All Chapters of Alpha and his Human mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I yawned and flopped on the bed, muttering, "Huff, I'm so tired." Damon's mom, who was also my mom now, took me shopping. I exerted all of my effort to persuade her to stop buying any more things, but she did not listen to me at all. She went to the other mall after leaving the first one and continued shopping there and this goes on and on just like this. Since she is a werewolf, I naturally assumed that this was the reason why she has more energy than I do; however, even a werewolf would not be able to do this. She was doing this shopping for me and Damon, and we really appreciate it. I pleaded with her several times to stop, but all she said was, "I think we have to come again tomorrow in order to purchase the rest of the things." When I heard what she said, my stomach dropped, and my eyes grew large enough for you to see how shocked I was. It had been on my plans to pay Noah a visit today, but due to mom, it was impossible for me to leave the mall for even a second. At first, I

Today was the day that Noah would finally learn the truth about his mother and father. I knew going in that it wouldn't be an easy task, but I was determined to come back having accomplished what I set out to do. I took him to a place where there was no one else around but the two of us and explained to him that his parents had been destined to die and that no one was to blame for their passing. He laughed at me and said that I was the same as everyone else because I had taken Damon's side in the argument. This sort of behavior was to be expected, and I can't say that I blame him for saying it. He caused his own injury by failing to control his anger, and as I was tending to his wound, I told him, "Harris's mother did not pass away because of Damon's actions; rather, she passed away as a result of your parents' actions." He tried to ignore what I had to say, but I persisted in reminding him that "he blamed Damon for years when you knew there was something none of them knew but you st

It was a fact that he had hatred for you, but his feelings toward Patricia ran much deeper than that. She never missed an opportunity to steal anything that was valuable to him. When he was a young boy, his father gave him a dog as a gift. Because it was the only present his father ever gave him, he cherished the dog more than anything else in the world, but Patricia begged her father to kill him because she couldn't stand the sight of him showing such affection for an animal.She desired to have him exclusively for herself. From the time she was a child until the present, Damon has been like a treasure that she has always wanted to obtain. After seeing her true form, Damon quickly developed a deep-seated hatred for her.Although there was a time when I believed that she did this because she loves him, I now realize that my assumption was incorrect. She sees him as nothing more than a trophy to add to her collection. But ever since you've been a part of his life, her fixation on him h

When Damon came into the restroom, I was trying on the dress that I was going to wear to his birthday party. I was surprised because I hadn't expected him to come in. However, the moment he touched me, heat rose throughout my body, and I began anticipating more.My favorite thing about him has always been his touch, and this is especially true now that I know what kind of person he is. I enjoyed it when he touched me, but at the same time, I wanted him to stop doing it. If I moaned loudly, the woman who was sleeping outside would hear me, and that would be enough to put me in an embarrassing and awkward situation by itself.I cautioned him to stop, but he ignored my words and continued to tease me in spite of it. To say that I wanted him to do more than it wouldn’t be wrong, but at the same time, I wanted to get my own back on him, because it was unfair. Since it was always him making fun of me, I decided that I would do the same thing today.I told him, "Damon, if you don't stop, the

As Ramson drove his weapon forward, plunging it deep into Peter's flesh, the world around them seemed to go utterly silent. The sound of Peter's choked gasp caught in his throat, the sensation of the weapon tearing through his skin, the scent of iron-rich blood flooding the air, all of it faded away into a void of stillness.Ramson's eyes remained fixed on his victim's face, watching as the colour slowly drained from his cheeks and his eyes rolled back in agony. For a moment, the two men were frozen in time, locked in a gruesome dance of violence and death.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Ramson withdrew his weapon, and Peter collapsed to the ground, his body crumpling like a rag doll. The silence persisted, broken only by the soft thud of the body hitting the earth.Ramson stood over his fallen foe, breathing heavily, his weapon slick with blood. In the aftermath of the brutal act, he felt a strange sense of emptiness, as though the silence that had descended