The journey to the pack house had never felt so far.Zharn didn't take the usual route in fear that we could encounter something or someone beyond our control.The girls screamed, squeezed, and gripped me tighter every time we had to bounce in our positions."Can you guys stop yelling? I think my ears are about to bleed out," Cage grunted."Sorry," the girls apologized."When are we going to get my mom?" Emma tugged at my shirt."Soon. Don't be too worried-"A loud bang against the closed ends of the truck reversed whatever comfort that was supposed to be in my last sentence."Duck, everyone!" Cage yelled as bullets shot holes through it."Sit tight, everyone!" Zharn warned from the front seat. "We've got more bastards on our watch!"Zharn sped up on the brakes, and Emma started crying. The quads remained surprisingly calm; they did not say a word or so mu

SCARLETT :There was nothing uncool about what they wore, not that it wasn't supposed to be a criterion for leading us to impending doom.They were dressed differently from other rogues, both the ones that attacked and the ones we found dead on the way.The four villains stood in the space we were in, their presence heavy. The woman with long purple hair that fell past her waist, looking wild and untamed, had clothes that were dark, fitting her body like a second skin. She wore shiny metallic gloves, and her boots were tall, making no noise. Her golden eyes glowed with power. It felt as if she could snap my head in two without a worry.The tallest man that had purple hair that reached his shoulders had clothes that were tight and dark as well with no sleeves that allowed seeing his huge arm scar that said more than words. The man was no newbie when he came to fight; he had armor on his chest and shoulders. His pants were flexible, built for action. His golden eyes watched us, unamused