The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 59

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Stephie’s pov

“I’ve heard about it,” I whisper as I pat the towel on Ryker’s sweaty face.” They’re coming to help.”

He coughs, blood painting on his lips. My heart sank as I look at the crimson staining the lips I’ve kissed many

times.

“Midnight Ridge,” he coughs once more.

I lean closer to him, soothing him as I place my hand on his chest. ” Do you think she’s there?” I whisper, my heart pounding,

All that we’ve done for the pack to not turn out to what it is today has been futile. We followed everything we were told. Ryan mated the strongest female in the pack…..

“Evie?” He coughs, his chest violently shaking beneath my palm.

I press the towel harder to his lips, trying to stop the crimson blood from spilling but it keeps coming in thin streaks. The metallic scent fills the small infirmary room.

“Don’t talk,” I murmur, even though I know he won’t listen to me. He never does.

His hand grips my wrist weakly. “You think… she’s there?” he rasps.

My eyes lowered to the blood on his lips as I breathe. “If she is, all our work from keeping her away from Ryan was for nothing.”

Ryker’s hold on me tightens a little. “If she is, promise me you will kill her Stephie,”

My heart pounds and my hand tremble. “Ryker –

“Our pack has gone through enough shame. I will not let her ruin us further into the ground,” he rasps. His grip tightens weakly, his fingers cold against my skin despite the fever burning through him fiercely. And his eyes, though they were dimmed by pain, they hold something fiery, something desperate.

I cast my gaze low on his chest, where his heart beat faintly. “I promise.”

Evie’s pov

My thin clothes cling to me like a second skin as I rush through my room. It wasn’t hot yet I was sweating buckets. The reason wasn’t due to the heat but because of my anxiety.

I fold another shirt with hands that aren’t as steady as they should be. They tremble as I place the shirt in the bag.

I’ve faced rogue raids. Led border patrols in the winter storms and even stood before some powerful Alphas twice my age and never once lowered my gaze.

But the thought of stepping back into his territory-

My stomach twists with nerves.

I looked down at my duffel bag. Quincy had embroidered MIDNIGHT RIDGE on the material. I smoothed my hand down it, my heart fluttering. Then I lift my eyes and my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror.

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I pull in a shaky breath.

So different from the girl who once left Ryan’s pack with nothing but a shattered heart. The woman staring back isn’t soft or weak.

Her shoulders are broader. Tiny scars from battles line the skin of her arms like art. Her eyes- my eyes, they’re

hard.

But still…beneath it all, there’s a flicker of a tremor. A slight crack between the hardened walls.

I exhale slowly. It’s just a mission Evie. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself since the council confirmed the assignment.

Just a mission. All you have to do is strengthen their defenses, train their warriors and then leave. No emotions. No past and definitely no Ryan.

A sudden burst of small footsteps thunders down the hallway and draws near. A smile twitches on my lips knowing who those running feet belong to. Before I can turn the door flies open. “Mom!” Atlas crashes into me like a tiny boulder.

I stagger slightly before catching him, instinctively dropping to one knee as my arms wrap around his small body. “Woah there,” I laugh as I keep him from throwing us both to the floor.

Atlas giggles, his small arms tightening around my neck. His warmth seeps into me and that alone soothes the anxiety in my heart.

But then suddenly his mood changes and he pulls away to look at me. His lips press together into a sad pout as his eyes cast down at the floor, his fingers twisting into my shirt. “Mom?”

I lift my hand to cup his tiny face lovingly, staring at him as if I want to engrave every feature of his face in my mind. “Hmm?” I hummed.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers. The words come out soft and somewhat fragile. They made my heart squeeze.

My throat tightens painfully, and I pull him closer and press my face into his dark soft curls. “I’ll miss you more my little warrior,” I murmur against his hair, breathing in his scent deeply.

I slide my hands under his arms and lift him up, holding him against my chest closely as I stand up. He wraps his legs around my waist like he has done a thousand times before.

“Come, let’s dance one last time before I leave,” I whisper to him. The thought of leaving him here tears my heart apart, but I was doing this for him.

Atlas rests his head against my shoulder and instinctively, I begin to sway. Back and forth at first, before I start moving more slowly and sway from side to side. Before I know it, I am dancing around my room with him.

The same way I did when he was a baby who cried through the night. The same way I did when nightmares chased him from sleep.

I hum one of his favorite songs softly and feel his weight grow heavy as he begins to fall asleep in my arms. My heart warms. I would never get enough of this. Never get enough of the feeling of being his mom.

As light snores flutter out of his lips I walk out of my room and enter his. His walls are light blue with baby elephants Quincy and I painted ourselves.

I remember the day clearly, like it had been just a few days ago.

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Atlas had wad fled in with grey paint on his tiny fingers and smeared a grey handprint on the wall. He’d looked so proud of himself then, like he had created something beautiful.

I never wiped it away. It’s still there. Right at the bottom corner of the wall.

I walk slowly across the room, careful not to wake him as I lower his sleeping form onto his small bed. His fingers curl instinctively into the fabric of my shirt. It seems even in sleep some part of him knows I’m leaving.

My chest aches.

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