All Chapters of Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Irene:“Here you go, Irene.” Chiara hands the mug of fresh steaming coffee to me as she takes a seat.“Thank you,” I accept it gratefully and take a sip, but the gulp does nothing to add to the bitterness that’s burning in the back of my throat.“Why don’t you start by telling us everything that happened?” Gia asks, planting her hand on the table as she, Naya and Chiara all listen attentively. I ended up missing lunch with Enrique, because hell I don’t think I can stand sitting beside him and trying to act like everything is okay, it makes it so fucking worse. And here I am, in a coffee shop filled with dozens of people, gossiping with my newly found friends. It’s Chiara’s lunch-break and her barista is handling the counter. His words taunt at the back of my head again, he doesn’t want me prying into his business, earlier in the pack-house. I heard one of the Omegas talking about Anna. I know that Omegas love to gossip but they were saying her name in such a low tone that I wonder

Gia:I open my laptop, massaging my wrist before staring around in the bar, neon light flashes in my face and the soft blaring of Spanish music is making my headache, but I can’t resist a Friday night out in the bar.Since it's the weekend; the bar is flooding with people- mostly locals and tourists from other packs, and while I am at it. I can literally find a man to bang and have a one night stand with; it has been so long since I got laid.I grab the vodka tonic that the bartender made me and take a whole gulp. It burns at the back of my throat and I exhale through my nostrils, since I am seated in the empty booth in the back of the bar, from here I can see everyone, including the bartender at the counter who keeps flashing me crazy eyes.Too bad I am not into lanky dudes; my type is more of the broad-shouldered guys with tattoos. There’s something just so hot about ink scribbled on skin, and after all, my wolf is really horny tonight.My phone rings loudly and when I grab it on th

Enrique:I keep glancing at the direction of the stairs, hoping that somehow Irene will return, she has been there for how long? Ten minutes. My eyes had been pinned on her throughout, I watched with a tick jaw as she looked at a particular painting with some kind of drawl in her eyes, and then she had chatted with Linda, Hunter’s wife.“Don’t you think, Alpha Enrique?” The man holding the glass of champagne asks with a smile, trying to confirm my words. I stare at the group of people crowding me.I don't hear a thing, because my mind has wander off to a particular woman who is stealing all my breath away, the way the gown hugs her petite curves, giving her that glint in her sparkling emerald orbs.Fuck....I glance around, no sign of her.“Excuse me, please.” I say to them, I find Hunter in a corner conversing with his wife, Linda. Though, there’s distance between them, sometimes I wonder if these two really married for love as he claims.“Tyler,” I almost bump into my Beta. “Where’s

Enrique:I numb my chicken grilled sandwich quietly, while going through my phone, staring at my schedule. When I woke up, the side of the bed was empty, which meant Irene had wandered around. I overheard her telling Naya that taking a stroll helps clear her mind.I take a gulp from the mug of coffee, while stiffening a yawn. Tyler walks over to me, holding a bunch of folders to his chest; he slams them on the table.“This is what you asked for.” His voice is strained, I don’t blame him, he spent all yesterday scolding his sister.I take a look at the folders, holding them out one by one. The name Iris Costa is reflected on the paper, these are her medical records, ever since last night, and the way she seemed so emotional about her sister, I don’t know, I guess I just want to do something for her sister.I want to bring back her person.I begin to read her records: The cause of her sickness is unknown, one of those rare diseases that haven’t been experimented. At first, it began with

Irene:For one week, Enrique’s absence hangs in the air of the pack-house. I take the days to get to know some of the pack-house’s Omegas; I had lunch with Linda yesterday and a deep nice chat with my brother, Alejandro since he’s set to leave tomorrow. Next tomorrow is his coronation and I haven’t heard a word from either of my parents, either they have chosen to ignore me, or they simply don’t care, I have no idea, still. Their rejection hurts. The only reason I am attending the coronation is to make sure Elva is okay, and besides, I care about my brother.Today, Linda is giving me a tour of her art studio. We have gotten pretty close over the days, she tells me stories about her hometown and her love for music, and surprise! She’s working on a new art piece for me. “You have really classic paintings,” I say in amusement, she has a downtown studio in nightshade pack and it really is amazing, the large frame window casts light on her canvas, there’s a table at the left for her