All Chapters of The Alphas' Angel: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

　　Jason's POV　　"I can protect her," I nodded to Damien, seeing the tension in his face. The way his jaw tightened as his eyes followed Ab's until they narrowed angrily on the door she had escaped through told me there was more to this Dante than he was telling me. The fact that he feared for her safety and scrutinised every potential threat made me uneasy if HE was this concerned, I should be too. Nevertheless, I had to reassure him and take a little of the weight off his shoulders. 　　Damien had always prided himself on being the bigger bastard. Growing up, we had all predicted he would finally find someone bigger than him to knock him down a peg or two finally. However, now it was happening; I must admit I didn't like it or the pain it seemed to be causing him. I had never seen him look this worried, and it made me anxious.　　Not just because my pack could end up in the middle of his pissing match again but because the idea of Ab's or him getting hurt pulled at my heart in a way I w

　　Abigail's POV　　Sitting back in my seat, I looked around Jason's expensive Land Rover, admiring the sleek lines and cushioned leather. I hadn't said a word since we left my apartment, and the short journey was starting to feel almost as long as the nine hours coach journey I made to travel to get to this small town. 　　Sighing, I sat back in my seat, turning my back to Jason; I looked out the window at the passing forest. The lush greens and browns comforted me. I loved nature, and there was a lot of mother nature here to love. Fidgeting again, I pulled my legs up on the seat and flicked the air con up and down.　　"Oh my god, you are worse than my kid sister. And she is six." Turning my head to face Jason, whose eyes were on the road, I narrowed my green hues on him, flicking the air con once more before sitting back in my seat.　　"If the ants in your pants are that bad, you could always take them off." He said sarcastically with a lopsided grin that melted my bad mood just a tad.　　

　　Abigail's POV　　Sucking in a breath, I debated how to respond, but ultimately I decided that honesty was the best policy, he wouldn't give up, and Jason had promised to be truthful with me. The least I could do was offer him the same courtesy.　　"Yes!" I growled at him in defeat, avoiding eye contact with those jade hues that I knew would be sparkling with triumph. "Ass!" I whined as I glanced at him in the mirror and discovered I was right! 　　"Happy now?" I spat, folding my arms around my legs.　　"Very!" 　　"Jackass!" I laughed, rolling my eyes. Ignoring me, he grinned slowly, his eyes tracing down my thighs to where my shorts covered my ass. 　　"Are you truly opposed to having Damien fuck your pussy while I pound that tight ass of yours!" He growled out his next question, which I was unprepared to answer even if he wasn't a dirty cheat!　　"I didn't get to ask a question," I whined, seeing Marcus walk over to greet us at the car; standing a few feet from where we were parked, locki

　　Maxwell's POV　　"We have an issue, Alpha!" My beta shoots throughout the link, the anger clear in his voice. 　　"Ugh!" I groaned out loud, dragging my hand down my face dramatically. "Fuck sake!"　　"What is it?" I snap, resting my head on my mate's lap; Mia's fingernails scraped up and down my neck and into my dark hair. 　　"He won't leave the girl's side," Marcus explained dryly.　　"We expected as much!" 　　"No, Alpha, I mean he won't let me even touch her; Archer is giving off serious touch her and die vibes." He pushed the subject. Sighing into Mia's lap, I let her sweet scent distract me from Jason's infatuation with the redhead. 　　"He is acting like a mated male," Marcus warns. Yet again, I whine into my beautiful mate's lap, gripping her light fabric skirt. 　　"He IS a mated male!" I retreat.　　"I am aware, and last time I checked, he was mated to MY daughter! Not this demon groupie!" Marcus growled; I could feel his anger through our link and knew he was laying the Blackwood'

　　Jason's POV　　With an almost silent click, the electronic doors and windows locked with only the smallest of warnings from my father; my eyes shot to Abigail, who seemed oblivious to what was happening around us or the potential threat being launched at her. 　　"Stay calm!" Archer snarled, watching her through my eyes. "Your father is watching and assessing you, and where your loyalties lie, don't give him an inch." He warned.  　　"No, the bastard will take a mile!" I agreed, keeping my composure calm even if I could feel Marcus gunning for an altercation between us, his earlier thawed ice well and truly restored. Nodding to Marcus, we watched Abbi walk through the living room, her fingers tracing the soft plush fabrics and expensive ornaments my mother had brought back from her travels. 　　The inside of the packhouse had a chic and contemporary finish with high ceilings and a bespoke design that provided plenty of room for our pack gatherings and parties, as Abigail would see tonigh