Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

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Standing outside the abandoned factory, I orchestrated our supply run with military precision. Within an hour, I’d commanded food

distributors, medical suppliers, and premium liquor vendors to deliver everything directly to the massive freight truck I’d hired. No

negotiations, no complications–just efficient business warfare that would keep our pack fed, healthy, and properly celebrated for weeks.

“Everything’s locked and loaded, ma’am,” the truck driver announced, wiping sweat like he’d just survived battle as workers secured the

last crates of expensive wine.

“Perfect. Time to go home.” I claimed the passenger seat, savage satisfaction flooding through me as we abandoned the industrial

wasteland.

As we approached the familiar stretch of barren landscape guarding our territory, I rolled down the window and inhaled deeply. The wind carried scents of earth, distant rain, and absolutely nothing suggesting enemy wolves had been prowling our borders.

Kaius, you’re actually showing some fucking sense for once. Maybe getting shot full of holes taught you something about respecting boundaries.

I guided the increasingly zombie–like driver to the tree line, then approached my favorite birch sentinel. The moment my palm touched its bark, reality fractured and our hidden path materialized like magic made manifest. The truck rumbled through the barrier while the driver remained blissfully unaware of the supernatural transition.

Thanks to Evelyn’s mind–fuck enchantments, the human would remain docile and memory–wiped throughout our territory. He’d deliver supplies, accept payment, and drive away with zero recollection of what he’d done or where he’d been. Another day’s work vanishing from

his conscious mind like smoke.

After supervising the unloading and distributing celebration alcohol throughout the pack house, I seized several bottles of the most expensive wine and a handful of crystal glasses. Time to find my inner circle and share this victory.

I discovered them exactly where predicted–hunched over Evelyn’s ornate wooden table like conspirators, surrounded by flickering candles and an elaborate spread of tarot cards that looked like battlefield plans.

“Please, Evelyn, Scarlett was practically begging, her voice carrying the desperate edge of someone who’d been pleading for hours. “Just help me divine where my mate might be hiding!”

Evelyn looked up from her cards with theatrical exhaustion, pushing flame–red hair behind her eat like a queen dismissing peasants. ‘Scarlett, darling, I’ve explained this seventeen fucking times today. My mystical energy reserves handle minor predictions! You know, critical questions like ‘Will Jenkins burn dinner again?‘ or ‘Which pack member will trip over their own feet during patrol?”

She gestured dramatically at the colorful card array like evidence at trial. “Your mate situation requires cosmic–level divination that would drain half my life force! I’d be unconscious for three days while the universe reveals whether your perfect partner is currently living in Antarctica or trapped in an alternate dimension!”

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Scarlett’s face crumpled when the implications hit. “So… impossibly distant, she muttered, deflating like a punctured hallonn

1 burst through the door like conquering royalty, wine bottles clinking together like victory bells. No mystical consultations tonight,

ladies! Today demands celebration, not divination!”

Both women whipped toward me as I set down my liquid treasure and began distributing crystal glasses with ceremonial flourish.

“Elowen!” Scarlett’s face transformed instantly, hope blazing to life. “Please tell me those expensive bottles mean you absolutely destroyed

the competition today.”

But Evelyn was studying me with predatory intensity, her nose wrinkled in concentration like a bloodhound detecting secrets.

“What?” I demanded, pausing in my bottle–opening ritual.

“Nothing catastrophic,” Evelyn said slowly, tilting her head like a wolf scenting danger. ‘It’s just… you smell different today. There’s an unusual pharmaceutical residue clinging to you.”

I burst out laughing. “What the hell, Evelyn! Can your witch nose detect everything? Should I be worried about privacy in the bathroom?”

Evelyn’s grin turned sheepish. “Probably nothing serious. I specialize in illusions and prophecy, but I have natural sensitivity to drug residues left by other witches‘ alchemical work.” She shrugged dismissively. “But forget my paranoia! Those expensive bottles tell me everything–you absolutely annihilated the competition today!”

Scarlett’s eyes went wide with predatory excitement. “Really? You made another fortune! Elowen, wasting your talents on alpha duties is criminal! You should be conquering financial empires!”

I laughed and popped the wine cork with a satisfying explosion, filling my glass like claiming spoils of war. Today was effortless domination,” I said, taking a victory sip. “What about you two? Any excitement while I was out conquering the human world?”

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Yeah, I hope that Scarlett and Frost have a mate bond.

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