Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

"I knew it!"

"Incoming..." I squealed as I braced for impact as Jody launched herself at me. I had to gasp for air as she squeezed the life from me.

"I knew you were a Conley! I just knew it!" She beamed as she pulled away to gaze at me.

The smile that lit her face had me so excited. I was as happy as her to know that we were related. If only we could've been sisters. But cousins were close enough.

"It's Boysen and always will be. But I am proud to be a part of this family" I admitted. I knew I'd never disregard my birth-name. I didn't want to. If my dad saw that he needed to take that name, then I wont change it. I'm his daughter after all.

All the questions were still hanging over my head about what happened to him, and I really really wanted to learn what it was because I wanted to go home. I missed my mate too much. I called him again and filled him in about what I learnt. I couldn't wait until I was home to tell him more.

As expected, he was exhilarated. I loved how supportive he was. He didn't feel threatened by me or anything. Even though it took a while for him to fully grasp the pureblood thing, he eventually did and admired it.

Luckily for me, Jody already knew the story. So all I had to tell her was that I was related to her. That meant Emma and Alex's daughter was my cousin too. What a small world.

"We can tell everyone that we're sisters! And you can live here too. Well we'll have to train you into a British accent but-"

"Um Jody" I cut her off with a chuckle. She was getting a bit carried away. "I have a mate back home."

She slouched. "Oh right" She pouted as I rubbed her back. "Well we can make it work long distance then"

"Haven't we been doing that all along?" I pointed out. This wasn't anything new.

"You're right. I'm just a bit excited that's all"

"I know" I chuckled as her tummy made a howl of desperation. We both giggled at that, seeing that I went straight to her room to wake her after talking to Niall.

"I'm going to go get breakfast. Coming?"

I shook my head. "I already ate. I'll see you later"

to call him again. I walked

roamed the house yet again. It was a huge one after all. I then decided that I'd go on the third floor. I never really went up there as a child, simply because everyone stayed

to do just yet, I let my curiosity get the best of me. Slowly, I mounted the stairs at the end of the hall that led to the third floor. I walked past numerous rooms

recognized a few of them being the former Alpha of Emerald Pack, Beta Edward, who's my

I smiled at the pictures as I walked

caught a certain one and my heart stopped. I just knew it was him.

young when he died to remember how he looked. But as I gazed at the picture, I knew I've seen this man before. Who

was taking the picture. But as I eyed it longer, I realized that it didn't seem like he was

I suddenly had the

curled into a smile as a single tear rolled down my cheek. For some this was minor, but for me it was a milestone. Especially after what I learnt this

It was heart-warming.

seeing him for the first time. If only I had known him. He looked

it. I frowned when I realized that it was locked.

I pushed through was too faint to recognize, indicating that it hadn't been used in years, probably over a decade. But the moment I walked further into the room, I knew

had just finished ogling filled the walls, this time capturing his radiant

His smile.

I had his smile.

in the room. I proceeded to look at each of them specifically, and I noticed

His mate.

each other happy. They looked pretty young too in each picture. They didn't look a day over twenty-five, and it was obvious that they

died? Now looking at the

became a different man--stronger and wiser before he met my mom. Because the stories my mom told me about him didn't describe a man who would've ran away from home and become a rogue. Then again, I didn't know

how hard losing a mate can be. Even Luka went through a long depressive state before he met Victoria. Ty

no one had been here in years. There were cobwebs in the ceilings and dust everywhere. There was also a vase shattered

everything else, it was dusty. So whoever broke it didn't

tables near the door; a broken vase directly in front of the door seemed odd. Even the angle of the door from the bed didn't make sense. If it is that he sat on the bed and threw it from there, the door was in

was my overthinking nature, but it