All Chapters of A Taste of My Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Oh my god!” I quickly brought her arm closer to take a good look at the scratches, “what happened?!” The sight of hundreds of cuts on her thin arm was horrifying. Here I had been crying and sobbing over a boy while she had been suffering without me out there? What happened to her out there when I was laying here like  dead thinking nothing worse can happen to me? Guilt was filling my heart.  “Just some scratches.” Mom mumbled and tried to pull her hand away from mine. “Mom, these are not ‘some scratches’. I can see them!” “August, it is nothing. Stop worrying about it.” I gri

Adrian It was the moment when I realised… this is what I had been craving for so desperately. Her body against mine had become stiff for a brief moment, but when my hand gripped the back of her head tighter and my arms clutched her closer so I could breath in nothing but her, all the tension melted away. Her lips against mine were soft and yielding. A soft smirk spread on the corner of my lips. She loves me but still tries to say and act like she doesn’t. Groaning in my throat, I desperately tried to get more taste of her. My tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth. She moaned and pulled me closer to her, her hands gripping my shoulders. I felt her tongue slip past my lips and into my mouth as well. I could feel her hands on my body, her fingers digging into my skin. The instant my tongue touched hers, her body melted into my mine. Her arms went around my neck, her fingers slid into my hair, she tilted her head to the side and that was it. My fingers slid under her camisole

His eyes fell on me immediately. There was a flash of aggression in his gaze, but I looked away. It was better for the things to go back to the way they were. I didn’t know Adrian’s whereabouts and he was not aware of my existence. “Oh, don’t mind Kaya’s words, August.” Leila snatched her legs back, frowning, “she is stupid. You don’t have to do this.” “It is alright.” I mumbled extending my hands again to take off her slipper, “this is my duty. You are our guest.” Grabbing the back of her leg, I pulled the brand new, white slippers out of her feet and stood up, “I will bring you a new pair. There are ruggy ones that are soft enough for you to walk inside your room and inside the pack house comfortably.” I bowed my head, and walked out of the room. I did not dare to lift up my eyes to look at any of them. I could already imagine everyone’s expressions. Lucinda must be smirking, Leila must be felling guilty, Kaya should be arrogantly smug, and Adrian… I don’t know what he would be

Something soft touched my forehead. I flinched immediately, scared. Agony shot up in my whole body, and I whimpered, almost sobbing. “Hey. Hey, it is me.” the voice was just as soft as the touch had been. And it felt familiar.  I tried to open my eyes. Since they were swollen shut, I could barely see anything. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision. When I could finally see, I saw the figure of a man bent on his knees in front of me.  “A- Adrian?” I asked, barely about to whisper through chapped lips. I had not eaten or drank anything since I had been brought to the dungeons. I think it had been more than three days because the guards came every day to investigate the truth out of me. 

I was still as a rock. I had a faint idea of what he was about to say but I did not want him to confirm my fear.  “You were running away from this pack?!” he barked angrily, “I went to your house and the sight that greeted me was of a very clean house that had all things packed already. You were fleeing from here? Without even saying one damn thing to me?” I flinched at his loud voice but then turned my head away and muttered, “It has nothing to do with you.”  “The hell it doesn’t!” he shouted, his hand slamming on the wall beside my head, “you are my mate! I have every fucking right to know what goes on with you!” “No, I am not your m