All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE : SUBMIT ALPHA IAN'S CURSE : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sherry's POV: I sat on my daughter's bed as Maggie brushed my hair. "Where is Damon?" I asked softly. "In his study. Right after your meal, he asked me to inform you privately that he had something to look at," she answered as my wolf growled angrily. She didn't like that our mate was acting distant with us since Ian and his men were spending the night over. "And the twins?" I asked. "They are at the training field as usual," she answered. "Good. Now then, did you invite Alpha Ian and Beta Neo to this room?" I asked softly. "Yes, Luna, I did. Although they both looked surprised, they easily agreed," she answered. I was about to say how she had done a good job when I heard a knock. I wanted to talk to them somewhere privately, that's why I asked Maggie to be present, and I chose one of the twins' bedrooms because it was the safest choice, I believed. "Please come in," I answered, knowing fully well who they were by their scent. I heard the door open, then light footsteps ap

Roxanne's POV: "You see, my parents were both loving to me, and they did their best to let me know how lucky I was to be born in their care. I knew they had some problems with the coven; sadly, I was too young to understand what they were," he said, then closed his eyes for a second and opened them. In them, I could see anger as well as sadness. "The day my parents died was the day I took over the role of master. I inherited it all: properties, lands, and the name itself. Although I had everything, I was broken and empty inside. When I became of age, I turned to look for comfort in women and parties," he said as I frowned. My heart was beginning to pick up and ache over his confession. "I fucked and fed from many elegant ladies who presented themselves to me, but that didn't make me feel less lonely. I actually became lonelier," he said as I found myself standing up. I felt sorry for him, and I really did want to hear the whole story, but it was getting hard for me with each sent

Roxanne's POV: I was exhausted from lack of sleep and I somehow felt grumpy. After Garren had escorted me back to my room, he went on to his without a word. I knew he was attracted to me, but how could he be so at ease with me being in the same house as him? "You can always let me take over and seduce him," Astrid said proudly. "No way," I answered at the top of my voice, then stood up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Once I had stripped off my clothes, I stood in the shower, enjoying the cold water running down my body. We were progressing as mates, that I knew, and he really did like me. There was no doubt about it. No one in their right mind could open up about their past life if they had no feelings for the other person. What wasn't clear to me was which side he was going to take. Just because he was accepting me, it didn't mean he would stand by my side with my father. He hated him to the bone, and he was still serving the coven. That was something he was very c

Garren's POV: I looked at Ian furiously, while Roman remained silent. He was beyond shocked by his story. "Let me get this straight. Are you fucking implying that the coven I willingly serve killed my beloved parents?" I shouted. "He isn't implying, kid. He is telling you," the pureblood, whose name I had learned was Samantha, answered. "I don't want to hear this from a weakling," I spat. She hissed at me but stopped when the fairy grabbed her hand. "Just so you know, Samantha isn't a weakling. She isn't at her best right now because she avoids drinking human blood. She doesn't kill unnecessarily to feed, and she can't feed on me because who could survive being fed on for years?" The man defended her. From his words, I could tell they were either partners or sleeping together. "That's the exact definition of a weakling. She can always drink from bad guys or even the clinic if she's playing the righteous card," I mocked. I knew she hated the coven, but there was no way she would

Roman's POV: I looked at my mate seriously after setting her down in front of me. She was quietly gazing into my eyes, as if expecting me to react negatively. When I had lifted her up, I was expecting her to put up a fight or yell at me to put her down. The fact that she did none of that didn't sit well with me. "Are you happy to see that boy toy?" I asked seriously, then frowned deeply when she burst into laughter. "Boy toy?" she asked between laughs. I loved that she was laughing, but at the same time, I hated it. I growled loudly in warning, and she instantly stopped and composed herself. "No, he isn't my boy toy or anything. He's just my first crush and our pack's warrior," she answered seriously as I raised a brow to make sure she was telling the truth. "Who in their right mind would reject their mate for someone else?" she asked, and I sighed softly. She was right. Those assholes who willingly rejected their own mates were insane. While it was common in a werewolf pack