All Chapters of I Am The Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ethan’s golden eyes burned through the darkness, and my breath faltered as his hand slowly slipped away from my mouth.His scent caressed my nose. He smelt heavily of the forest like he ran to come here. It was alarming, the way his heat pulled me closer the longer he sat in front of me.“May I know why you're in my room telling me not to scream your name out to everyone on this street?“ I harshly whispered as I tried to push my instincts aside to ask.Every nerve in my body was on edge, screaming for answers, for action—but the way he was looking at me, so raw and gentle, left me unguarded. His eyes were not in their usual green either and the gold was pulling me in.“I couldn’t stay away,” Ethan admitted, his voice low and gravelly. His confession hung heavy in the air. “Being so close to you—it’s not helping.” He clenched his jaw.My cheeks flushed at his words, and my mouth dried up as I gaped. He broke into my room to tell me that.I caught his gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt

The white ceiling tiles blurred as I stared at them. My body was too weak to do much else. The more I thought about things, the more difficult it was to come to terms with the idea that I’d really been in a coma for a month. My memories remained a patchwork of confusion with loose fragments that refused to align. My mom holding me as I broke down in her arms was the clearest image. I could still recall the dream, but everything after that felt hazy, heavily drowned with fog I couldn’t seem to walk past. A soft knock broke through the silence. I turned my head, catching the moment Becca slipped into the room. Her usually cold eyes widened slightly when she saw me, and she let out a breath. Relief flickered across her face—genuine relief. I blinked in surprise. “Harlyn,” she said, stepping closer to my bed. “You’re awake.” I shifted against the pillows, my body protesting the movement with a subtle sting of pain. “Barely.” My voice was hoarse, shaken in tone by her demeanor.

The mate bond worked in very perplexing ways, but we werewolves as a whole never truly sought to question it. After all, It posed a blessing from our goddess, who sought to give us comfort in a world that would reject us, and you’re not meant to question blessings. One mate existed to be another functioning part of you, a part of your soul molded outside yourself but made of the same thing. The connection between two wolves fated to be with each other was special, and it allowed certain things to exist between them, including the pain of their rejection. I would know that because despite Higan rejecting me, I could still feel the pain of his actions every time he became intimate with another woman, and the same applied to him. He would feel it if I ever got intimate with a man that’s not him. So, reading his messages opened a Pandora's box of fear and panic I never thought could be triggered in me. The most sickening dreadful idea was sinking in and worse, It would make s

“I’m not an omega,” the words left my mouth in a weak whisper. Though, the haze of my dream was fading fast. Everything around me turned dark as the rustling trees dissolved into the sharp, rhythmic beeping of my heart monitor. “No, you’re not,” a woman’s voice danced through my thoughts. I tried opening my eyes, but the effort only made my eyelids feel heavier. Panic bubbled in my chest, seeping into every nerve as my body refused to move. "Relax, darling. Just keep dreaming. It’s better that way," the lady cackled softly. Her voice slithered through my mind like a taunt, doing little to comfort me. What kind of sick nurse would play tricks like that? Summoning every ounce of strength, I croaked out, "Nurse?" The word barely escaped my lips before my body betrayed me again, and exhaustion dragged me back down. For a few long, suffocating moments, there was nothing but silence. Then I heard it—a wet, choking sound followed by a heavy thud. My breath caught in my throat a

The road stretched endlessly before us, a ribbon of asphalt snaking through the darkened countryside. The headlights from the van lit the occasional tree or sign, casting passing shadows along the path. The van was silent. It was a chilling sort of silence that only comes after something major has happened and nobody knows what's left yet. I sat there, staring at the floor, my mind replaying the things that happened mere moments ago, most especially, the Melbringer. I heard they rarely came into contact with land owned by werewolves, so why was she there? A warm feeling still crept around in my chest when I thought about her and the image of her gaze searing through me. My heart felt hollow in a way as if it had stopped beating in that instant, yet I was still alive. I wondered if I was overthinking it—her eyes and the pain in my chest. Was it a coincidence or truly an attempt on my life like I felt? But why would she want to kill me? I'm not particularly anyone inte