Filed to story: Wolf Crying Mate of the Alpha by Jazz Ford
‘Ryker, if anything happens to me, I just want you to know ! love you so much, and I have never been as happy as I have been with you.’
‘Astrid, don’t talk like that. Nothing is going to happen to you! love you
Hearing dirt and stones crunching under my feet, I’m pushed and shoved forward by my captor. I keep asking questions but don’t get a reply. Finally, we stop walking, and I’m forced to sit against a pole. They released one of my hands, only to be cuffed again around the metal bar. Someone drags a chair in front of me. They sit down, lean toward me, and remove my blindfold. My face pales when I see my captor.
‘D-Dad?’ I stutter.
‘Did you miss me?’ He asks with a twisted grin.
‘Dad! Why are you doing this to me? You can see I’m carrying a baby. Please let me go,’ I beg.
‘I told you I’d make you pay for your mother’s death, or have you forgotten?’ He says.
‘Dad. I didn’t kill her. I know that now. It isn’t my fault she died,
“Lies! If you kept still and listened to her, she would still be alive!’ He snaps.
‘No, Dad. You don’t understand! Zenith killed her. Zenith killed mum! I yell.
‘No! A wolf killed your mother because of your incompetence! He yells.
‘Zenith is the wolf! He was in love with mum, and she rejected him! I yell. Dad lets out a chuckle.
‘Has being pregnant mushed your brain? A wolf called Zenith was in love with your mother and killed her because she turned him down?’ He says, clearly amused.
‘Yes,’ I reply. Dad shakes his head in disbelief.
‘This will be hard to believe, Dad, but werewolves exist! Zenith was a man who could shift into a wolf! You never knew, but mum was a werewolf too!’ I confess. Dad bursts into laughter.
‘If that’s the case, wouldn’t that make you a werewolf?’ He asks.
‘Yes, it does. I’m a werewolf. That’s what mum was going to tell me on my eighteenth birthday!’ I tell him.
‘Okay. If you’re a Werewolf, prove it, Dad says.
‘I can’t shift
‘So, you’re confirming your’re a liar?’ He says.
‘No! I can shift, not while ”m pregnant!’ I yell.
‘Sure, he says sarcastically.
‘You know, you took something away from me that meant the world to me, and now here you are, carrying something that means the world to you,’ he says, looking down at my belly.
‘You will not hurt my baby?’ I say, worried.
‘On, Astrid, I will not hurt your baby. I’m going to kill it, he says.
‘No, Dad! Please don’t hurt my baby! Please, let me have the baby first, then you can kill me. Please!’ I plead.
‘You’re pathetic and weak, and your baby will be too!”
The Alpha’s Mate Who Cried Wolf Chapter 28
‘Ryker! My Dad! He kidnapped me!’
‘Are you at your father’s house?”
‘No, we aren’t at his house. I’m in a big, old shed or run-down, abandoned factory. I’ve never been here before.”
‘Leon is bringing me a map. We’ll mark all the abandoned buildings and sheds and check each one.’
‘You need to hurry. Dad said he would kill our baby.’ I hear a ferocious growl through the link.
I’m going to kill him if he lays a finger on you or our baby!
Dad grabs my hair.
‘Are you even listening to me? Or are you too busy zoning out?’ He yells.
‘Ryker is going to find me, and he is going to kill you for this!’ I yell.
‘Your precious Ryker, hey, so, he’s your baby Daddy?’ he says.
‘Yes. Ryker is my mate!’ I reply.
‘Your mate? And what kind of term is that?’ He asks.
‘The Moon Goddess chose us to be together. We are soul mates,’ I say. He smirks and stands, picking the chair up and throwing it. I watch it smash into pieces.
‘Please don’t. I’m begging you,’ I say as Dad approaches me.
He picks up the broken chair leg on the ground and strikes it across my head. He smiles and leaves. Liquid trickles down my forehead, drops off blood drip from my head onto my lap, but I can already feel the wound healing. Dad returns an hour later.
‘How in the world? Where has the wound gone?’ He asks. I ignore him. He kneels to inspect me, realising the deep wound on my forehead has healed.
‘Impossible,’ he mutters as he stands.
He grabs my face tightly.
‘How did you do that?’ He asks.
‘I already told you. I’m a werewolf. We heal quickly.’
He glares at me for a moment. Liquid runs down my legs. My stomach seizes tightly, and I let out a scream.
‘Looks like you’re in labour,’ he laughs. As soon as the contraction finishes, my forehead drips with sweat. I brace myself for the next contraction, letting out a scream, while my
Dad watches, smiling,
I’m going to enjoy the look on your face when the baby comes. You won’t get to even hold it! He says as he walks.
over to an old bench. I hear metal clinking against metal as he sorts through items.
‘I think this will do the trick, he says, holding up a box-cutter knife.