All Chapters of Trapped By My Forbidden Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The guards followed Alessio’s command. Grabbing Liam by his arms, they dragged him out of the room after snatching the weapon out of his hand. He did not put up a fight nor say a word. It was like I had ripped his soul out of him. They were out of the door, and as soon as the door shut behind them, a heavy breath left my lips as I fell forward, clutching my head with my hands, my whole body shaking. I knew I would feel bad for doing this to him, but I had not realised the extent of it until this very moment. I just betrayed my childhood best friend. My heart was in pain, my eyes trying to push back the tears that threatened to fall. I had to clench my eyes shut tightly to keep the tears from falling. The look in his eyes was haunting me. He trusted me blindly. I had betrayed his trust. He must think I am the most worthless, worst person to ever come in his life. He must be cursing me. He must be cursing himself for ever putting his trust in me. I remained the same way for several mi

“This much shyness?” Mr. Alex raised his brows suspiciously, “how is that possible?” The other students were still laughing at me answer but I kept my gaze on Mr. Alex. I did feel hurt by the way I was being mocked publicly but that was the only reason I could think of in the spur of the moment. And it did sound believable, didn’t it? “Yes, it has been the same since childhood.” I responded calmly, meeting Mr. Alex’s eyes, “I have not changed form in front of anyone. You can ask them. I have tried but my wolf is adamant.” Mr. Alex had fallen silent as thoughts swirled behind his eyes. Only he was the one who did not laugh at my answer. I was getting anxious with each passing second. Was he going to kick me out of the training? The school? Send me to Alpha? The mere thought of standing in front of Alessio was frightening to me. As an Alpha, he would definitely do what is right for his pack. And a supposed wolfless mutt like me will get kicked out of the pack instantly if Misha did no

A week more had passed by with Mr. Alex teaching me combat and fighting stance in our private lessons. Even though it was extremely exhausting for me to work constantly, and my body was literally breaking down, I could not dare to back down. “You need to take me down now.” Mr. Alex stood two feet away from me and announced, “to make it fair, I will be using only one hand and you are allowed to use all your limbs to take me down.” “That does not sound fair.” I muttered, grinning. Wouldn’t it be too easy? “When you have as much experience as me, kiddos like you start to look like ants that I would absolutely crush if I used all my power.” Mr. Alex retorted smugly. “Alright. Let’s see about that.” I laughed and pushed forward to attack. My first move was to throw a punch at his face, which he immediately dodged, as I had expected. His arm shot out to grab me which I tried to fight off as if the arm was a "thing." It was like a wild animal that was trying to eat me. I tried to lunge

Mia Since it was the weekend, everyone was having a longer sleepy morning, well, except for omegas, of course. After placing the breakfast on the table as I was about to walk back into the kitchen, my eyes fell on a familiar figure standing by the couch in the hall, staring at me. I approached him with hesitant steps. Mr. Alex did not look angry like yesterday anymore. There was a frown covering his forehead but aside from that, there was no sign of agitation. When he saw me coming toward him, he straightened. Bowing in front of him in respect, I muttered, “Good morning. Are you looking for someone?” “You.” he responded, making me surprised. Had he been waiting in the ground since morning? I thought I had already informed him yesterday that we will not be continuing the training anymore. “Mia, I am sorry for losing my patience yesterday,” he spoke up before I had a chance to say anything, “as a teacher, I should have been more understanding and calm.” he clasped his hands together

As I walked out of the pack house the next day, I heard the sound of commotion from the pack ground. At this time in the morning there was usually the sound of warrior’s practising their moves but today it was unusually loud and chaotic. Curious, I moved toward the ground only to find a crowd gathered at the bleachers, cheering madly. A girl and a man double her size were fighting each other on the ground, their fierce moves were being pounded on each other at the speed of lighting. I could not even see when an attack landed and the next one came. The man was a heavily muscled warrior with tattoos running from his hand to up her biceps. His body was like those fighters in the arena that we usually saw in big wars. The young girl was perhaps in her early twenties, a tall one at perhaps five point seven height, but still shorter than the man. She wore leather pants and a sleeveless vest that hugged her form tightly like a second skin. Her ponytail flew in the air as she moved. The man