All Chapters of The Awakening-My Future Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42((Flashback))Alex hit his head against the table three times before letting out a tired groan.He slouched in his chair, eyes glazed over as he stared at the mountain of paperwork before him. Each form seemed more tedious than the last, draining his enthusiasm with its monotony. The ticking of the clock echoed the seconds lost to mind-numbing tasks. His pen moved mechanically, filling in blanks and checking boxes with a robotic precision. Outside, the world bustled with life, while he remained imprisoned in a realm of contracts and regulations. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he yearned for an escape, his day's energy sapped by the relentless boredom that clung to him like a suffocating fog."I probably deserve this don't I?", He asked the empty space. He knew his father tended to do a lot of work everyday, but he didn't know it was this bad. How was their pack even still functioning? They barely had the basic necessities.Most of the pack houses were in disrepair, everyt

Chapter 44((Flashback))Alex sighed, he was in Aromascapes, tired out of his mind. He was combining pack duties, physical pain and college at once. He didn't think it through before he implemented the plan. The reason he couldn't just complain was that he actually enjoyed school. He didn't know that he had the slightest inclination towards anything in the arts, but as Alex stepped into the school's biggest art gallery, a sense of intrigue enveloped him. The hushed atmosphere allowed him to escape from the outside world and immerse himself in a realm of creativity. The vibrant colors, intricate details, and thought-provoking compositions roused his emotions, evoking a beautiful sense of connection with the artists' visions. Alex felt a soothing escape from the mundane as he wandered through the gallery, his mind transported to a realm where imagination and beauty harmoniously converged. He suddenly yearned to hold a brush at that moment to start painting. He had never held a paint bru

Chapter 46The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words.How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?She rushed over to Noah and peeked at his neck, unknowingly interrupting his call. Nothing. There was nothing on his neck."His is on his chest I believe", Chris said casually. Myla's face inflamed and she rapidly walked away. They only recently just found out that they were mates, she didn't want to cross lines just yet."Go on, why are you shy?", Tiana asked, genuinely confused.Myla scoffed, looking for a

Chapter 48Noah hoisted Myla higher, his arms like steel bands around her waist. "What is it Noah?", She asked in a whisper after seeing his face. "Something is following us", Noah replied in the same low tone. "Something? Not someone?", She whispered again. Noah sighed. His lady needed to learn how to whisper."Yes I hear four steps instead of two", he said in his normal voice, since her whispering was just basically her talking anyway."Oh, oh no, what if it's a rogue wolf?", Myla asked worriedly. Noah furrowed his brows. "If-" "-You don't like to kill", she simpered sadly. She had heard him say it time and again that he didn't enjoy bloodshed.His eyes softened and he placed a kiss on her nose."I'd murder a continent for you", he said, punctuating each word with a kiss on the nose."Please don't", Myla replied easily, knowing Noah would never go after those that haven't viscerally wronged him. So no continent was in trouble just yet. Probably.Noah chuckled and pecked her on t

Chapter 50The wind blew across his face, making his hair go every which way, but there was a smile on his face. They were at the top of the cliff now, other people around them, laughter and fear coming from some as they saw the far descent of the zip line.Myla was wearing a large turtleneck sweater, while Noah wore a simple polo shirt, in the middle of the freezing cold. The insanely sexy man had a smug aura around him, an aura that Myla found to be exasperating. She only had herself to blame. She had entered the bathroom as he was naked as the day he was born, the only thing preventing her from seeing all of him was the foam in the bathtub as the shower rained on him. His eyes had darkened as she stood stupefied, admiring his gorgeous upper body. “You need anything Milady?”, he drawled, his silky voice deepening. “Who shares a room without locking the bathroom door?’, Myla had replied, her face a shade of red that beat ‘Clifford the red dog’ hands down. He smiled predatorily, s