Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alphas' Angel: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

　　Jason's POV　　I didn't appreciate being used as a lackey by my Father; we had omegas to do things like go into town to get supplies. They loved ensuring our pack was well catered for and enjoyed tasks like shopping. I knew, however, that my father was angry at me for my outburst at the town meeting, and if I planned to get back in his good books, I had to suck it up and do this job. Standing at the bar now, waiting for the bartender to come over, I couldn't help but thank the moon goddess for how things had turned out. 　　Archer had been grumbling since we saw Damien outside that dump yesterday; you'd think knowing where she was would bring a blanket of peace to him, but it seemed to agitate him further - replaying and analysing everything that had happened. He remained adamant that ripping the arms off the self-righteous prick she was with was the right thing to do! And given his disrespect last night, I was inclined to agree with him!　　Turning my back to the bar, I leaned against

　　Damien's POV　　The urge to make Red mine unsettled me endlessly; I had only just met her, nevertheless, I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted her! I had never felt this way about anyone, yet this angel of light and dark had brought out emotions and desires that felt incredibly foreign and utterly out of character. I was used to being alone and cherished the solitude that my work afforded me. Until now, I had never minded it, enjoyed it, even! But the idea of her up and leaving this town now that I had caught sight of her, heard her sweet laugh and inhaled her beautifully unique scent was driving me insane.　　I couldn't understand it; how could someone I had just met have such an effect on me? I felt like I had known her my whole life, not just the last 72 hours. Not having a partner meant I had no one to run things by, no one to explain myself to or consider… besides my family. I am unsure if that's what I want from Red, for her to be someone I rely on and trust. But I do

　　Abigail's POV　　I don't know what possessed me to invade Jason's mind and privacy; seeing the jealous look on his face when Lizzy mentioned Damien had surprised me. I had heard that Wolves were territorial, and my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind, what his wolf had to say, so I had pushed past his barriers; I was surprised at how easy it was to stay hidden in the depths of his mind. Listening to Jason and his wolf, who I knew to be called Archer, bicker like an old married couple.　　I may have kept hidden inside his mind, but obviously, my face had given me away on the outside because the last thing I expected was for Jason to cotton onto me and 'test' it! Seeing those erotic images of Jason and me stream through his mind caught me off guard, to say the least. Especially given his behaviour towards me yesterday- This was a completely unexpected turn of events, and honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I wasn't ashamed to admit I wa

　　Abigail's POV　　We walked through the town for the rest of the afternoon; Jason, true to his word, had taken us to the best pet shop in town. While Lizzy and I looked for the perfect tank, I found myself glancing back at Jason, who was on the phone, clearly to someone important. My stomach dropped at the thought of him having to leave. Today had been such a fun day, and I had enjoyed getting to know him and his wolf, even if it was a little more intimately than I had planned.　　Although I watched Lizzy carefully, I could not pull my eyes away from Jason; his eyes caught mine, our green jewels locked on each other's, neither of us breaking contact; I smiled, knowing that the dark glimmer behind his eyes meant Archer was watching me too. Knowing that a wolf was watching me like a predator stalking its prey should leave me feeling uneasy, but it didn't; I don't recall ever feeling as safe as I did right now. Instinctively I knew this man and his wolf would protect me with their lives; I

　　Abigail's POV　　Hearing my name roll off his lips with such authority made my stomach flip unexpectedly. I knew I was close to being putty in his hands, but he ruined it, letting his arrogance get the better of him. Stubborn had always been a word used to describe me, so it was no surprise that I dug my heels in and pushed his buttons, wanting to provoke him. Hearing the irritated tone in his voice, I made a mental note that he was easy to wind up, something I would have to consider when teasing him.　　What I had not banked on was him turning the tables on me, feeling his hand brush against my hip ever so gently; even such a feather-light touch sent electric sparks through my body, causing me to tremble with anticipation. Unable to control the purr that slipped from my lips at his closeness and touch. Wanting to kick myself for how my body reacts around him.　　Was it time I bit the bullet and gave in to my natural urges? Perhaps then my body would behave and stop betraying me. I don'