All Chapters of Stupid Alpha's mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sally's POVEven in this cool water, I could still feel his body heat radiating from mine. No matter how much I tried to control myself, I couldn't take my eyes off his lips. Accidentally, in the heat of the moment, I bit my lower lip.His chest rumbled and grumbled before capturing my lips, gently nibbling on my lower lip, trying to gain access. And when he did, he deepened the kiss. My fingers buried deep in his hair, tugging gently, making him groan in satisfaction.I don't know how, but I let his sinful yet seductive lips move down my neck. Since I met him again, especially with the space and time that happened between us, I couldn't help but this fuzzy and warm feeling growing inside me.Closing my eyes, I turned my head back in joy. Only to open it and see seven pairs of wide, surprised, excited, strange, slightly disgusted eyes staring at us. These people were supposed to be traveling, not here, and witness this strange but intimate situation we were in.Panting rather sheepish

Sally's POV"Where have you been all these years, Sally?" Grandpa asked, his eyes still watering. My tears have dried, I can't cry anymore.Just as I answered, my grandmother came back into the room with a tray of coffee for the three of us to hold onto to catch up with each other.The last time they heard from me was in Paris, the day before things calmed down. Since then, reaching them has been only possible by getting them involved in this mess. They didn't know about my grandfather's passing.“Grandpa… he died the day after I called you.”My grandmother gasped in disbelief."He was assassinated. We had to move out of headquarters and move to Northern France for a year. We moved back to Paris after the burial and left America for 2 years. And came back here recently." I summarize, leaving the part where I was also shot, although it was not my time to go, it felt like it.At this moment, I cannot tell them about what happened to their daughter. I can't tear what's been sewn, I can't

Third person POVOn the other hand, he looks uncomfortable and lost. Sally noticed the tired look in his eyes again. She was only gone for one day."This Alpha male says his name is Ryan, and our niece is his mate." Sally felt her cheeks heat up as soon as her grandfather said that."I'm not his mate," Sally said. The two elders flicked their heads to look at her, frowned, and asked her to explain their situation. "I turned him down."Now, the look on their faces said they didn't see it coming. "Why? If I may ask." Her grandmother wondered.Sally's eyes locked on him the second the question echoed throughout the room before looking away. What surprised her next was that he was the one who answered them. "I broke her heart."Hell, he did, but for her, it was like freeing them from the burden of being partners.She frowned, what annoyed her the most was how he knew about the existence of her other grandparents. Could it be that he went to that old woman for help? Maybe...Putting her sh

Sally's POVAfter that escape I ran away, it seemed like my grandmother had doubled the security around me. Darius is still there, but in a few days, he will return to his homeland. I will miss him, very much.The meltdown that happened a few days ago showed him how difficult it was to be around me, and it made him even more protective of me than he already was.Going downstairs, I was hoping to leave the house for a while to rest. But what annoyed me was that the whole house was locked. I was on the verge of breaking down the front door until someone walked in.It's Ryan."Think about it, where are you going?" He asked, arching his eyebrows in support of his notion.Agitated by this sudden house arrest, I replied. "Get out.""Why?" He was annoyed.My nose flared angrily. "Last time I checked, this is still my house. Therefore, you have no right to enter here." I tried to avoid him but failed when he stopped me."What's wrong with you?" My tone was interrupted."I said leave me alone.

Sally's POVI woke up in bed and the first thing I saw was a black curtain that had never existed in my room before. Frowning in confusion, I looked around the room, and it finally dawned on me that this was not my room.There was a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air. Why am I in his room? How did I even get here?Gently rolling back, I felt an arm on my waist. Looking up at the owner of the arm, he was still sleeping soundly, looking so peaceful. I didn't have the heart to wake him or push him away.Instead, I studied his features, he was beautiful. His parents certainly did a great job producing and birthing him. The way his eyelashes curled beautifully, how warm his chocolate eyes were when he looked at me, his perfect white skin, his sharp nose, his kissable lips (I can say this because I kissed him ), and when he smiled that place would light up.Ugh… I'm so sad.“Why don't you take a photo, it will last longer?” He said surprising me.Well, now that he's awake, I can