All Chapters of Alpha Xavier And The Legend Of His Chosen Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ATHENA'S POVI stood before the mirror, draped in a regal purple gown that cascaded elegantly around me. The fabric whispered tales of opulence. My reflection shimmered, framed by the intricate details of the dress that embraced my form with a majestic allure.I traced the delicate embroidery that adorned the gown, and marveled at the artistry of my makeup. Subtle yet striking, it highlighted my features, accentuating the grace in my eyes. The. Makeup artist really did work a number on my face.Adorned with jewels that sparkled like captured starlight, I felt like a heroine straight out of a royal movie. Xavier had hired some designers to get my jewelry and dress made on order apparently. I couldn't help but be impressed by his choice. It truly was ethereal. A knock on my door was heard. It was Valerie. “Wow! You look gorgeous, Athena. A walking siren. I'm sure Alpha is going to have some serious issues controlling his wolf today, huh?” She smirked, making me blush. “Stop. I don't

ATHENA'S POVI fumed, and my blood boiled at the sight. I knew this was all a drama. She was doing it purposely to destroy my night. This bitch! I wanted to murder her. “Scarlet?” Xavier shook her unconscious body, making me see red. That bitch was currently in my mate's arms, getting the attention she was desperate for. And I could do nothing but stand there and curse her in my head. But not this time. I wouldn't let her ruin my night with her foul plans. “Scarlet?” I pulled up the best worried face I could. Moving forward, I leaned towards Xavier, and tapped her face. Once, twice, thrice. Ok, I was lying. I did not just tap it. I actually slapped it. Hard. All the while making it look like I was just using enough force to wake her up. But the Goddess knew what I was doing. I saw the slight flinch of her hands at my stunt, and it made me mentally smirk. I wasn't done yet, honey. Getting up from my place, I rushed towards a nearby table. Not being able to control myself anymore, I

ATHENA'S POVI was in the pack kitchen looking for some fruit in the fridge since I was craving it a lot. “You look awful! The bags under your eyes look hideous. Like you haven't slept the whole night!” I rolled my eyes, turning to see the person I least liked. “Of course I didn't, Scarlet!” I snarked. “Xavier didn't let me,” the response with a smirk on my face made the one on hers vanish. “He likes to keep it rough and deep, you know. Usually drags it for the whole night. Now that kind of pleasure can surely not let me sleep at night. Why would I want to anyway when it's that good?” “Hahah,” she laughed in her evil bitch tone. “Oh, trust me little Athena. I know everything about how Xavier likes to do his women. And when I say everything, I mean everything,” this time, she smirked, showing her teeth, making me want to do nothing more than punch them until she was toothless. “In fact, if you ever want suggestions on how to please him, you know who to come to,” she winked. This bit

Xavier's PovI tried concentrating on the words written in front of me, but nothing made sense. Frustration gnawed at my skin, as my head started to hurt with the recent events. I already had a lot on my plate with the recent attacks on borders and couldn't afford more drama between Scarlet and Athena. I get where Athena is coming from, I understand that she is insecure about Scarlet's and my history. But if I could have changed it, I would. Heck, I wouldn't even have her as my mate in the first place if I had the decision. But you can't change fate. Yes, at one point, I did feel something for Scarlet because of the bond. It was natural. I couldn't deny it. But as soon as it ended, the distance between us increased, the bond broke. I don't feel anything for her anymore. Not even the slightest. Only if I could open my heart and show it to Athena, she would understand the only person in my life is now her. And wouldn't have it any other way. So her insecurity has to go. She was being

ATHENA'S POVSitting alone in the quiet solitude of my thoughts, I found myself grappling with the undeniable distance that has crept in between Xavier and me since that unsettling incident. It's a rift that seems to widen each passing day, a tangible gap that defies easy reconciliation. I can't help but replay the moments that led to this, wondering how we arrived at a point where conversation feels strained and connection elusive.Xavier, in his genuine attempt, reached out with words meant to bridge the gap. He tried to talk, to understand, to mend. Yet, despite his efforts, I felt an instinctual pull to retreat.The incident left scars, not just on the surface but seeping into the fabric of our relationship. Each time he extended a hand, my fear gripped me tightly, whispering tales of lectures that were sure to follow. The echoes of him siding with his Scarlet lingered like a haunting refrain. Would he truly hear me, or would his advice echo the sentiments of someone who had once h