All Chapters of TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hope’s POVWe are not given much time to say goodbye. Almost immediately, a group of men clad in black shirts and pants, none of whom are staff from the school come for us and lead us to the principal’s room.The room is huge, bigger than I imagined. Angela who has been sent to the principal’s room once before for detention once told me that the room is old, tardy and smells of rotten furniture.Either the room had a makeover or Angela was drunk out of her mind when she told me this but this room looks like it was pulled from a Vogue Living magazine.The place is huge with high white ceilings and dark fluffy grey carpet. The pristine white walls are lined with endless plaques and certificates. There is even a portrait of Crescent Mane’s first Alpha hanging behind the principal’s huge mahogany desk.The group of men clad in black fence out across the room to stop any of us from escaping. To escape would mean not only death for us, but also for three generations of our family. So when

Hope’s POVI have blamed my father for a lot of bad things in my life, but right now, I cannot be more grateful for what he taught me when he was still alive.The whistle.I never thought I would need it, but here I am. I can only hope that I will get through this unhurt.It is an innocent whistle, a whistle so inaudible and low on frequency that it can catch wolves unawares. But it is also a whistle so potent that it can damage an opponent’s eardrum and cause their ears to bleed. In some cases, wolves can even end up deaf. It is a whistle I have yet to truly master. I am not even sure if I will even cause any damage to the jerk’s ears. The truck door slams shut and the engine roars to life. I feel the truck start to move. For a moment, I think that maybe the jerk will stop his assault. Surely his colleague at the wheel is aware of this whole thing? Surely someone will stop him? Slap him to his senses maybe?From the corner of my eyes, I see the monster slip a thick gloved hand un

Hope’s POVWhen I was younger, mother would read me the tale of Sleeping Beauty. I loved how the beautiful princess who was cursed to fall into deep slumber would be saved and awakened by her true love’s kiss.It was only much later that I found out about the original version of the story.Yes, Sleeping Beauty fell into a deep sleep. But she was not awakened by a handsome young prince. Instead, in her sleep, she was raped and impregnated by an old, evil king. There was no happy ending for Sleeping Beauty.I do not want to end up like her.My first instinct upon regaining consciousness is to sit up but for some reason, my limbs feel strangely heavy, as if a massive hand is pressing down on my body. I am lying motionless on my side on what feels like a thin, flimsy mattress.This is when I realize that I am paralysed. I cannot move, open my eyes or call out for help. And all I can hear is the sound of silence.I had been hit at the back of my head. Hard. I smell the blood on my face.Fo

Blake’s POVMy name is Blake Parker. To many, I am heir to the Crescent Manes pack and the pack’s future Alpha.What a joke.I was never meant to be the Alpha, not by a long shot. You see, my mother was never an elite in the pack. She was born an omega before she became my father’s mistress. She died before her eighteenth birthday. She died in the Omega Games. This is not something many people know. It’s like a taboo to even mention my mother’s name in the household.I remember the night they took her from me. I was barely three but I remember everything. Every single fucking detail. I remember the fear in her eyes even as she tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight in my bedroom. Her hands were cold and her hands were trembling. I remember the droplets of tears that fell on my head before she was dragged away, never to be seen again. And I remember, Mrs Parker with her taut face and thin red lips coming into my room the very next morning, telling me to call her mother from now on.

Blake’s POvAn eerie sound fills the air and my eyes snap wide open. I see Hope inching towards the entrance of the cave and immediately, I spring to my feet. The wind, it howls like a pack of wolves on a hunt, this is no ordinary wind.A protective instinct kicks in and I spring towards Hope, stopping right next to her. The night is still young and the charred trees shake violently in the shadows of the torrent of rain and wind. But neither the darkness nor the storm keeps me from see the group of young men and women lurking near the entrance. I estimate at least five of them. Omegas. Omegas out for blood. Omegas desperate to win the game.“What’s the matter -“ Hope begins as the group charge forward. “Stay back!” I order and put myself between her and them. The Omegas snarl and leap, trying to claw at us with their bare hands and I take them all at once. Hands and nails slash at me and one even tries to sink his bare teeth into my calf. Hope screams, “Watch out, Blake!”I ra