All Chapters of Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Calix’s POV. A mixture of shock and fear ballooned inside me as I took in the broken earthenwares, the flipped-over mattresses, and the torn bedsheets scattered about the place. My gaze traveled over the droplets of blood on the floor, and the incoherent writings on the wall. But none of these bothered me as the sight of my mate hurdled in a corner laughing at herself, her hair was disheveled, and her hands streaked with blood and grime as she clutched a knife. “By the stars and shadows! Somebody stop her!” Mr. Westley clamored. My lungs struggled for air, my heart pounding in uneven, frantic beats as Han and the guards behind me scooted forward and soon, were upon her. They wrestled with her, wrung the knife from her hands, and pinned her to the floor. “Quick! Get some chains and keep her restrained before she harms someone!” Mr. Westley clamored again. Words failed me. I watched as Han hurried out of the room and my gaze was back on my mate– this wasn’t the girl I kissed so

Emily’s POV. Reopening my eyes, I flung myself around and my gaze fell on him standing behind me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realized I’d been caught sniffing his clothes. “N-no, you’re not,” I stuttered, suddenly unable to hold his gaze. It wasn’t until I looked up and into his eyes that I found them darkened with something primal–something I dared not to say. The room charged with something unruly and sizzling, as he crossed over to me and stopped. “Are you sure?” he asked, even his voice was now husky. I swallowed and nodded. Holding his gaze burned me with the desire to throw myself into his arms and crush his lips with mine; those full succulent lips. I could only imagine what it’d feel like to have them move over mine, to have them trail wet kisses down my neck. Damn it! Wetness pooled more and more in my underwear. “Yes,” I answered when I finally found my voice and looked away. “You know, if there’s anything you need, you can as well tell me.” “

Emily’s POV. Adrenaline shot through every nerve in my body. I stared at the door, wondering who it was this time around, holding onto whatever that was left of my sanity. The tall portal swung open and absolutely no one but my mate strode into the room. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. It's fascinating that someone who brought chaos of my life was capable of bringing me so much peace and comfort. Just a single gaze at him, I melted with warmth for him and a soothing calm washed over me. My heart accelerating on its own volition, I watched him linger at the door as though held in a trance at the sight birthed before him– at the sight of me. “You look gorgeous, angelic, breathtaking,” he said. All three words just to describe me? I blushed terribly and fought to hold his gaze. A tomato couldn't compete with how red I became. “Thank you,” I said and lowered my gaze to my dampened fingers. He strode to me and brought forward his hand. “Would you give

Emily’s POV. As soon as he left, servants scurried into the room and cleaned up the mess of the broken bottle—they took away the wine glasses, table, and chairs, and I was left alone again. My legs buckled and I dropped to the floor with a soft thud, my gown forming a loop around me. At last, the tears found their way, pouring like soap from my eyes and soaking my clothes; the more I wiped them, the more they came in torrents. A howl filled the air. Sniffling, I gazed up at the night sky, recognizing who it was. There was so much sadness laced in that cry, that broke my heart. Another howl broke into the air and I jerked to my feet. I scurried to the window and gazed at the courtyard below, hoping to get a glimpse of his lycanthrope, but all I was met with was foreboding darkness. He was gone and headed off to goddess knows where. An ache pushing my heart, I plummeted to the floor again and rested my head on the ledge of the window. He has been gone only for an hour yet, I mi

Leia’s POV. He took my mate away from me, locked him up, and still had the effrontery to come to me last night. Climbing into my bed and faking a yawn was the least I could do to send him away. It was almost midnight and I needed some to time to myself, to finalize the rest of my plan. “Have a great night, Leia,” he said. “You too, Calix,” I replied. Immediately he was gone, I waited for a while just to make sure he was really gone, then clambered down from my bed and locked the door. Reaching under my pillow, I wore the nose mask, adjusting its straps behind my head, and then I reached under my bed and brought out the incense burner I’d stolen from the apothecary earlier today. Everyone believed I was behind the walls of my room, but I had them fooled. I was up and about, gathering things for my experiment tonight. I brought out the mortar and pestle, and then my purse. Carefully opening the purse, I brought some leaves of shadowthorn –a spiky, bla