All Chapters of The Alpha Hates Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Analyn POV"What did you say?" I gasped. I couldn't believe my ears. Of course, Ambrose hadn't confessed his love for me or anything, but I felt like this was way more shocking.Ambrose was avoiding my eyes."Look at me, Ambrose. Tell me again what you just said," I insisted."I think you are my mate, Anna.""That's not possible." My voice was barely audible.Ambrose hugged me again and kissed my hair. "I know I haven't been nice to you. And I know I said you could never be my mate. But I can't explain this pull I feel towards you. Every time I look at you, my heart aches, and you are just... you are just so beautiful to me, and I can't stay away from you. There is no other way to explain this. You are my mate. You have to be." He paused after giving me his speech.This was officially better than a love confession.I shivered as I'd never heard his voice like this before. It was thick with emotion. I was speech

Ambrose POVI had a feeling something was wrong. As if Anna was in danger. It was a heavy feeling in my chest. I should probably listen to my instinct and go check on her since I could feel how she felt.I want to see Sylvia first because that's where Ana was supposed to be."Where is Anna?" I asked Sylvia when I didn't see her."Analyn isn't with you? Didn't you ask her to come see you?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes."What are you talking about?" I demanded to know. This wasn't good. Analyn was carrying my heir. I need to keep her safe no matter what."Charlotte came over a few minutes ago and told Analyn that you asked her to join her outside," Sylvia said. Now she was starting to look concerned. "What happened? Where is she?" she asked, but I didn't answer her.A feeling of dread grew in at the pit of my stomach. Analyn was in trouble. I knew it. That girl Charlotte lied to her, and she wouldn't lie to her unless she w

Analyn POV"So, what do you think we should do?" Ambrose asked when we left my father's home."I think we should find that witch my dad was talking about," I said"But her village was burned. Didn't you hear what your dad said? What if she died?" Ambrose said.She can't. She is the piece of my puzzle. She could help me find out where I came from. I'm going to go visit this village and find out for myself," I said."No, you won't. You're going home and rest," Ambrose glared at me."You can't tell me what to do. I need to know these things. This was a lot to handle and I am tired of being so clueless about everything," I said and started crying. I didn't know what to do or what to think. I went to my dad for answers, but I came up with more questions. I felt like my father knew a lot more about me, but he wasn't willing to tell me anything. So I had to take matters into my own hands and handle things my way whether I had help

Analyn POVI looked in the mirror and gasped as I saw the angry mark Ambrose left me. It looked like a tattoo that shaped like a crescent moon. But it wasn't cleanly drawn like how a tattoo would be. Instead, it was more similar to a birthmark.I've only heard stories about werewolves leaving marks on their partner so they could be bonded for life but seeing it on my own skin was just unreal. Shirley and Tessa would lose their shit when they saw it.And I was happy that he finally did it but...Did he have to do it on an embarrassing spot like this? I blushed as I looked at my right breast. How am I supposed to wear v neck dresses without feeling embarrassed now?Wear it proud, no need to be embarrassed, I told myself. This is what I wanted.I wanted to be his and he finally accepted me, but does he love me? I didn't want to ask in case he said no.Charlotte was standing by the door with her head down. Her face was gl

Analyn POV "We need to talk about your sudden ability to hear me," Ambrose said. He was staring at me intently as if to study me. "Hear you? I could always hear your annoying voice. I am not deaf," I teased him. Ambrose made a snorting noise and looked at me irritably. "Don't be a smartass. I meant the thing about hearing my thoughts. And you even heard my wolf. What's up with that? No one can hear him but me," he said. "Well, it turns out I can. He has a deep and husky voice, very soothing to my ears," I said. I tried not to laugh as his face turned wrinkly from annoyance. "He must be a handsome boy. Like my grandma's dog Dusty," I added. [Not only that I'm handsome, I am also very cuddly,] his wolf chuffed. I giggled. "You seem nicer too," I cooed. [I can do the things he won't do, babygirl. Like saying sweet things in your ears all night long,] the voice grumbled. "Okay, this is very weird. Stop flir