All Chapters of Stolen by the Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Who attacked you?His words burst like a cannonball in my brain. Something claws at my memories . . . Something I'm supposed to remember. A flash of fur. Yellow eyes that glow brightly. The stench of urine, not from fear but as an alpha marking his territory. My body starts to tremble, and my breathing increases. Images assault me, and I clutch the blankets, willing them to be a shield. Yellow eyes.My fingers touch the bandages on my neck, and I recall Ethan's angry words to me. If it’s a fight you seek, a fight you shall have. You’re banished from the pack.A growl from the corner of my vision. Claws that rake my skin. Fangs that bury in my neck, a dominant display of aggression. My heart races with the memories, and I squeeze my eyes shut, shivering violently.Blood.I remember now. A wolf. A big, dominant wolf, one who meant me harm. I open my eyes and stare at the man

I swing the ax, the blade biting into the wood with a satisfying thud. The rhythm of the task is soothing, a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my mind. The sun is high, the light filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The scent of pine fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor.I lift the ax again, my muscles straining, and then I bring it down, splitting the log in two. I set another piece of wood on the chopping block, repeating the process, losing myself in the physicality of the task.And then I hear it. The soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor. I look up, my heart skipping a beat, and I see her.Lyla.She's standing in the doorway of the cabin, her eyes wide, her hair catching the sunlight and turning it black as night. She's wearing my clothes, the shirt and pants hanging loose on her frame, but she makes them look like they were made for her. The fabric clings to her curves, the sleeves too

Liam doesn't hesitate, his body shifting, his bones cracking and reshaping. In seconds, his clothes are in tatters around him, and a large gray wolf stands in his place, his eyes fixed on me.I follow suit, the familiar burn of the shift coursing through me. My vision sharpens, my senses heighten, and I hear the rapid thud of his heart, the subtle rustle of leaves in the breeze.The dull hum of the packs’ thoughts suddenly intensifies. A connection I’ve ignored swells to life, and I feel the life of each wolf under my care whispering through my blood.Liam’s right. I’ve ignored my duties.I’ll repent later. For now, I have a position to defend.We circle each other, our hackles raised, our growls low and menacing. I feel the adrenaline pumping through me, the primal urge to assert my dominance.He lunges first, his teeth bared, and I dodge to the side, my claws raking across his flank. He yelps, but he doesn't back down, hi

KalenMy eyebrows rise so high I feel them in my hairline. "You were exiled?"That explains a lot. Why she was distraught. How she got so far from her territory.But does it explain the attack?She bites her lip, her expression pained. "Yes. For challenging the authority of my Alpha." She shakes her head, her voice bitter. "His father promised me as his mate, as if I were a prize to be won.""And you didn't want that?"She sighs, her shoulders slumping. "I tried. I love Ethan, and I thought maybe I could love him as his mate. But I don't feel the bond with him. And I—I don’t agree with the ways of the pack. They’re archaic, our women are suppressed, and our children are literally sold to the Slavers. I’ve spoken up before, but this time, I did it in front of the elders. Maybe Ethan felt he had no choice . . . But he banished me."A shudder runs through her, and she lowers her eyes, her fingers coming up to trace the wound

Kalen I can’t avoid her for long.I spend a few hours at the lodge, finding food in the kitchen and purging myself in the sweat room, moody and snappy at the younger members of my pack. I feel Liam’s eyes on me, but it’s Cassie who approaches me. She settles herself down on the opposite side of my bench and studies me.“I’m not in the mood, Cass,” I growl.“I can see that,” she says. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”I glance over at the younger she-wolf, her calm hazel eyes focused on me. I sigh, my shoulders relaxing. Cassie has a way of seeing past my moods, which makes it difficult to hide anything from her.She’s the only one who knows the real reason I ended things with Elara.“Is it the rogue wolf?” she says, her voice quiet. “I heard there was another killing.”The wolf is a real concern, a threat to my wolves,