All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RayneThe brunch went better than expected and there wasn't a lot of attention on me, which was the part I liked the most. Victor sat at the end of the table with my father and his family, and I was sitting at the other end with Denise. They talked about MoonWater a lot and I felt uncomfortable when I heard them mention Max a few times. My father is really angry and sometimes when I look at Denise, I notice that she looks worried. I know she wants to convince him to spare Max, but it seems like he doesn't want to do that.He wants to bring down the whole of MoonWater. Reynold seems to share his sentiments. There seems to be some bad blood between his pack and Max’s. I wonder if his pack was also affect doing that Great War that ruined everything. It seems everyone hates Max and his pack. Well, it’s his father who did everything. He just inherited the role and is working with what he found. But is that me making excuses for him? It’s hard to say. Maybe you could’ve changed things if

Rayne I’m being dragged backward and no amount of digging my heels into the ground is going to stop this. He’s just too strong. With his hand over my mouth, I can barely make a sound. My screams are all muffled and I guess that the worst part is that I can’t breathe. I feel suffocated and breathless. And the more I try to scream, the worst it gets. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I have to take you home.”I want to scream at him that that isn’t my home. My home is right here. He’s stealing me away from the only place in the world where I’ve ever felt remotely comfortable in. Everyone who has ever genuinely cared about me lives in this place. My father. Denise. I disappear and they won’t even know what happened. They’ll probably imagine that I was stolen away. And then my father will want to start a war he won’t win. I don’t want him to lose everything anymore, not for my sake. I should have just gone inside the house. I should never have tried to go talk to the guard. This bastard.

RayneTraveling with Victor is exactly what I thought it would be. As silent as a grave. Denise and I can only exchange a few looks. He's so vigilant and cautious that we don't speak for fear of distracting him. It seems that they're really afraid of being ambushed by MoonWater, which is why everything needs to be silent so he can hear any noise around us. I have to admit that I wanted to change my mind as soon as I stepped outside and saw him standing there rigidly. I don't know what it was that made my step falter. The intense look he gave me, maybe. The more I interact with him, the more I'm sure that I get under his skin somehow. Perhaps the only reason why he stands me is because of the good relationship between our packs. Or maybe. Maybe. He was sour because I never thanked him for saving me. Which was why I apologized just as he was loading my bag on the carriage. I thanked him kindly for helping me and he barely looked at my face. He just nodded curtly. Dismissively. Alth

MaxI kick at the desk and watch everything come crashing down. Pleasure courses through me. Lately, the only thing that makes me calmer is breaking things. Whenever I break something, I feel all my anger being released, and it's better than feeling this all-consuming emptiness that's been haunting my days since Rayne left. I don't know what to do with myself. I haven't been able to sleep and I have barely been able to eat. I wasn't expecting her absence to hit me this hard, so hard that I've become a completely different person. Almost obsessive. I need to have her back. If I don't get her back, I might very well make the world burn. I don't care about what anyone has to say about this either. I know that, by now, everyone knows that it's Rayne that is making me feel this way, even Alaska. Still, she hasn't left the House yet. I'm not sure what she's waiting for but then again, I don't have the time to think about that. Getting Rayne back is nearly impossible these days, and it's

RayneVictor isn't wearing a shirt. He cuts into the apple as we maintain eye contact and then slowly brings a wedge up to his mouth. I am sure my face is the color of a tomato right now and I don't know where to look after I was staring for so long. It's become an awkward situation now and there is no getting out of this. "Sorry," I say, "I just wanted water."He gestures at the vastness of the kitchen as if to say 'do as you wish' and I immediately walk toward the large container of water. There are rows of glasses right beside it and I grab a clean one. I turn the tap and watch my glass fill with water. I can feel his eyes on me even though I'm not looking at him. I wonder if it's paranoia. I tip my head back and gulp the water down. I then refill the glass. I hear him eating the apple from somewhere behind me, aware of every little sound that is made in this kitchen. Once I've finished drinking, I put the glass down on the other side of it as I'm not sure where to wash it, and