Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3)

I took a breath. “Thanks.”


He nodded. “The moon is high in the night. Let us run together and renew the friendship and bond that takes us from lone wolf to pack.” He raised his arms, and power flowed through the pack. It hit me, rushing along my skin. My inner wolf rose up and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it. I let go, and within a breath, I was on four feet.

Wolf-Dastien butted his head against mine and took off running.

The power of the full moon filled me with energy and I took off after him. The trees whipped past as I let the power of the pack take my worries away. It was almost like I had no problems as a wolf. Everything was simplified.

A wolf howled off to the left, and the group moved as one in that direction.

I caught the scent of the deer a second before I smelled its blood.

The wolf wanted to go after it, but I didn’t.

I shouldered into Dastien, and he led us around the kill. He howled again, and the pack followed.

I caught the moonlight and the wolf took over. I lost myself in my senses, the feel of the run, and the pack around me.





Chapter Five



I woke up the next morning in Dastien’s arms. His cabin was just one big room. The blackout curtains had parted a little bit, letting a sliver of light in. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, and nuzzled his nose against the back of my neck.

“More sleep.” His voice rumbled.

I sighed and closed my eyes. After the run, we’d come back here to eat. That’d always been our plan, except that we hadn’t gone through with the ceremony. It was supposed to be romantic. We were supposed to take the next step, but Dastien didn’t want to do that until after the ceremony. I’d been scared about it, but excited too. Now that was all shot to shit.

As I lay there, my nervous anticipation kicked into overdrive. Tomorrow was the Tribunal. I knew Dastien was worried about it, but I didn’t think the worry I was feeling was his. A lot of it was mine. There was so much more on the line now that we hadn’t cemented our bond.

“How much do you think we should worry about Luciana?”

Dastien growled. “Merde. She’s a pain in the ass.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I saw that.”

“That’s literally impossible. Your eyes are closed and you’re spooning me. You can’t see my face.”

“Fine. I felt you do it.”

“That’s creepy.”

“I’m not creepy. I’m your mate. Remember?”

I rolled my eyes again, and he squeezed me tighter.

“The thing is, Luciana isn’t stupid. She’s conniving. I felt like postponing the ceremony was my only choice, and it wasn’t that big of a deal to—”

Dastien flipped me onto my back. He hovered over me, balanced on his forearms. His eyes were bright yellow. “Not that big of a deal?”

I reached up, cupping his face with my hand. “What are a few more weeks when we have a lifetime ahead of us?”

He sagged down beside me. “I didn’t want to wait. And now we have to fight to be together during the Tribunal. If we’d gone through with it, we’d be together. End of story.” His words were gravelly, thick with the wolf.

I winced. Okay. So it was a big deal. “I know. But she came to fight, and I didn’t want to go there when waiting a few weeks will protect the pack. What could change?”

We were quiet for a second.

“That’s the thing, though. What could change? What is she going to try to do?” I asked.

“She’s going to the Tribunal to make a case stating that I took you from them.”

“Which is kind of true.”

Dastien huffed. “I know. Which is why I wanted to do the ceremony yesterday. You’re pack now, so it’s a bit of a moot point, but she wouldn’t have wanted you to wait if she didn’t have something up her sleeve. I wanted that extra protection.”

I chewed my lip as I thought. “I want to know why she’s doing this.”

“We’ve been over that. She wants you back with the coven.”

“I know. But why?” There had to be a bigger picture, but I wasn’t seeing it. “So she gets me back over there. Then what? Is she really that delusional that she thinks she can convince me to take over? And if she hates wolves so much, why would she even want me? Hello. I go furry and I’d never let her curse me like she did Meredith.”

“She wouldn’t exactly need your permission to curse you.” Dastien cut me off before I could protest. “Okay. If she doesn’t want you to run the coven, then why’s she doing this?”

I backhanded his stomach. “That’s what I’ve been asking.” Damn it. That hurt my hand more than it hurt him. Dastien rubbed his thumb along my skin, soothing the sting. “There’s one more thing I don’t like.”

“Just one more?” He asked.

“When I begged her to save Meredith, she said she’d only help if I stayed at the compound. I didn’t go for it. Even with Meredith’s life on the line. So, what’s she got that’s worse than killing someone I love?”

“Killing lots of someones.”

“War?”