All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha And His Rival : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Becky “What is that sound?” I mutter, dragging myself out of the hall. Groaning, my finger brushes over my head, to feel something sticky and wet. Raising my arms towards my eyes, I blink and wince at the pain. “What's happening?” Howl What was that? I turn, searching. Everywhere I looked, chaos unfolded. People running in every direction, their faces contorting with fear and desperation. Boom! I flinched at the explosion, crouching instinctively, but I forced myself to keep moving—more like limping. My towel-clad body screamed for rest, my weak healing ability barely keeping up. I was hungry, exhausted, and too drained to will my body into repairing itself. Clawing my way out of Robbe's corpse had drained all of my energy, I was still recovering from it. Another scream tears through the air, sharp and piercing. My heart raced. The ground beneath my feet feels unsteady as someone shoves past me, nearly knocking me over. “Hey! Watch out.” I admonish stumbli

Alpha EamonThe sharp thuds of my boots hit the concrete floor, as I paced my father's office.“Father we have to search for Hannah. She's out there alone without any survival skills. We must bring her back before it's too late.”A similar set of eyes covered by a pair watched as I paced through the toom, his expression dull and unflinching, “Eamon I already told you we can't do that. Hannah chooses her path…”“But she's the only lead we have. We have to find her. She has the information we need about the witch!” I interrupted, pounding my fist on his desk.Alpha Rowan frowned at my display of anger, his finger moved to arrange the files disrupted, before looking up at me, with a sigh, “Are you still up on that Eamon? I thought we already agreed, that Hannah was working alone. It was her decision to poison you after you rejected her. She had no accomplices, Eamon, so drop it.”“How then do you explain the poison gotten from her which can only be made by a seasoned witch, “ I asked wi

Hannah I stared in awe at the pair of black eyes holding my gaze. The man in front of me is broad shouldered and tall, with tiny scar littered all over his tanned skin, but that doesn't hide his good looks. Or the smirk he was currently throwing my way. His arm is folded. “Throwing punches huh?' he drawled, leaning on the closed door, "I see you've finally grown a backbone since the time we last met.” The makeshift weapon trembles in my hands before they clatter on the ground and my hands reach out to cover my mouth, muffling my shout of joy. “Micheal?” I asked as though unsure of the person I was seeing. How. Why. How could I explain that the man accessing me looked exactly like my brother, except for his broad shoulders and height, his eyes remained as I remembered it. But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be, Micheal had gone missing at the age of sixteen. The pack warriors has gone in search of him and had concluded he had died. Tears pooled in the pockets of my eyes as th

Hannah“No, our parents are dead.” Michael's firm voice is like a bucket of cold water, wrenching me from my grand delusions, “Sadly, they didn't survive the fire.”“Oh,” I muttered, lowering my head to hide the tears that suddenly welled up.I'd known the truth. I knew it wasn't possible. There was no reason for my parent to still be alive and not come for me and yet I'd held on to hope.That by some miracle, they were well alive and healthy somewhere waiting for me.The sadness doesn't diminish, no matter how hard I try and I can't help it when A single silent tear trickles down my cheeks.I sighed deeply, and leaned into my seat, a soft cushioned chair, facing opposite Micheal. We are alone in his office. Ana had left after delivering me to Micheal, with a promise to return and a wink.Although I am grateful for her advice, there is still a tension between Micheal and I, like an invisible screen standing in-between and I can't bring myself to look at my brother.A few minutes ago