HEALING ALPHA AUSTIN

restarted just to taunt her. Her wolf was whimpering inside, the cry tearing into her soul so much that she could no longer st

e kept on chanting in her mind. It definit

ead books, and that was enough for her to know that this was not how it was meant to go. Heck, there was supposed to be some sappy fair

t he feel that? That yearning? That feeling that everything good that the future could ever offer her (or him, or both of them as one

in an instant, along with

t all in like the daughter of her Father, the one and only Alpha Hogwash. But, now, she was not only heartbroken, but her

olved and she bent her head to her laps and cried. Her tears soaked her clothes, but she didn’t care. As long as her ugly-crying face was hidden from sight, it was better. This stranger that was still in the room, standing awkwardly at the edge, was mak

with the rejection, and less with the fact that her Father was dying, even much more less

while. Her sobs had reduced to

--” he

me a s

out her unruly hair with her hands. Her hair was not to be tamed, so she

es

her man, huge and tall, in a lab coat. The lab coat looked like it was two s

s, then at the man

out of a reverie. “Oh, yes. He’s the pac

ds her. She looked at it for a long time before she shook it hesitantly. “I’m

you can treat my Dad, I don

e pockets of his labcoat. He took way too long to examine her Father’s messy looking h

one. “It doesn’t look good. But, your Fath

. “70%? What do

h lower, but I don’t want you goin

terms what d

ou see, whatever touched him works just like silver or like wolf’s bane on werewolves. It’s preventing his system from fighting back. It’s preventing him from

be fas

him carefully. A guard from behind the door joined the two men because of her Dad’s hefty frame and they took h

*

lerate, and El, or whatever she’d called he

me to his pac

oken without

of her, puppy grey eyes or not. He walked towards the edge of his pack, to the part the border guards hardly stayed in due to the density of the forest and the traps -- traps he’d set up himself. This was his favourite spo

elings here. All the feelings he had to suppre

?” he yelled at the

ther tree that was less luscious than the on

is she?” he

s always ruining his cold exterior, this perfect persona he’d built over the years. It was ironic because his wolf was supposed to protect him, to b

your

s she’d uttered those

looked at her derisi

ate! I only

day. Maybe she’d set this all up to mock him, the self-sufficient alpha of rogues. The alpha who’d come from nothing and built everything. Rogues

t a mate,” h

th

guards nearby could hear him. He stood up now and dusted himself, ready to go back

me? I, Austin Vlance, I don’t need a mate. I have mys

ed towards the pac

*

ollowed him all the way from his residence as he’d stormed off and listened to every word he’d said, every kick he’d made