All Chapters of The Alpha's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My eyes fluttered open only to shut back from the sharp pain the bright light caused. Gosh, Papa, why did you uncover the curtains this early? Groaning, I turned the other way when a worse pain shot through my whole body, making a squeak escape my lips. My head hammered like it would burst anytime. I shot up to a sitting position, clutching my head till the ache subsided by a fraction. That was when I felt it. The bandage wrapped around my head. My brows furrowed as I finally noticed my surrounding. Squinting, I took a glance around. A white themed room with minimal furniture and a huge glass window at one side. Where was I? I couldn't recognize this place. And what happened to me? Why couldn't I remember? Papa. My eyes widened as one by one the memories from last night began to replay in my head. The move out. The accident. The gun shot... "Papa. Papa!" I called, casting the blanket off of me and jumped out of the bed. The second my feet touched the ground,

I realized too late of the blunder I committed. The man stood there like a victorian warrior, in a black vest, a black trenchcoat and same dark hair. It was combed back, reaching right above the end of his nape. A light scruff shadowed the length of his jaw. He was the definition of perfection, if not for the slightly askew shape of his straight nose as though it had been broken before. "Leave," the word came out of his mouth in a low, gutteral command, and as soon it reached Nola and Tera, they took off in a heartbeat, leaving us all alone. Perspiration ran down my temple as I gulped. My eyes latched onto the doorway, contemplating on running, escaping. Maybe, not far, but at least away enough from this menacing stranger. In a slow, treacherous manner, his eyes turned to me, and all I could see there was raw, vicious hatred as though if he could, he would kill me again and again in the most excruciating ways possible. What caused him to do that was a puzzle to me. I didn't even

I looked through the mirror. The girl that stared back looked nothing like I remembered. Her bright blonde hair was in a tangle, and the electric blue of her irises almost faded to a baby blue. A small cut reddened the spot over her left eyebrow where the bandage occupied previously. It was healing. Sighing, I slid the worn-out shirt over my head and gasped from what I witnessed. There were bruises all over my pale skin, taking the shades from black to blue. Some even nearly matched the red crystal in my necklace that rested in between my breasts. They hurt when the tip of my index finger poked, making me hiss and lean over the sink. I thought about it. I thought about it all, since the day I first moved to the night my life changed all over again. Even three days ago I was a happy girl, partying with my short-term friends despite the fear of the unknown monster. I supposed what you couldn't see wouldn't hurt enough, but what you did see, what you heard with your own ears struck har

"Ready my dinner." I heard him say while I sprinted out of his room in a lightning speed, both from embarrassment and fear. By the time I reached downstairs, my cheeks burned, and my heart hammered. I had been staring. I had never stared at a man like that before. Except at pictures of Henry Cavill, but that was another thing. And what was worse was that for a second, I almost admired his masculine beauty. I should hate him, loath him, abhor his mere existence for separating me from my papa and spewing bullshit about him. I didn't believe him. Not even the slightest. With each minute passed, and I thought about my father committing murder, I hated myself even more for letting myself get carried away into this. Letting out a sigh, I started towards the kitchen when from the corner of my eyes the mahogany front door caught my attention. A daring thought crossed my mind. Almost immediately my eyes shifted up the stairs. He was taking a bath. Undoubtedly he would require time. No

The tip of a hot finger traced along my jawline, before a masculine voice whispered into my ear, "Are you resting well, pet?" "Mhm," I responded, stirring in my sleep. "Well, that's not something I can let happen," he drawled. My eyes shot open and found two familiar silver ones staring back. They were hard, so much I almost missed the glint of dark amusement playing in them. I jolted to a sitting position on the sofa in the living room, sinking farther in as his hovering figure inched closer. I felt like the smallest creature caught in the headlights of a giant truck. He didn't say a thing, just stared. Though he didn't have to, because the daring aura surrounding him did all the talking on his behalf, and it didn't take me more than a braincell to know I got him pissed. I suddenly had the urge to chastise myself. How could I let myself fall asleep down here in the open? Then again I wasn't expecting him for another six hours considering he just left not two hours ago. Nonethe