All Chapters of Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I rubbed at my aching eyes, asking myself if this is real? Am I really talking to a high-ranking person without a whip on their hand or at least a crowd watching my execution take place?“It’s not, with your pretty face.” Indeed, even when I’m an Omega, my white gold hair and sapphire eyes boasts enough beauty, if not too much.“All of us are beautiful if we have enough money and privilege to be taken care of,” I scoffed. Taking a moment’s rest beneath my new bounty: an apple tree filled with fat, red succulent fruits.“I hope you don’t mind if I fill my bag with these red babies.”“I doubt if it even fits your pocket,” she giggled. Her face is the epitome of kindness and innocence. If Alpha Cain’s face is anything but brute and ruthlessly intimidating, Viviane is the complete opposite.She laughed and slid her gaze to the two apple cores already lay discarded beside me, the sweet rotting scent as lulling as the afternoon wind begging me to take a nap under the shade of this beauty.Af

I drifted my eyes to the south, where my home had once been. Where that bridge now hangs solid between two separate territories bound as one even above the might of the Marianne River. The Devouring River as my ancestors would call. Maybe Alpha Cain is indeed cunning to finally build a bridge with the blood, tears, and sweat of the people who once resided in it. He shattered the protection magic, of course, before starting that bridging project. At first it was hard. But now Alpha Lucius is dead. The protective wards around my former home, the land where I grew up and discovered Ayana deep inside me, have vanished. I wonder if it will be the same if some Alpha do dare to sack and siege the Blood Dawn Pack—the marvelous territory of Alpha Cain consisting of more than ten thousand wolves once coming from four different packs with various traditions and culture. But all of those no longer matter now that we are under one ruler, one banner, one pack. The

We didn't hear him enter or walk towards us. He just popped up in there, like some ghost or wraith who loves to surprise anyone.I immediately dropped to my knees. We immediately dropped to our knees. Beta Audrey, the middle-aged Beta in charge of the kitchen and food and everything in between, almost kissed the floor with her overreacting kneeling form of greeting.“Where's the one who volunteers to be the Alpha's Pet?”All eyes instantly shot to me.“Come.” He just gestured for me to follow, not even bothering to extend a hand.I squeaked and dropped my bowl of vegetable stew, leaving it unattended on the table. My fellow Omegas didn't even raise their head when they rose from their knees. I strode after him without so much as a wince or mumble.So many foods, piping hot and wafting those enticing spices greeted my senses.“Sit,” he commanded. My face paled when he pointed to where I'll be sitting—in between Alpha Cain and Viviane.And across is the motherfucking person whose face I

“You know, the food tastes like ash,” Juliet said to no one in particular as she reached for her dessert spoon. But it’s obvious it’s me she’s referring to.We’re already enjoying our dessert: a circle-shaped dessert made from chocolate cereals and melted marshmallows that’s why it’s sticky. I know it because I prepared this, although I bet my fellow Omegas were the ones who finished it since Alpha Cain invited me to eat with him on this cheerful morning.“What makes you think so, Juliet?” Alpha Cain asked calmly, eyes fixated on his plate. For once, I might think the Alpha loves chocolates and cereals that’s why he didn’t bother looking at Juliet, afraid he’ll insult the food by looking at something atrocious. Or maybe it’s also because he’ll lose his appetite.Either way, I definitely agree with Alpha Cain’s quiet mannerisms.“It’s because it’s not as delicious as it looks!” Juliet said in a whiny voice. I don’t know if I’m the only one thinking it’s whiny but judging by Viviane’s f

“Hey, you. You deliver this food straight to him.” That’s it. After an unrelenting scolding and unabashed shaming by Beta Audrey, that’s just how simply she can command me. Like I’m some dog just being trained on where and when to shit. Despite the fact my fellow Omegas are telling me that Beta Audrey has a beautiful voice, I wholly digress. Just by her tone when talking to me, she doesn’t seem like a singer at all. “You’re pouting at the unequal cut of the sausage?” I didn’t notice that a fellow Omega was already at my side since I’ve been entertaining my swirling thoughts earlier by staring at the piping hot food. “No.” I cleared my throat as I stirred the cream of mushroom soup I cooked myself. Scooping a healthy amount into the red-and-black bowl, I found myself studying the Omega. She’s here in the Blood Dawn Pack even before I came. I can tell by her cinnamon smell and the way she looks and moves. Her curly gold-brown hair a