All Chapters of The Lost Alpha Princess: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“I have to go to William’s football game this week,” I told Amy as we sat on our bench outside the school. “I promised him I would be there.”“I would go with you if Dad didn’t need me to work after school until six,” Amy insisted. “Cari can’t come in to work her shift until then. It’s a Friday night, and there will be a lot of prep work.”“I miss you. We don’t spend any time together anymore,” I sighed.I did miss my friend. One of us was always busy, and it felt like we were drifting further apart every day. There had to be a way for us to connect again.“We could go to the diner for burgers and then the bookstore sometime,” Amy suggested. “Turn the Page got a shipment of used books this week.”Yay! Amy must miss spending time with me too. And Turn the Page is the best used bookstore in the city. Amy and I went there several times a month in my old life.“That’s a fantastic idea,” I said. “They probably have some terrific old books I could buy to add to Alex's library.”“Does Monday

By the time I got out the Foster’s front door, Amy was almost to her dad’s truck.“Amy, wait,” I yelled as I ran toward her. “Please, I need to talk to you.”Amy struggled to unlock the truck door, but her hands shook so badly that she dropped the keys. “I don’t want to talk to you, Daisy.” She bent over and picked up the truck keys from the asphalt. “Leave me alone.”Making it to her side, I realized I was shaking just as much as Amy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think they would do that to you.”“Is it your first day dealing with Alphas?” Amy asked, her eyes wide and glistening with tears. “You knew some of them would bully me if they had the chance, and you gave them that chance.”Amy’s lips quivered as she spoke. “I didn’t want to come to this stupid party. But I came for you,” she sobbed. “They called me horrible names that I … I can’t repeat.”Her sobs tore at my soul. I moved to put my arms around her, but she backed away.“I saw you watching.” She wiped away her tears with the back of

Victor drained his coffee cup. “I have an errand to run near here. I’ll be back by five to take you home or maybe out to do something fun since you hid at home all weekend.”I glanced at the clock. “That sounds good. I have a meeting in ten minutes, but it should be wrapped up in a half hour.”I didn’t tell Victor any details about this meeting because I wanted him to be surprised when I pulled off a great deal for the company. I found someone in need of an investor for a profitable venture.“See you soon,” Victor said as he headed for the elevators.Soon after he left, a young Alpha named Ronald Shoup arrived. The receptionist showed him into my office and brought us coffee and water before returning to her desk.Ronald and I at a party a few weeks ago when he made me the offer, and he followed up with a meeting last week here in my office.“Did you have the contract drawn up?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound overly eager, but closing my first big deal was exciting.I wanted to exami

When Amy wasn’t sitting on our bench again the following morning, I went looking for her.I walked down the front of the building, checking for her in each group of students standing around, talking and laughing as they prepared themselves for the school day.Next, I went inside and checked the cafeteria and the library. When I had no luck in either place, I went to her locker. But she wasn’t there either.I found her sitting in her homeroom with her head on the desk, cradled in her arms.I wanted to go into the room and talk to her, but the teacher was there, and he didn’t tolerate students talking in his classroom unless he called upon them.It was the perfect place for Amy to avoid talking to me.Still, I wasn’t going to give up. I knew enough about Amy’s school day to find a place to talk to her.Amy beat me to math class, and the teacher scolded me when I didn’t take my seat immediately. But I was ready after the bell rang, and I followed her out the door, through the hallway, an

The reporter was astounded by my revelation and struggled to think of her next question. “I heard you tell people it wasn’t your idea, but were you serious? A friend really gave you the idea for this progressive dinner?”“Yes, my best friend since we were very young,” I confirmed. “Her name is Amy.”“Is Amy here tonight?” the reporter asked as the restaurant went silent. “We would love to talk to her about how she got the idea for the dinner.”“No. She wouldn’t come. She was afraid to attend the dinner because of an incident at a party a short time ago,” I revealed.The reporter leaned closer. “Will you tell us about the incident? What made your friend afraid to attend this remarkable dinner that was her idea?”I looked into the camera. “Since my life has changed and has become more complicated, we couldn’t see each other as much as we would have liked.”I hoped I was doing the right thing and continued. I needed everyone to know the truth about the situation and what happened to Amy.