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"

as I left her room. Niall was busy, so I didn't want to call him again. I walked past Asia's room, deciding that it would be nice

then decided that I'd go on the third floor. I never really went up there as a child, simply because everyone stayed on the first two stories

at the

Emerald Pack, Beta Edward, who's my

who I recognized as their mates. I smiled at the pictures as

eyes caught a certain one and my heart stopped. I

mom's features, I only thought I resembled her because I've never seen a picture of my dad, and I was too young when

as he gazed at the person who was taking the picture. But as I eyed it longer, I realized that

sporting a full smile. I suddenly had the urge to ask Ty for the picture, or better yet, paint a portrait of

that attached themselves to my fingertips. My lips curled into a smile as a single tear rolled down my cheek. For some this was minor, but for me

It was heart-warming.

him for the first time. If only I had known

a door, and I felt like I needed to enter it. I frowned when I realized that it was locked. I turned the handle harshly, not knowing my own strength as it broke under the

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 whose it

one I had just finished ogling filled the walls, this

His smile.

I had his smile.

my lips as my heart warmed at the familiarity in the room. I proceeded to look at each

His mate.

They looked pretty young too in each picture. They didn't look a day over

looking at the pictures, I began to consider it. He was young after

mom told me about him didn't describe a man who would've

lie? As wolves, we all know how hard losing a mate can be. Even Luka went through a long depressive state before he met Victoria. Ty had to take over Brightwater

the ceilings and dust everywhere. There was also a vase shattered near a door

interest. Just like everything else, it was dusty. So whoever broke it didn't do it recently. I rose to my feet as I eyed the door it was broken in

or 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,

it was my overthinking nature, but