The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 27. Chaos

Zander's POV

The whole day, I've been restless.

There was this strange feeling in the back of my mind that I wanted to shrug off really bad but I didn't want to at the same time.

When the shadows whispered to me of my father's death, I thought maybe that was the reason of my illogical intuitions.

But that wasn't it. The feeling still didn't perish.

And now I know why.

As I look into my mate's sea blue eyes, I feel a tug at my heart.

She's the most prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on.

All ancients have mates. It isn't like werewolf mates where we feel instant love for our better half but it's something similar. More like an invisible chord attracting you to that person.

We don't feel the sparks and all with the touches like werewolves do. But a different feeling when you're close to your mate.

Some ancients don't even realise about someone being their mate until later on. Since there's no guarantee that every person you're attracted towards is your mate. And you can't just touch and find out whether there are sparks.

Although it's a different level with your mate but attraction is all the same. And considering how all ancients look—perfect from head to toe—there's no person you're not attracted to.

But I'm sure she's mine. I'm sure she's my mate. I know it in my heart she is.

Just a glance into those beautiful eyes and I'd be lost.

"Mate." I mumble under my breath.

I didn't mean to but it catches Carla's attention and she backs away from that Alpha dude to look my way.

I ignore my best friend and stare back at my mate.

I just can't seem to be able to keep my eyes off her.

She smiles amusedly with a tilt of her head, the blue waves now blocking the view of half her face.

My feet suddenly feels frozen.

That gesture. . .

That smile. . .

And now when I look at it,

Those eyes. . .

They're all the same.

Except her hair.

But that doesn't matter when she looks exactly like Laira.

My wife. She looks like my wife. Who's dead.

"How. . .this is not even possible." My voice wavers.

Looking at her now, it brings back painful memories. Memories we could've had if Charlotte wouldn't have taken her away from me.

It's like fate is playing a cruel game. Bringing her back into my life when I was trying to move on.

But I know she isn't Laira.

Laira always had an innocent glint in her eyes, but my mate. . .

I fight back the smile threatening to appear on my face.

She has a mischievous, almost cynical glint in her eyes. Her aura screams danger. And I wonder how she has such a unique hair colour. I wouldn't be surprised if it is dyed. But something tells me those are real deal.

"I didn't think a day would come when Zander would go speechless looking at a girl." I hear a sarcasm laced voice taunting.

My eyes snap up to the source of the voice and they narrow the slightest bit.