All Chapters of The Stolen Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cathryn Roderick's pale skin now wore a warm, gentle glow, her brown hair streaked with threads of silver, a testament to the passing of time. Her green eyes, once clouded with pain, now shine with a soft, loving light, a beacon of warmth and guidance for her daughter Rosalind. Her slender body, once wracked with labor, now moved with a quiet confidence, a sense of purpose that comes from nurturing a child. Her hands, once trembling with uncertainty, now cradled Rosalind with a gentle, practiced ease, a soothing balm to her daughter's soul.Cathryn's voice, once a primal scream, whispered soft words of encouragement, a gentle melody that filled Rosalind's heart with joy and security. Her laughter, once a distant memory, now rang out, a warm, throaty sound that wrapped Rosalind in a sense of belonging. Her eyes, once haunted by the past, now shone with a deep, abiding love, a sense of pride and wonder at the young woman Rosalind had become. Cathryn's presence was a sanctuary, a safe ha

Realizing how Tristan already met his birth family without any of them knowing, Laura was amazed at the twist of fate that connected members of the strange family. She was, however, happy that Rosalind was a kind girl, brought up by a kind mother. She was assured that Tristan would not have problems relating with them as he would begin to explore his new life. His family would be able to give him what Laura could never give him; his werewolf heritage.Rosalind's eyes returned to Tristan, her expression softening. She took a step forward, her hand reaching out. "Tristan?"Tristan's face lit up with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with tears. "Rosalind."Rosalind's gaze lingered on Tristan's face, her eyes widening in astonishment. "No wonder, your eyes, your hair, they are just like mine. Now I understand."Tristan's smile faltered, his expression filled with a mix of emotions.Rosalind's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Oh my goodness, I remember now! I saw yo

Tristan's body contorted, his limbs elongating and his senses heightening. He felt his mind slipping, his control faltering. The transformation was taking over, and he could not stop it.Athena's eyes widened as Tristan's bigger wolf form emerged, his jaws wide open, revealing razor-sharp teeth. The enforcer sprang into action, but Tristan was too fast. He swatted the other wolf aside, his claws raking across the enforcer's chest.But as Tristan turned to face Athena, he saw the fear in her eyes. And something inside him snapped. No, he thought, his mind reeling. I will not be a monster. With a Herculean effort, Tristan resisted the wolf's instincts, fighting to regain control. He turned and ran, his feet thudding against the earth, his heart racing with fear.Athena's voice echoed through the forest, calling out to him, but Tristan did not look back. He could not. He was too afraid of what he might see. As he ran, Tristan's wolf form began to falter, his body shifting back to its hum

Shocked at Cthryn’s instruction that Tristan should not call her his mom, the twins exploded with questions.“What?” Tristan asked.“Why?” Rosalind asked at the same time.Cathryn sat down with her head bowed.The prophecy. Cathryn thought as her mind roved the past. There was a prophecy about a set of twins. The ancient words, spoken by a long-forgotten seer, echoed in her mind: "Twins of moonlight and shadow, born of blood and fire, shall save the pack from eternal night."Cathryn's eyes snapped back to her children, her heart racing with a mix of fear and wonder. Tristan and Rosalind, twins, born of her and Orion's love, could it be? Could they be the ones? Cathryn was originally from Bloodmoon pack, the daughter of the alpha and Orion’s mother was a daughter of fire, from Fireloop pack. They have blood and fire in their roots.The room began to spin, the air thickening with an otherworldly energy. Cathryn's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Oh, gods, it cannot be!” She suddenl

Athena spent the next few days in intense training, honing her skills and learning new ones. She practiced tracking, fighting, and survival techniques, pushing herself to her limits. She chose to become useful as a pack tracker; this might help her personal mission in the future. Jasper watched her with a keen eye, his expression unreadable. But Athena could sense a glimmer of approval in his gaze. Brody, on the other hand, made no effort to hide his disdain. He sneered at her, taunted her, and tried to break her spirit. But Athena refused to give up. She knew that she had to prove herself, not just to Jasper and Brody, but to herself.Finally, the day arrived when Jasper deemed her ready to track down the rogue again. Athena set out with a determined heart, her senses on high alert. She followed the trail, her feet pounding the earth, her heart beating fast in her chest. She was getting close, she could feel it. And then, suddenly, she saw him. The rogue. Tall, powerful, and dangerou