All Chapters of To Kill My ALPHA MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RileyI had been watching the hallway for three minutes because I knew something wasn't right the moment Fantine slipped away, and when I saw one of my father’s personal guards cornering her near the statues, I felt a surge of possessive anger that made my vision turn a hazy shade of red. I stepped out from behind the pillar and moved faster than the guard could react, placing myself directly between him and Fantine while I let out a low growl that vibrated deep in my chest."Is there a problem here, Elias? Because I don't remember giving you permission to interrogate my guest in the dark," I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade, and I saw the guard stumble back a step because he knew better than to challenge me when I was in this mood."No problem, Riley, I just found the girl wandering where she shouldn't be and I was going to escort her back to the ballroom," Elias muttered, looking at my glowing eyes and deciding that his life was worth more than a report to my

FantineThe gala had ended in a blur of tension and unanswered questions, and I spent the rest of the night wondering about the file I saw and the scar Riley found, but there was no time to dwell on it because the very next evening we were at the stadium for the post-game mixer. The Blackwater team had just barely won against the Frostbite pack, and the air in the lounge was thick with the smell of expensive cologne and the sweat of athletes who hadn't showered yet, so I was busy circulating with my tablet and making sure the reporters only asked about the game."You're doing a lot of running around for a girl who looks like she belongs on a runway instead of a locker room," a voice said from behind me, and I turned around to see Silas, the captain of the rival team, leaning against a pillar with a drink in his hand.He was taller than Riley and had a reputation for being a brute on the ice, and the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was a piece of meat he was ready to bid o

FantineWe managed to get away from the old dormitory after a wild scramble through the back window because Riley threw a heavy wooden crate at Selene to block her shot, but the tension didn't leave my bones even after we locked ourselves inside the library for a late-night study session to maintain our public routine. The large table was covered in sports marketing textbooks and press release drafts, but my mind was stuck on the diary hidden in my bag and the fact that my sister was actively hunting us, so I was losing my focus with every minute that passed."You've been staring at that same paragraph for twenty minutes, Fantine, and I don't think the budget figures for the spring tournament are that interesting," Riley said, leaning across the table and tapping his pen against my knuckles to get my attention."I'm just tired, Riley, dealing with the fallout from your little fight with Silas took a lot out of me and these numbers are starting to blur together," I said, rubbing my tem

FantineI watched from the player's bench as Riley skated a hard lap around the perimeter of the ice rink, but halfway through his stride his posture collapsed and his skates lost their edge, causing him to crash violently into the padded boards before sliding face-first onto the cold surface. The sound of his heavy gear hitting the floor echoed through the empty arena and Coach Rufus immediately dropped his clipboard, shouting for the trainers as I sprinted across the slick surface in my heels, completely disregarding the risk of slipping because the frantic howling of Ava in my head told me this wasn't a standard sports injury."Riley! Stay with me, look at my eyes and tell me where it hurts!" I screamed, dropping to my knees right beside his prone body and rolling him onto his back, and my breath hitched when I saw the thick, black veins rising up his neck and the grey fluid pooling at the corners of his mouth."He's not breathing, Coach, his pulse is fluttering and his skin is bur

FantineThe morning after the hospital incident felt like walking through a minefield because Riley didn't let me out of his sight for a single hour, and instead of taking me to the PR office or the student lounge, he dragged me straight to the private athletic training facility at the back of the campus where the heavy mats were laid out and the smell of old leather and sweat was thick in the air. He had already changed into a pair of gray training shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the heavy muscles of his back, and the way he was wrapping his hands with black cotton tape told me he wasn't planning on a standard conversation."You've been giving me that worried look since we left the clinic, Fantine, but I told you I'm completely fine and my wolf processed the rest of that strange reaction while I slept," he said, turning around to face me and tossing a pair of light sparring gloves onto the mat at my feet."If you're fine, then why are we down here instead of finishing