After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 51 

Hestia Anne Dixon. 

My younger sister. 

The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. 

She was pregnant. 

I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha’s seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. 

“If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense” 

I gestured between my sister and mate, 

“Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I 

have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It 

wasn’t obvious enough, I’ll make myself clear-” 

I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. Not even his gaze that pleaded 

with me to spare him a glance. 

“Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker’s mate has 

nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack 

business. If you’re worried about my interference- don’t. I won’t say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don’t want him. I didn’t want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won’t change anything. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much more important things to attend to.” 

I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. 

I saw Landon flinch with hurt from what I said. If it stung so much, he’d have to get used to it. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat my words if they were just going to waste my time. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go 

still. 

After Breaking The Mark: His Desperate Chase 

Chapter 51 

Alpha Raizel Locksworth. 

The Bloodlust Alpha. 

I’ve never seen Alpha Locksworth before; not even in photos but there was no mistaking it. His presence was telling enough. 

All the blood circulating inside me getting impossibly hotter as he held my gaze. His mere presence was like a shockwave coursing through my veins. I felt my body go stiff. Every 

tom inside me was reacting to this man. He, who was said to have been crueler than 

rogues and demons alike, had me feeling lightheaded. He who had no regard for anything 

or anyone other than himself and his pack, had me feeling strange. 

Alpha Locksworth stood intimidatingly tall. His lean, sturdy figure cladded in a white dress shirt with the first two buttons undone hugging his body in a way to showcase his well 

defined chest. Black dress pants that highlighted his long legs fit around him perfectly. Fit, proportionate torso with broad shoulders connecting to his thick arms at his sides. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms riddled with taut muscles. I 

wondered for a brief moment if he had tattoos underneath that shirt. 

Then there was his scent. 

The thick, enticing scent of musk with a mix of rosewood entranced me. He was overflowing with dominance. Pure instinct of authority and domination hidden in the depths of his hooded eyes. The hooded eyes that stared right back at me. 

The concept of time was lost. 

My body, on its own accord, starts feeling flushed with heat at the thought of him half naked. The pit of my stomach is doing flips when I trail my eyes around his features. Soaking him in completely. His chiseled face gifted with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, clean shaven face, sharp prominent nose, lips plump and alluringly seductive with luscious raven like hair attempted to be slicked back only to have strands fall over his eyes. 

I could almost feel my fingers twisting around his locks. 

He looked flawless.