All Chapters of The FEARLESS Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When I entered the house that afternoon, the atmosphere was dripping heavily with tension. I made my way into the kitchen where I found my step mother standing across the kitchen sink, staring at me with disdain. "There has to be something seriously wrong with you.'' she started, as I placed the basket of fresh vegetables on the kitchen counter. "Good afternoon stepmother.'' I say, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. "I just went to talk to the Queen and she didn't seem very happy to see me. What have you done this time, Alondra?'' "Nothing. Perhaps she was just tired, or...'' Thwart! A hard slap sounded across the room and I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. I placed my hand on my cheek, caressing it gently as I turned to stare at my stepmother. "Don't be smart with me. You did something." She said, pointing wickedly at me. "I am not going to have your whore behavior ruining my business with the Queen.'' she spat. "Weston is my best friend!'' I say, as I fight the tears that re

The birthday ceremony for Weston was not as bad as we all had expected. I had spent the time serving drinks and taking away some of the plates and dishes. While the Queen had demanded that it was a ceremony for wine and champagne instead of food, the food prepared for their children had been brought by werewolf dignitaries into the pack.Weston's birthday party was unlike anything ever seen. I couldn't help but feel that he was sleeping from my fingers already, as I watched him interact with everyone. I believed that sooner or later, things would have to change, and I wasn't sure whether that would mean our friendship dynamic as well.Feeling rather suffocated in the presence of such loyalty and conversations, I could hardly understand. I choose to sneak out and head to the balcony. I knew that none of them would notice me going because they were all engrossed in other conversations. There were more than enough servants to distribute the rest of the remaining champagne, in case any of

Mrs Pierce and my stepmother exchange pleasantries at the door. They shake hands and there is a sinister smile on my stepmother's face as she bids her goodbye. However, Instead of just going, Mrs Pierce walks back to the house suddenly. I take a deep breath, reminding myself to remain calm and not to cry.“And before I forget my dear, your duties at the pack house will be allocated to someone else. You're going to be handling the garden and the Warriors halls from now on. I encourage that you refrain from any path that may cross with my son's.’’ she says that with the biggest smile on her face. So casually and yet with the meanest demeanor I've ever seen.“Do we understand each other?’’ I can't help but find myself nodding vigorously. The strength to open my mouth and say something has left me. The energy to stand up and talk to her is not with me. I am broken. I am afraid. Not only of the Alpha's mother, but also because the day that I dreaded the most has finally come. And it hasn

Standing in front of us both is Weston. My heart keeps beating faster. My wolf is excited. Somehow, I can't help but fight the blush that creeps up my cheeks. Weston would always have an effect on me, no matter how damn much I didn't want it.“Get out of here, this instance, before I make an example out of you!’’ He says the words with authority. And the Admiral doesn't hesitate here before disappearing in the opposite direction immediately. I can't help but look at him with shock. Weston was indeed an Alpha, but he has never been one to threaten anyone. The fear in the Admiral was genuine and sincere.All of a sudden, Weston's expression turns to a worried one. He moves towards me quickly and brushes his knuckles over my face. The touch is gentle. It is calming. I find myself incoherently shutting my eyes and taking in His Touch. His hands come over my shoulders. My stomach. I feel his eyes all over me. “Did he hurt you, Alondra?’’ It is only now that my mind registers his words -

“Back when I was 12, I had a best friend. Her name was Maria. She was kind and she had a beautiful heart and I loved spending time with her. She wasn't like all the other friends that mother had forced on me, she didn't spend hours talking about her manicure, she was a servant’s daughter.’’ Patricia started, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my shoulders.“I remember her,’’ Aria said. “Maria was Darren’s little sister.’’ There was an expression behind her face when she spoke Darren’s name. From what I know, Darren was the boy that Aria was in love with before she met her mate. I was not sure where they were headed with this conversation, but I was certainly curious.“Well, as you could guess, my mother disapproved of my friendship with Maria. She said that a noble's daughter can never be friends with the servant's daughter. She spoke of it like it was an abomination, like it would slander and dirty the Alpha's name. I was stubborn. I was really stubborn, and my actions c