All Chapters of Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Irene:Neither of us say a word; I release the breath that I have been holding for far too long. I stare around the table; they are still looking at us, still smiling, waiting for our next word.My chest is heaving frantically, what the dragon lord just offered is not a big deal, at least in the eyes of others. Alpha have multiple wives at once, it’s not a big deal.I should have seen it coming, sooner or later, Enrique was going to wed another wife for political gain, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon, normally a year or two, I grip the edge of the table hard, trying to calm my breathing, I can feel Enrique’s eyes on me, watching me intently.I attempt to appear composed by looking around. Rowena stares at me with eyes that are impossible to read. She looks away when I stare at her back.“Don’t make a decision now, Alpha Enrique. You are still staying a day, if I assume correctly. After having this lunch, my generals are throwing a party right here in this weyr-house, maybe you

Enrique:A week passes by in a blur. Presently, we are having a meeting with the council members, as always I am seated in the center, my beta, Tyler at my left and Chase, my gamma, at my right.Agnar rolls up the map, outlining it on the table. “When evaluating this last night, it would be a bummer if we were to launch an attack directly in the border, this can damage lives and properties.”I furrow my brow at him. “So, your best decision is that we lay it down for a bit?” I ask.“Yes.” Agnar says smoothly, “We will be losing countless armies if we are to start fighting now.”On some level, Agnar is right; Dante doesn’t care about his men at all, he doesn’t give a damn if they all die in the war. On the other hand, I do.“This isn’t funny, warrior Agnar.” The oldest woman in the council says, stretching out her frail arms, she’s sixty but her mind is sharp. “Our people are dying, Dante is a cruel bastard, he’s launching attacks at the border and what? You want us to stay and look bec

Enrique:For the first time in his life, Tyler invited all of us for drinks; this is really shitty because when you know someone who always abides by the rules and suddenly they break it one time, you know that something is going on.He also sounded really vulnerable in the group chat which is weird, because Tyler always knows what he’s doing, he’s organized and works like a robot. When Chase, Agnar and I reach Royal Bar, Tyler waves at us from his booth, Hunter shoots us all a glare.Oh great, apparently Tyler finds it nice to invite Hunter, drinking with Hunter is hell, because he acts like the big brother amongst us since he’s older and dictates what drink we should drink and how much we should get drunk, today is going to be so boring.“Hey.” Tyler says weakly as we all sit down, he’s not smiling and I am bothered, something is wrong.“Does this have to do with Gia?” I ask and we all look at Tyler worriedly, he has dark circles under his eyes that show he isn’t sleeping or he does

Irene:Linda and I are in her sitting room, discussing plans for our new project. As expected, Linda and Hunter stay in this huge mansion all by themselves but Hunter visits the pack-house every other day.The living room is fancy, glowing with a dim amber light, the fendi casa sofas draped with knitted pillows are facing each other across a glass coffee table, the windows are shut and covered in white sheer curtains, the fireplace behind the sofa is flickering with a warm amber light, above the fireplace is a large silver ornate mirror that reflects the grand piano tucked in the corner of the room.Before I came, Linda already prepared a kettle of earl gray tea and English scones coated in jam and cream, which makes it hard to focus because they are so good; I am reaching out for another bite when Linda says.“Irene!” She scolds me, “We haven’t even revised the project and you are in your third scone.”“Well.” I shrug and reach out to grab a scone. “It’s not my fault you make really

Tyler:It’s late in the night when I enter my house, my whole body still feels tired and heavy and all I am thinking about is having a good night's sleep and maybe drowning myself in a bottle of vodka.Life’s really shitty, my own twin sister has blocked me and wouldn’t even accept my calls, I have no idea where she is or even how to reach her, my parents have been disturbing me to get married to some hotshot doctor.Every fucking thing is against me, the room is dark as I unlock it and step inside, the familiar scent of Iris enveloping my senses. She always smells like wild jasmine and sweet berries that anywhere she goes, she plasters her intoxicating scent there.My senses sharpen as I breathe in Iris’ scent, it’s so fucking consuming. I lean against the door, clutching my chest with my hand as I sink to the floor.“Moon goddess, I fucking messed up, didn’t I?” I say aloud painfully, my chest feels so tight, as though all the oxygen is squeezing out of me. The hurt, pain, and confu