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 past Asia's room, deciding that it would be nice to fill her in. However, she

was a huge one after all. I then decided that I'd go on the third floor. I never really went

else 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 as I gazed

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

as their mates. I smiled at the pictures

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

my dad, and I was too young when he died to remember how he looked. But as I gazed at the picture, I knew I've seen this man

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

I suddenly had the urge to ask Ty for the picture, or better yet, paint a portrait of my own from

to my fingertips. My lips curled into a smile as a single tear rolled down my cheek.

It was heart-warming.

first time. If only I had known him. He looked like such a great

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

in the room when 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

ogling

His smile.

I had his smile.

proceeded to look at each of them

His mate.

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

died? Now looking at the pictures, I began to consider

my mom told me about him didn't describe a man who would've ran away from home and become a rogue. Then

Even Luka went through a long depressive state before he met Victoria. Ty had to take over Brightwater Pack

his bed. It was obvious that no one had been here in years. There were cobwebs in the ceilings and dust everywhere. There was also a vase shattered near a door across the room. Maybe someone came in

now peaked my interest. Just like everything else, it was dusty. So whoever broke

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,