All Chapters of To Kill My ALPHA MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Riley The loud music from the human carnival blared across the dusty fairgrounds, and I watched Fantine buy a bag of pink cotton candy while the bright neon lights of the Ferris wheel cast long streaks of blue and yellow across her beautiful face. It felt strange to be completely outside the pack borders where nobody knew my name or my father’s title, but I needed to get her away from the hockey rink and the campus security so I could finally figure out what kind of game she was playing with me. "I didn't think a high-and-mighty Alpha heir would ever set foot in a place that smells this much like fried dough and cheap gasoline," she said, tossing a piece of the pink sugar into her mouth and offering the bag to me with a small smile. "I like the noise down here because nobody is asking me about the next tournament or tracking my stats, and for tonight, you aren't a PR manager either, so we can just pretend we’re regular college students on a normal date," I replied, taking a piece o

Selene The library lounge was completely empty because most of the students were already heading down to the athletic pavilion for the massive Victory Party, and I stepped out from behind the history stacks just as my little sister was trying to tuck that stolen leather diary into her bag. She jumped when the heel of my boot clicked against the linoleum floor, and the instant pale look on her face told me everything I needed to know about her guilty conscience. "You always were too slow with your scans, Fantine, because if I were an enemy enforcer instead of your older sister, you would already have a silver blade between your ribs," I said, leaning my shoulder against the wooden shelf and crossing my arms with a cold smile. "Selene, what are you doing back in this section, because Father told me this was my assignment and you were supposed to be monitoring the southern docks from the main estate," she said, her voice shaking slightly as she shoved the book deep into her purse and

Fantine Riley’s fingers were still warm against my waist as the music kept thumping through the floorboards, and his blue eyes were looking down at me with so much trust that the glass vial in my pocket felt like a block of solid ice melting against my thigh. I could see over his shoulder toward the exit door where the shadow of Selene’s coat was perfectly still, and I knew she was counting the seconds for me to walk over to the bar and finish the job that our father had commanded. "You're not even listening to me, Fantine, you're just staring at the back wall like you want to run away from this song," Riley said, his voice dropping lower so the players dancing near us wouldn't hear him over the heavy bass line. "I am listening, Riley, it's just that everything is happening so fast tonight, and you shouldn't be saying things about love when you don't even know what kind of mess you're getting into," I said, my heart hitting my ribs hard as I took a small step backward to create som

FantineThe steering wheel felt slick under my palms as I kept my foot pressed hard against the gas pedal, the dark trees along the mountain road were rushing past us while the engine of Riley's truck roared louder with every steep hill we climbed. My left shoulder was burning from where a silver bullet had grazed the skin during that final alleyway shootout, and I could feel the warm blood soaking through my torn sleeve, but I didn't dare slow down because the memory of Selene’s cold face was still staring at me through the windshield."You're bleeding all over the console, Fantine, so let me take the wheel before you lose your grip and crash us into the ravine," Riley said, his voice deep and tight with a mixture of raw anger and pure panic as he kept checking the side mirrors for headlights."I can handle the driving for a few more miles, Riley, because you don't know the exact backroads that lead past the old checkpoint, and if your pack patrols see you driving a truck covered i

FantineThe door groaned as we jammed it across the front door, and the sound of truck engines climbing the steep gravel trail outside meant that Selene’s vanguard crew had finally caught up to our tracks. My shoulder was bound tight in a clean strip of cloth that Riley had torn from a blanket, and though the pain was still a dull throb, the physical presence of my mate standing right beside me with his claws extended gave me a strange kind of calm that I had never felt during any of my solo syndicate missions."They are going to try the side windows first because the front entry is too narrow for a coordinated breach, so take this spare magazine and keep your eyes on the tree line while I cover the kitchen entrance," Riley said, his voice deep and steady as he slid a heavy metal locker across the floorboards to block the weak glass panes."Selene doesn't use standard breach tactics when she is angry, Riley, she will send two men to draw our fire from the yard while she tries to find