All Chapters of The Stolen Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As Tristan left through the back door, Rosalind's eyes were wide with fear as she turned to her mother. "What if it's the Monitors, Mom? What if they've found us?"Cathryn's face was pale, but she cautiously approached the door. "Wait here," she whispered to Rosalind.Cathryn opened the door to reveal a tall, muscular man leaning against the doorframe, his face contorted in pain. He wore a silver pin on his jacket, the emblem of the Bloodmoon pack's alpha."Please...help me," he gasped, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Cathryn. "I'm Lucine, the alpha's new bodyguard. I was ambushed by...by something. I need your help."Cathryn's expression changed from fear to concern. "Rosalind, come quickly. We need to help him."Rosalind rushed to her mother's side, and together they supported Lucine into the house. Cathryn quickly assessed his wounds, her hands moving swiftly and surely."What happened?" Cathryn asked, her voice firm and commanding.Lucine winced in pain. "I was pat

Later that day, Tristan's eyes gazed into the mirror, his reflection staring back like a stranger. He saw the sharp jawline, the piercing yellow eyes, the skin now sensitive to the full moon's call. He felt the weight of his new body, the muscles rippling beneath his skin like a wild animal's."What have I become?" he whispered, his voice trembling.He thought of Cathryn and Rosalind, their faces etched in his mind like a haunting memory. They were like him, creatures of the night, monsters. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered the transformation, the agony and ecstasy of his body contorting into a wolf's."I'm a monster," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "A beast, a creature without control or reason."Tristan's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms like claws. He felt the primal urge to run, to hunt, to surrender to the wolf's instincts. But he fought it, his mind rebelling against the loss of humanity."I won't give in," he growled, his eye

A month later, Laura was back to her old self, fully healed, physically and emotionally. She encouraged Tristan to embrace his dual nature and seek more knowledge about it. Tristan stood at the edge of the forest, gazing out at the moonlit village below. He felt a sense of purpose burning within him, a desire to use his newfound powers for good. But where to start?As he pondered, a faint cry for help echoed through the night air. Tristan's ears perked up, and he instinctively took off in a sprint, his feet pounding the earth. He arrived at the scene to find a group of bandits terrorizing a local merchant's family. Tristan's instincts flared, and he felt Lunaris stirring within him.But as he prepared to intervene, he hesitated. What if he lost control? What if he hurt someone he was trying to save? Tristan took a deep breath and focused on his emotions, calming the storm within. He felt Lunaris settle, and his powers surge in response.With a fierce determination, Tristan charged in

Tristan excused himself from Sophia and made his way towards the mysterious figure, who was still watching from the shadows. As he approached, the figure turned and disappeared into the crowd. Tristan followed his senses on high alert. He weaved through the villagers, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. The figure darted down a narrow alleyway, and Tristan pursued.The chase was on!Tristan ran through the winding streets, his feet pounding the cobblestones. He leapt over market stalls and dodged startled villagers. The figure led him on a wild goose chase, always staying just out of reach. They ran through the village square, past the old fountain, and into the nearby forest. Tristan's werewolf senses kicked in, and he picked up speed. He could smell the figure's scent, a mix of leather and smoke.As they ran deeper into the forest, the trees grew taller, and the path grew narrower. Tristan's heart pounded in his chest. Who was this person, and what did they want? Suddenly, the figur

A month had passed since Lucine's arrival, and he had fully recovered from his injuries. One evening, he appeared at the doorstep with a warm smile and a bouquet of wildflowers in hand."Hey, Cathryn! Hey, Rosalind!" he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I brought some gifts to show my appreciation for your help."Cathryn's eyes widened as she took in the spread before her. "Lucine, you didn't have to do that!"Rosalind's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Lucine, his hair mussed and his eyes shining with warmth."I wanted to," Lucine said, handing Cathryn a basket filled with freshly baked bread and pastries. "You both took me in when I needed help most. I'll never forget that."Rosalind's cheeks flushed as Lucine turned to her, a small package in his hand. "I saw this and thought of you," he said, his voice low and gentle.She unwrapped the paper to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a small crystal pendant. "It's beautiful," she breathed.Lucine smiled, hi