All Chapters of The Alpha's Trapped Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Thoughts flooded my mind as I drove home late that night. My heart felt heavy, and my throat seemed to constrict around a huge, spiky lump, trying to choke me. Was this truly how I would lose my second chance mate and remain mateless? Was I fated to be alone forever? How could I possibly get my mate, who was soon to be lawfully wedded to the most dangerous mafia leader in Chicago?If we can't get her peacefully, we'll get her forcefully, Sphinx grumbled.How do we get her forcefully? Can't you see she's someone's wife?Don't tell me you're cowering from a mere human! I won't lose my mate again! You have to fight for what belongs to you! I blamed the moon for placing me in such a complicated position. Even Amelia was scared. She couldn't even stand up to Lorenzo, let alone confront someone like me, who had no relationship with him whatsoever. How could I convince Amelia that she was my mate? Humans didn't understand what it meant to have a mate.Then convince her. Get her to love you.

I sat at the vanity chair and endured all the prodding and pulling of the makeup and hair stylists. I had spent a whole day locked up in my room. Lorenzo made sure I didn't come out until today, my wedding day. The makeup team worked frantically to make my skin look smooth and freckle-free. They added fake eyelashes and juvenile red lipstick. The heated curlers burned my scalp slightly, and I endured it. When the hairstylist undid the curlers, my blonde hair pooled down my shoulders in thick, loose curls. They pulled some of it back and added a gold clip for accessories. They helped me into the most expensive dress I had ever owned. The thick wedding dress hugged my body and flowed down at my hips. Barely two minutes after I finished dressing up, my parents came in. My father's expression looked unfazed and showed no sign of what he felt towards me. My mother gasped in admiration. "My daughter, you are so beautiful," she said as she gently grabbed my hands and squeezed them soft

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, and with a flurry of hurried movements, I peeled off my nightgown. His face held a silent command, a threat I couldn't ignore. The unspoken consequences of defiance loomed, a dark shadow I dared not explore. He flipped me onto my back, his touch sending a shiver through my body. His lips grazed my skin, leaving a trail of heat that softened my muscles and stole my strength. His hands, large and powerful, slid beneath me, cupping my breasts. The weight of them, the awareness of his raw strength, filled me with a mixture of fear and fascination. These hands, so capable of tenderness, could also crush me, extinguish my life in an instant. The thought echoed the whispered rumors, the chilling tales of lives he had taken, innocent lives snuffed out like flickering flames. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. My palms grew slick with sweat. A moan escaped my lips as his thumb and forefinger found m

I stood by the large window and watched Lorenzo kick a man so ruthlessly that a wave of hatred began to build inside me. Though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I knew the man was pleading for his life, but Lorenzo wouldn’t hear any of it. I watched him grab the man by the hair and say something, then he forcefully yanked his head down. When the man started to move away and Lorenzo walked back toward the suite, I concluded he must have given him a reprieve. I exhaled in relief. Even though I didn’t know the man, I felt glad Lorenzo chose to let him go. But my relief turned into horror as one of Lorenzo's men lunged at the man and, in one swift motion, ripped open his chest. My eyes widened, and my heart began to thump faster. My fingers started to tremble, and my throat tightened. The slashing continued, and blood pumped out like a fountain. I could hear the poor man screaming, but suddenly, his lips shut. Lorenzo's man stooped closer to the man’s neck and ripped out a large c

My eyelids blinked open, but my vision was hazy. A slight headache throbbed in my temples as I tried to remember what had happened. As my sight cleared, I recognized the figure moving around the room: it was Mr. Onex, with his golden hair catching the light. I attempted to sit up, but sharp pains shot through my back, making me groan. Mr. Onex quickly turned towards me, and in an instant, he was beside me, gently helping me back onto the bed. “You have to relax and let your muscles recover fully. You've been asleep for two days now,” he said, tucking me in snugly. “Two days?” I asked, my voice hoarse and strained. “What happened?” He looked at me with a serious expression, then sighed deeply. “After you passed out and I couldn’t get a response from you, I contacted the pack doctor, Dr. Jenson. He came over and assessed your condition. You had suffered a traumatic experience, and we decided it was best to sedate you. You're safe now, so don't worry. I’ll explain everything soon, bu