Todos os capítulos de Led to You: The Alpha’s Angel: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Seraphina POVThe last thing I remembered was being annoyed with Callan and standing up to leave when my head felt woozy and my vision tunneled. I heard the sounds of muffled voices as my body regained consciousness. “So what’s wrong with her?” I heard Callan ask.“She’s severely dehydrated and her blood sugar is very low, as if she hasn’t eaten in a while.”Well duh, I hadn’t ate or drank anything. I had been working my ass off with no breaks and no one had told me if I was allowed to get food or not. I had asked Stacy on multiple occasionsabout dinner and she had told me to figure it out myself and that she “wasn’t my maid.” The irony wasn’t lost on me at her choice of words. Callan cursed. When I opened my eyes I saw him pacing the room with his hand cupping his chin. “Get Stacy for me,” he ordered. I internally groaned. You idiot, don’t get the woman who was hell bent on making my life a living hell. A few moments later I heard the sound of Stacy’s polished shoes tap on the wo

CALLAN POV I stormed out of my bed chambers and down the hall to my office. I swung open the door and didn’t care if it were closed or not. I was beyond pissed that not only did my staff not make sure that Sera was shown around the packhouse, but also that Sera continued to have an attitude with me. No one was doing what they were supposed to. I began to feel my control slowly bein to drip away as if it were a leaking faucet. If I were honest with myself however, I would admit that I was angry with myself for not checking in sooner. She was in fact a guest in my home. It was my job to keep order and control in my home, my pack and myself. ‘She’s ours to protect you idiot’ my wolf Archer griped at me. ‘She isn’t ours. Remember what Beatrice said? We don’t get a fated mate.’ Beatrice was a seer that had visited the pack when my father was still Alpha. Ever since then her words stayed with me. ‘I see a world of darkness ahead. A world with no mate or companion that is yours.’ My m

Seraphina POV I woke up the next morning with something heavy on my waist and something hard poking at my rear. The black-out curtains did nothing to help me identify the source that was holding me hostage by keeping the room completely black. I wiggled again causing the hardness to poke me further. As I finally became aware of my surroundings and realized no what, but WHO was behind me and what part of him was poking me, did I lurch away from him. Naturally, because things weren’t awkward enough, I miscalculated how much of the bed I had on my side and fell off the bed. With a loud hmmph, I hit half of my body on the area rug and half on the dark wood floors. I sqeaked at the cold floor hitting my bare skin, before groaning when the pain in my knee radiated up my leg. A sleepy, dischelved, Callan looked over the side at the bed and down at me who still lay sprawled on the floor. “You know, the bed is a lot more comfortable than the floor.”I glared up at him. “No shit Sherlock!

Allister POV The sight of a raven-haired beauty with indigo eyes was the last thing I remembered seeing as I woke up that morning. I sat up and scrubbed a hand down my face in frustration. Ever since Seraphina left with Alpha Callan, I kept on having dreams about her. Some sexual, some just of her delicate beauty. I wasn’t sure what to make of the dreams, but I knew I needed to do something to get her out of my head. I looked over at the other side of the bed that was empty. No doubt Lyla was at her morning yoga class. Chrissy had been avoiding me since Seraphina had left the packlands. But she would learn what avoiding me would cost her. I quickly got dressed and made my way over to Alpha Samuel’s quarters. Being his Beta had it’s advantages. No one questioned me when I told the guards they were dismissed. This part of my plan was by far my most creative. No one would suspect that I would be the one poisoning Alpha Samuel.“You know Samuel, I always found it infuriating that you al

Seraphina POVI spent the next couple of days working alongside Callan and completing all of his requests. If I was asked to color-code one more thing, I was going to lose it. For my first task, Callan had me organize all of his books in his library by color– which ranged from forest green to black. Nothing in this packhouse was “colorful.” Once that was complete, I was to organize his already organized closet, including his underwear drawer. I swore it was just to make me annoyed. Instead of organizing his underwear by color, I decided to make the letters F and U in the lighter shades of gray in the middle of the drawer. I had smiled at my handy work before continuing to my other tasks. Callan was less than impressed when he saw my organizing skills of his undergarments. The punishment of having to clean toilets in the employee bathroom was totally worth the look on Callan’s bright red face when he came to ask me about it. I was now back to staying in my room, although for some rea