All Chapters of The Alpha's Willing Slave: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For the next two days, I was able to avoid Jackson by staying indoors most of the time. I also tracked his scent, and made sure not to get out of my room when I could sense it around. I had picked up a number of books from the library and spent most of my time binge reading them. In my pack, we barely had any books, and I’d read most of the few we had in our old and dusty library. Sometimes when I looked out of the window, I could see Jackson. Every part of my body would ache to go down there and be with him but my brain would say no. Meanwhile, I was not making any progress in my revenge mission. I began to wonder if that was Jackson had brought me to the pack house. In the pack house, I could not interact with many people which limited my access to information.When I was not in my room, I was in the library searching for good books to read. I realised that staying in the pack house wasn’t such a bad thing after all. For the first time in my life I could relax, I didn’t have things

Still in Jackson’s arms, I smiled at Francesca. She turned and stormed into the house. Immediately, I tried to untangle myself from Jackson. Although it felt good, the show was over. He let me go and smiled. “Thank you so much. I really needed that. Had a rough day. How was yours?”I thought of my day, unsure whether to tell him about the possible plot against him. After some thinking, I decided it was best to leave it for another day. “It was fair,” I said. “I have to go now.”“Where are you going?”“I need to take a walk,” I informed him. “I have some things I need to think through.”I knew Angie and Ken were very smart. If I spilled their secrets, they’d probably have a way of excusing themselves to Jackson’s satisfaction. I was sure Angie thought through everything she did. Ken seemed careless. If Angie got discovered, I knew it would be because of Ken. If I revealed their secrets now, Angie would find a way to make me look like the villain. It was probably one of the reasons she

When I went downstairs the next day, I was surprised to find so much activity in the house. The house was always silent but it had suddenly turned into a hub of activity. I treaded carefully as I headed to the kitchen. A young unfamiliar woman was pouring milk into a glass while Francesca was frying some eggs.“Who are you?” she asked, pouring the milk carton back into the fridge. “Kelsey Arlington,” I said. “You?”She raised a brow and tilted her head.“Am I supposed to know you?” she asked. I glanced at Francesca and noticed she had a smirk on her face.“So you must be Jackson’s new toy,” she commented, staring at me from head to toe. I wanted to feel angry, but I didn’t. It was clear to me that Jackson was used to having different women every now and then. That’s why everyone around him imagined I was his current toy that he would use and dump. However, I didn’t plan to be that kind of woman to Jackson. If he thought putting me in the pack house would make me desire him, he was

I thought I was going to die. My body was letting go, and I thought there was nothing I could do until I remembered the poisoned laced pocket knife I had stuffed in the pockets of the shorts I’d worn underneath my dress. My hands were weak by I managed to push my fingers into the pocket and retrieved it. With all my might, I suddenly stabbed him in the thigh. He was shocked and let go of me for a second. He quickly regained his bearings and grabbed me again, this time laughing. “Do you really think this tiny blade is going to stop me?” he asked, his hands reaching out to me. He grabbed my head and was about to snap my neck when the pain hit him. He twisted his face and went down on his good leg. He grabbed the blade and pulled it out of his thigh. Grabbing a shirt, I ran out of the room and put it on from outside. “What’s going on?” a petite sales woman came rushing towards the stalls. “There’s a man inside there. He wants to kill me.” I started running towards the door. I was abou

From the time I laid eyes on him, I knew he was dangerous. Far more dangerous than Jackson King. Vlad Kosher was something else, and way more powerful. Although he was seated at the front of the car and I was behind, I could feel intense energy radiating from his body. I was sure every supernatural being could feel it from miles. This was no ordinary man and I had a feeling he was going to cause trouble. Earlier Jackson had spoken about him very well, but now it looked like he didn’t want to be near the man.Even I didn’t want to be near that man. The way he had looked at me had made me uncomfortable. I wondered if he couldn’t tell there was something between Jackson and I, or he had just chosen to ignore it. Had it been any other man, Jackson would have said something but he was fairly quiet during the ride. The man had an amused smile on his face the whole time, and I knew only evil thoughts were running through his mind. The two friends barely spoke all the way home, each lost in t