All Chapters of To Kill My ALPHA MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

FantineThe damp air of the cellar felt thick and freezing against my skin, and the dull throb in my bandaged shoulder was getting worse because the heavy bars of the cage were coated in a thick layer of solid silver that made my wolf Ava whine with a deep, sickening pain inside my chest. Every time I accidentally leaned too close to the metal framework, a sharp wave of nausea washed over me and made my fingers twitch with weakness, but I kept my arms wrapped tightly around my knees and stayed in the exact center of the stone floor so the guards outside wouldn't see how much the confinement was actually affecting my strength."You can pace around all you want, girl, but those bars aren't going to budge an inch, and your alpha boyfriend is currently locked in a shouting match with the senior council upstairs so nobody is coming to unlock that padlock anytime soon," the younger guard muttered from his wooden stool by the stairwell, his hand resting casually on the butt of his sidearm as

FantineThe neon sign outside the cracked window buzzed with a dull, irritating hum that kept flickering a harsh pink light across the peeling wallpaper of our tiny motel room, and the smell of old cigarettes and cheap cleaner was thick enough to make my nose itch as I sat cross-legged on the stained mattress. We were officially runaways from both the Thorne syndicate and the Hades wolf pack now, which meant that every car door slamming in the alley below made my hand twitch toward the stolen pistol on the nightstand, but the absolute quiet of the human downtown area was the only shield we had left until we could figure out our next move."The water in the bathroom doesn't even get warm, but I managed to clean the dirt out of my knuckles and check the truck plates from the window, so we should be safe here for at least a few hours before any of my father's scouts think to check these low-rent blocks," Riley said, walking out of the cramped bathroom with a fresh towel around his neck,

FantineThe velvet fabric of my red dress felt slightly restrictive as we stepped out of the brass elevator into the main lobby of the Blackwood Vaults, and Riley adjusted the collar of his expensive black suit while he gave a polite nod to the vampire receptionist sitting behind the marble desk. The subterranean facility looked like a high-end private club with its dark wood paneling and low lighting, but I knew from Julian’s layout maps that the stone floor beneath our polished shoes was loaded with pressure sensors and proximity wards designed to detect uninvited shapeshifters."Just keep moving toward the private viewing rooms on the left, Fantine, because the guard by the silver pillar is already checking his tablet and we need to log our entrance before the shift rotation changes," Riley murmured, his large hand resting flat against my lower back as he guided me past a row of velvet chairs."I see him, Riley, so stop looking directly at his security badge and try to act like a w

FantineThe cold rain was hitting my face and soaking straight through the fabric of my red dress as I stood in the middle of the gravel alley, and the bright headlights of the black sedans were blinding me so badly that I had to raise my hand to see the tall, gray-haired man stepping out from the rear seat of the lead vehicle. It was Marcello, my father’s oldest lieutenant and the man who had overseen my target training since I was a child, and as he walked toward us with his leather gloves tightly fitted around his fingers, the dozen enforcers around him shifted their automatic rifles to keep their barrels aimed straight at Riley’s chest."You really made a huge mess of things down here, Fantine, and your father is incredibly disappointed that his best asset is currently running through the city drains with a pack animal," Marcello said, his voice completely calm and level over the steady sound of the rain hitting the brick walls around us."My father doesn't have an asset anymore,