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The Alpha's Mate

As an Omega, 17-year-old Sarah is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order, even in her new pack and new high school. But her usually-boring life changes when she turns 18. She expects to shift—and nothing happens. Now, as if being an Omega isn’t bad enough, Sarah is also human. But Sarah, to her surprise, soon finds her mate: in the pack’s handsome and compassionate Alpha. And the lowly Omega finds herself rocketing to the top of her pack’s status as the new Luna. Just as it seems that life is finally going her way, Sarah learns of a terrible betrayal that results in tragic death, exile, and upheaval of what should have been her storybook ending… Or does it? Sarah continues her journey, as she is put to the test with just how many life-shattering changes she can take. Will she live as an outcast? Or as the most respected member of her pack? Sarah joins forces with her trusted and true friend, Ayala. Together, they search for Ayala’s true mate, attempt to unlock her shifter powers, and fend off threats from the deadly Coello. Can they escape his mercenaries, Isaac and Regan? Or will Sarah and Ayala fall prey before they can find their true mates? Ayala, 18, has always been a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. After a whirlwind year, she’s ready to settle into her new life at the Santa Cruz tree house, with Jasper, Isaac, Regan, and the other members of the pack. When she suggests they host a bonfire, Jasper and the rest agree. It seems like a magical night. But when Ayala leans in to kiss Jasper, he backs away. She’s ready to give up on him as her mate when fate forces them into a cross-country road trip together. Soon, they learn they have more in common than they thought. Might he be her true mate after all?

Bella Lore · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
199 Chs

Chapter Sixty Six

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

I hold my breath as Nash approaches, flanked by Regan and Arnold. I’m rocking Stella in my arms, so it’s obvious that I’ve been untied, but I still don’t stand up or move or do anything to startle Nash.

Juliana meets them halfway, speaking quickly and excitedly, waving them down toward the beach where I’m sitting with the other prisoners.

Then, Nash is standing over me, looking down with a mixture of affection and hatred that seem to be at war on his face.

“Juliana says there’s something wrong with the baby,” he says.

I lift her up so Nash can take her into his arms, but instead he crouches down beside us. My heart flutters at his scent, powerful and mine. My love, my mate, my Alpha. Even if he thinks it’s over between us, that everything I wrote in my letter was true, my body knows otherwise.

“What’s her name?” Nash whispers.

“Stella,” I reply.