All Chapters of She Belongs To The Alphas : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Waylen was a grudge-keeper. If I didn’t care about him, I would have left him to his devices and anger, but I did. So, I was stuck, and it was affecting my relationship with Malik. We hadn’t spoken about the list since we left Waylen’s office two days ago. I hadn’t asked Malik about an update for fear of hearing more bad news. For now, my sister was fine, my mom and friends too. The only people I had to worry about were those who showed up for the party. A party I helped to plan. I couldn’t let them just die because Waylen was being a hard nut to crack. I paused what I was working on the monitor to pull out my phone and text Joe. Waylen was still at the office. I had a few minutes until lunch break to get there. I had no plans beyond the tickets in my purse. Trying again for the umpteenth time, I called Waylen, but it went straight to voicemail. What did he want from me? Fine, I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t give Malik up. I rounded off the tasks and shut the laptop. Malik w

WAYLEN Beth crossed her arms on her chest. “Not even close. You deserve worse than that.”  Tension hung heavy in the air. Her chest fell and rose, and her loathful glare stayed on me. The January air whipped her hair out of its confine, sticking it to her glossy lips, and she angrily yanked it into a bun. “Look, you said you don’t want to fight,” I began. I had put some distance between us to give her space. “We can either put all of these behind us and go watch our movie, or I take you back to your new office, Beth. Everything I’ve done is to protect you.” “Except to actually protect me.”  “You have no idea, Beth.”  She rolled her eyes and pushed away from the car. “At least you’re right about one thing. I don’t want to fight you. We’ll see the movie and forget this conversation.” “If you can’t handle a conversation, then don’t ask me to talk,” I told her. The anger roaring inside me was from weeks of guilt, pen

I rotated my shoulders and kicked out my feet. A stranger who happened upon me at this moment would think I was preparing for something physical, but it was only a text. The chat between Waylen and me was open. My text from this morning was still unanswered. Delivered but unread. I didn’t know if it was deliberate. All the other texts had been delivered, read, and ignored. Today, I was determined to be patient with him. I grabbed the phone on the sink and typed a simple good morning message.  That, too, went unanswered.  I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed my handbag from the chair. The room was empty. Malik must be out there. Another rut was approaching, but we hadn’t talked about it. If, after everything, Waylen refused to accept Malik, tough decisions would have to be made. I couldn’t let him suffer that again. I turned to the mirror and smacked my purple lips. The color looked better than I thought it would have on me. Malik was on

Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue. The time for games was over. They needed to talk so we could find a permanent solution to the council and prevent another painful rut for Malik. I also wanted my freedom and independence, that of my sister and mom too. They couldn’t go anywhere without someone watching. It was an exhausting life for all of us involved. Waylen hadn’t replied yet. The message hadn’t been read, so I figured he was busy. I smeared my lipstick with my index finger, covering every inch of my lips with red. My dress was knee-length and easily accessible. Hopefully, I could get a real dick today. If not Malik’s, then Waylen’s. My phone rang as I finished with my m

MALIKElizabeth and Waylen looked perfect with her seated on his lap. I was almost hesitant to call their attention to me, but it only took a few seconds for Waylen to notice me. My hand raised in a wave that never happened.  There was something different about him, not anything callous but relaxing. I slipped onto the couch opposite them as Elizabeth smiled. I knew how to tackle angry Waylen, but this version was something else. Scary. “Malik,” Elizabeth said. I noticed his arm on her waist. Instead of creating any more awkwardness by having her come to hug or kiss me, I stretched out my hand to her, and she placed hers over it. I dropped a kiss on her knuckles, and she chuckled. She was happy, the happiest I had seen her in a while. I couldn’t say if Waylen saw it, but this was what I meant when I always said, her happiness depended on both of us. “Did you have any trouble locating the place?”  “No. It was pretty easy, love.” Waylen was