All Chapters of Fated to the Demon Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Where is the little gamma?” Almost instantly, the only sound of cutleries against the plates ceased, everyone veered to the edge of the table where Alpha Xavier crouched, resting against the chair calmly. Jett turned to the vacant chair beside him before his questioning gaze went to his friends and they shrugged their shoulders. “Commander, where is your mate?” Xavier directed the question to the person on his right. Xavier tilted his head, staring at his commander, waiting for an answer, not failing to notice the faint redness on the commander’s cheek, trying so hard to conceal it with a poker person. “Are you blushing?” the Alpha poked fun at and the table broke into laughter, the commander instantly shook his head. Alpha Xavier snickered in leisure and shook his head, he could take a wild guess on what had happened to the little Gamma. “Ah, Commander Stefan is diffident

"Xavier..." Ignoring the call of his name, he ambled over to his seat behind his massive brown table. He crouched down, while his regard and awareness went to the unanticipated newcomer standing in front of him, glamorous as a diva he would say. Honey kissed skin, with eyes that shimmered like the moonlight, her eyes were striking, the kind that pierced through your soul with a hint of hazel, her lips were lusciously fleshy and her hair was dark gold with flaxen highlight pulled tightly back from her face, such beauty for sore eyes. "Ah, Autumn. You've returned. How was your travel?" He beamed, catching her off guard with his delightful tone as she strode closer to the table, swinging her hips from side to side seductively in a pair of skinny, black jeans, a purple blouse covering her top, and a pair of riding black boots on her feet that railed against the floor as she walked. She stopped, placing both her hands on the table, and leaned her upper body down, an expressionless look

No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn.He sought as he reckoned on those words, they were straightforward yet concealed with a much deeper essence.He stood at the open window, letting the frostiness yet alleviating breeze of nature to nuzzle against his exposed body, covered with nothing but a pair of pants that hung low on his hips.His caliginous gaze was on the moon, it was at its greatest once again, glimmering sliver up there in the deserted sky, sponsoring and accountable for his tribulation.Every spring, summer, fall, and winter felt the same, different days but the same shit but then again, not every day was bad, not that it couldn't get any worst.He continued to gaze at the moon with rancor. "Ready to plague me, are we?" He scoffed. It was the last day of the full moon and it was time for his misery. Guess the moon wasn't all that righteous especially the bitch that hid behind it, too much of an ostrich to face him, he would have loved to scrape her face, he sn

Jett had never felt this much wrath in his entire life. He stood there, hands crossed over his broad chest, standing over a few broken branches, inhaling heavily the wildflowers and animal scene in the green forest, his brows down and together, his amber eyes glaring with heavy malice that couldn't be unseen, his lips narrowing, slightly parted.The more he stared, the more the fresh feeling of simmering bitterness spiraled through his body like hot streaming lava while his soul combusted with an erupting flame. He felt like exploding till an unexpected hit came on his side and his head sharply turned over to the intruder, his eyes flashing red, his alpha surfacing."What?!" He snapped in a harsh tone, making Sam step back with his hands held up in surrender."Chill man, why so snappy?"Sam voiced, his blue eyes holding confusion."Nothing!" Another snappy voice as the white hair Alpha threw his face away like a child throwing unnecessary tantrums."Are you mad about the exercise, it

Jett didn't know how long he sat there, on the slimy ground of the grove, squatting beside the cadaver of his ginger hair friend, along with the deceased bodies of the other bastards while the night obscured over him.He felt apathetic, it was like his sense of feeling and reasoning had been taken away from him forcefully, his amber eyes were devoid of nothing, gawking into an empty abyssal as he didn't move from his position.Finally, he let the burning tears in his eyes fall, unable to stare at his friend any longer as guilt and regret weighed him down, growing heavier and heavier by the tickling of the clock knowing it was another fault of his that Finn was gone, because of his inability to take care of his pack, his family and his friends.Suddenly, he let out a sob and his shoulders vibrated as his wailing voice got louder and louder, unsettling the serenity of the noiseless night.Finn was gone, who knew who would be next. It could be Riyan or Ace or any of his pack members. The