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 to fill her in. However, she sounded

as I 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 on the first two stories

stairs at

of them being the former Alpha of Emerald Pack, Beta

the pictures as I walked further down and gazed at different

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

lot of my 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 he died to remember how he

at the very image. His features were easy as he gazed at the person who was taking the picture. But as I eyed it longer, I realized that it didn't seem like he was staring at the camera at all. The angle of his eyes suggested that his gaze was fixated at something close

not sporting a full smile. I suddenly had the urge to ask Ty for the picture, or better yet, paint a portrait of my

my finger over the image, and I even avoided the dust 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

It was heart-warming.

time. If only I had known him.

I felt like I needed to enter it. I frowned when I realized that

that it hadn't been used in years, probably over a decade. But the

ogling filled the walls, this

His smile.

I had his smile.

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

His mate.

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

right? Did he really run away after she died? Now looking at the

different man--stronger and wiser before he met my mom. Because the stories my mom told me about him

long depressive state before he met Victoria. Ty had to take over

There was also a vase shattered near a door across the room. Maybe someone came in here and broke it, or it

now peaked my interest. Just like everything else, it was dusty. So whoever broke it didn't do it

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 no range for the vase

overthinking nature,