Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

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My desk was covered in papers-notes, maps, fragments of intelligence I’d painstakingly extracted from Rowan over the past weeks. The

cramped handwriting was almost illegible now, written and rewritten as new pieces of the puzzle emerged.

The masked witch had a name: Morgath.

According to what little Rowan had been willing to share, Morgath hadn’t abandoned her insane plans after Elowen destroyed the cave. If

anything, she’d doubled down. Her goal remained the same-control and transform all werewolves, bend them to her will, create an army

of enhanced slaves.

But now she had a new priority target: the legendary White Wolf herself.

Capture Elowen. Control the most powerful wolf in existence. Use her as the cornerstone of the entire operation.

The timeline, the specific methods, the exact location of Morgath’s new base-Rowan refused to divulge any of it. And I knew why. That witch and Rowan were connected somehow, their relationship complex and secretive enough that every revelation came with calculated

reluctance.

She’s protecting Morgath. Or protecting herself. Or both.

I set down my pen, rubbing my tired eyes. The irony wasn’t lost on me-keeping Elowen away from me, making her hate me, might actually be the safest thing for her right now. Under normal circumstances, with no attachments or vulnerabilities, she was damn near invincible. No one could touch the White Wolf when she was truly free.

As long as she stays far away from me and my cursed entanglements, she’ll be fine.

Footsteps approached from behind-light, deliberately provocative. Arms draped over my shoulders before I could turn around, and I caught the overwhelming scent of expensive perfume mixed with something darker.

I hastily flipped my notes face-down on the desk. “I’m working. What do you want?”

Rowan slid around to perch on my lap, and I couldn’t help the grimace at her outfit-or lack thereof. She wore something that could barely be called clothing: a sheer black negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, her breasts practically spilling out, the fabric so transparent it was purely decorative.

She looks like an expensive whore. Which I suppose is exactly what she’s aiming for.

“Still obsessing over your precious mate?” Her voice was honey laced with poison. “I’ve never met an Alpha so pathetically devoted. It’s almost touching.” Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest. “But let me give you some advice-if you truly care about her safety, you’ll forget she exists. Completely.”

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I knew this game. She dangled Elowen’s safety like a carrot, keeping me compliant, keeping me in line. The rage that simmered constantly beneath my surface threatened to boil over, but I forced it down.

“Can you guarantee her safety?” My voice came out low, dangerous. “Because I don’t give a fuck how many times I’ve had to touch you, how many nights I’ve wasted in your bed. If anything happens to Elowen, I will kill you.”

Most people would have flinched at the naked threat. Rowan just smiled, amused rather than afraid.

“My dear Alpha, always so dramatic.” She shifted on my lap, her hips grinding deliberately against me. “Don’t worry. Morgath may be ambitious, but I’ve warned her-balance must be maintained. Her plans for complete werewolf enslavement are outdated, barbaric. We Elders believe in cooperation, not domination.” Her fingers walked down my abdomen. “Isn’t that right?”

I grabbed her wrist, my eyes narrowing. “What exactly is your relationship with her? You promised to tell me everything, Rowan. Stop

playing games!”

She laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, you say that every single day! ‘Tell me everything, Rowan!’ ‘What’s Morgath planning, Rowan?” She rolled her eyes theatrically. “Can’t we talk about something else for once? Something more… stimulating?”

Her ass ground harder against my groin, trying to coax a physical response.

Shame and fury warred inside me. I stood abruptly, sending her stumbling backward, then advanced on her with predatory intent. She fell back onto the bed behind my desk, and I was on her in an instant, my hand closing around her throat.

“Bitch,” I snarled, applying pressure. “You seem to forget-I’ve recovered my full strength. My natural magic immunity is more than enough to counter your aura now.” I squeezed harder, watching her face flush red. “Which means I can kill you without consequences. Right here. Right now.”

Her eyes bulged slightly as oxygen became scarce, but incredibly, infuriatingly, that arrogant smile never fully disappeared. She managed to choke out words: “Pity… you can’t… actually do it…”

Because she was right. She was the only key to unraveling Morgath’s plans, the only source of intelligence I had. As much as I wanted to crush her windpipe, I needed her alive.

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Alpha’s STOLEN Mate