All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My eyes feel heavy and I yawn for the third time in the past minute. I couldn't get enough sleep last night. Between hurrying up to finish up my chores before dawn so I could be on time for the second task, I couldn't afford more than one hour.And now I'm trudging down the narrow path that leads to the Goddess's temple. I'm far behind.It's a little difficult to keep up with the agile Alpha females. The first to reach the temple gets a headstart into our next task.Diving into the sacred lake behind the temple to retrieve diving into the lake behind the temple to retrieve the Lunar Crest, the Luna's symbol of power. They say it's been passed down from Luna to Luna, first owned by the Goddess herself.Well. I'm at a disadvantage. I'm a horribly poor swimmer.I can already see myself drowning amidst the rest. Violent shivers wreck my body. I would've avoided this one, but that'd get me disqualified.Someone bumps into me and I lose my footing, falling hard on my rump. I wince, glancing

JessamineI really shouldn't be out of my quarters by this time, but then, I take this walk on every other day.What walk, you might ask.The walk in which I stalk Alpha Kier. And it really isn't a walk. I'm mostly hiding behind pillars and walls.Now, it's a wall. He's standing on the balcony, one hand against the railing and another nursing a bottle of liquor that he brings up to his lips every now and then, drowning out whatever sorrows plague him.Alpha Kier is strong, brutal and wicked to most. But only I have ever seen the side to him that is neither of those things. The first time I had seen him, I was much younger and it had been my first day here.I got lost on this floor and stumbled upon a figure in the shadows. I found him in this same spot, gazing at the stars. A single tear had rolled down his cheek, and that had been all of the grief he had been allowed to feel before the mantle of Alpha had been passed on to him, right after his father's brutal death.A beheadi

JessamineTwenty lashes, I think as I put my left foot in front of my right, refusing to let my head hang in shame as the crowd watches me in utter silence.Each beating, I had taken, my screams muffled by the bit. Twenty.Ten more than mother gave everytime I ran. Very early in my life, I came to understand pain and fear. My mother...she loved me. Too much. I was wild and free. I would run the expanse of the woods, threading places even warriors didn't. She didn't understand why I ran to the wasteland and marshes. She didn't know why I spent hours sitting on the tallest tree, watching, waiting. I would return home, covered in small cuts and bruises, and I would reek of smoke and ash.My mother was scared that I would run one day and never return, like my father.So, she locked us in. Barred the doors for days. It didn't matter that we were starving and had nothing to eat. She'd rather we starved and died together than let me leave.And one day, I grew tired of it. I took dow

JessamineEveryone’s watching me. I try to ignore it at first but it becomes evident when I head to the kitchen for my daily duties and I am. . .sent away.Odd, isn’t it?“What do you mean I can no longer work here? Where will I go?” My voice takes on a desperate edge as I point at the kitchen, ignoring everyone going about their daily duties, pretending that I do not exist when they are in fact, inching closer to listen to my conversation with the Head Maid. “That is all I have,” I whisper, tears pricking my eyes.The Head Maid glances to the side. “I’m afraid, this has nothing to do with me. Alpha’s orders. You are not to work in the kitchen, or the stables or dabble with the servants anymore. You are not to return to your quarters either.”“Why?!” I cry. Alpha Kier is throwing me out? My temper flares. First, his mother has me whipped, destroys my back, as well as my image, and now, he’s throwing me out of the pack.The Head Maid shakes her head, her lips drawn tightly. “I do n

Jessamine Draw him close, ignite his passion and then, pull away. It is not a rejection, Jessamine. It is an artful retreat, a dance of allure. Make him hunger for more.My mother taught me things. Too many things. In her state of delirium, I'd thought it was the madness taking her.But I should've known that she was never mad. She saw, like no one else could. People fear what they do not understand. They tag it as abnormal. Mother, they'd called her mad.I've never been more proud to inherit that title. Cloak yourself in an aura of indifference. Men are drawn to challenges. They yearn to tame and unravel that which they do not understand. Become a puzzle. Become something beyond the ordinary. Become...better.It's like a switch. One I rarely flip. A side to me no one else has seen. A face I have kept hidden. I'm not like the rest. I'm different. I wasn't born wrong. I was born perfect. This isn't pride. It is a fact. Want to be like me? Read.Though, I can now ha