All Chapters of Unwanted Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

iss Kardashian's POV I paced around the house, unsure of what to think or even how to go about the thinking. My mind was not settled. Not even in the slightest bit. One thing that bothered me was how much attention Damon was giving to the slave girl that called herself Evie. I knew that I should probably not be so bothered, but it was the first time I saw Damon pay so much attention to anyone.Granted, he was always maltreating her, but something kept telling me that he and the girl had something going on with each other. I was so sure that the reason why he left when we were making out was because of the girl. It was just that by the time I dressed up and made to rush out, Damon was back in with me.I paused in the way I kept pacing about, my eyes roaming around the large hall I was standing in downstairs but not really seeing anything.Even a few minutes ago, about twenty minutes now, when the girl nearly burned down the house, Damon has done nothing other than order the woman to

Evie's POVI knew that I shouldn't be seated in a corner, in the middle of the night, crying my eyes out like a fool. But I was tired already and at my wit's end, so I had no other choice. It felt like I was going to die from all the emotions if I didn't let them out. And what better way to do that than to shed the tears I have been trying so hard to keep under control while trying to make sure both Damon and Miss Kardashian do not see me in my weak state?I got apprehensive when I heard a footstep sound somewhere in the kitchen. I looked up but couldn't see anything in the dark. The reason why I came to the kitchen, in the first place, was so that I won't be forced to remain silent in the room I share with about ten other slaves. And I knew that if I let out my emotions there in the room, I would be disturbing them and they would hate me for it. Maybe one or two of them could pick up some kind of enmity with me also.With the kind of hard life I was already living, I really shouldn't

vie's POV The moment Damon was gone from the place, I picked up all the cleaning items I worked with and made to scurry out of the place because I knew that with the temper that Miss Kardashian was probably feeling, I would be the scapegoat for her misfortune. The luck that I was supposed to use out of the place ran out though before I got to the door."Stop right there!" I heard the dreadful command of the woman, the same fear that made me want to be out of reach from her. I stopped walking and turned to face her, my head bowed slightly and looking at the floor to avoid getting into more trouble with her. Her loud footsteps kept sounding in the room, and I winced as I felt my back injuries conjured up from knowing that I was going to be in another batch of troubles."And just who gave you the permission to walk away?" She asked me. "I-I," I stammered out, not sure of what to say. The bucket of dirty water I held suddenly felt too heavy and I wanted nothing more than to drop the buc

vie's POV Life didn't fare any better staying at the Night Wolves Pack. If anything, it made me get into more unbearable situations, especially now that the other servants, even those that were humans, were now making themselves scurry up to Miss Kardashian just to be in her favour. In the end, I was the one who suffered the brute of their decisions.What hurt the most was the fact that the little corner I had always rested my body after each longest day work was no longer allocated to me. Now, I had to sleep outside the door like a security man or I should say a security woman in this case. "The Gamma is returning today after such a long journey." I heard one of the maids cleaning the hall with me say to another. My ears perked up at those words and I was left wondering why they would say the gamma was returning when the vicious woman had always been around."I know, right?" Another one answered with a wistful sigh. "The Alpha needs to stop sending out those hot men. At least, just

vie's POV I knew, even without being told, that I was in a lot of trouble. I could see it. I could feel it. From the way Damon's dark eyes were glowing, I knew he was very angry. And once again, I seemed to be the reason for that unjustified anger. Or was the anger justified this time?Seeing as he kept squeezing a wet envelope in his hand, I knew that whatever was in there should be very important to him. What I didn't understand was why he would think I was the cause of the envelope getting ruined by dropping it in the water. The fact that I have never been into his office without an invitation made it even harder for me to think straight about the accusation that was laid at my feet.And who had claimed to see me when I was committing the act? The very same Miss Kardashian that wished nothing for me but ill luck and possibly death?Of course, she would lie against me. She would do or say anything just to see me getting punished. But why would she lie about something this gravious?