All Chapters of The Alpha's Omega Mistress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ZinaI walked inside. Vivian was sitting on the edge of the couch, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Without a second thought, I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She melted into the embrace, and her tears soaked into my dress. “Take it easy,” I whispered, trying to soothe her. “It’s going to be okay.”I guided her to sit, gently pressing her into the chair, and knelt beside her. Her breath hitched as she wiped her eyes. “I swear on my father's grave that If I see Anthony with any other woman, I'll kill her. If I can’t have him, no one can.”Holy shit!My head began pounding. “Isn't that too extreme?”She let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Oh, come on. Why do you look so unsettled? I’m not going to kill anyone. But I’ll make sure that whoever tries to be with him will wish they hadn’t. I’ll make her life a living hell. That relationship will never stand.”Seeing a side of her I hadn’t noticed before was an eye-opener. Her words were

 Zina It was a war to pull away from Anthony's lips. I couldn't stop kissing him.  He made me hungry and brutal with desire. His hands were all over me. He set fire to me, arousing every sense, every fucking thought.  Trying to pull away from him was useless because something inside me wouldn't let me. I knew this was a moment of weakness that I would regret later, but I was already doing it, so I might as well enjoy my sin while it lasted. Our tongues slicked together in a tangle of need and passion, and I couldn't seem to bring myself to stop kissing him. His hands roamed over my butt, snacking it and sending a shivery thrill up my spine and making my whole body shudder. "Anthony...," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, my arms moving to wrap around him, pulling him closer. He groaned softly when our tongues met again, pressing

After ending the call, Dr. Pamela told me I could see Alexis if I wanted to, as they were still waiting for her dilation to progress before she could start pushing. I made my way to the labor and delivery ward. When I entered the room, I found Alexis lying on the bed, looking terrified.  Her eyes were wide, and she kept mumbling to herself, clearly in a state of panic. When she saw me, she grabbed my hand. “Zina, I don’t think I can do this,” she trembled. “What if I don’t survive? What if something happens to the baby?” I squeezed her hand firmly, trying to project the calmness I didn’t feel. “Don’t say that. You’re going to be fine. Both you and the baby. You have to think positively.” “But… my mother died in childbirth,” she confessed, tears pooling in her eyes. “She didn’t make it when she was having my younger sibli

Zina I didn't want things to escalate, so I left the living room and headed outside to breathe.  My chest felt tight, and I could feel the remnants of anger still choking me. I didn’t like how I had lost my temper in front of everyone, especially since it might make it seem like Anthony was beginning to affect me more than I wanted to admit.  The last thing I needed was to give anyone, especially Vivian or my mother-in-law, any reason to suspect something was happening between us. But Gwen was doing too much. She had a way of getting under my skin like no one else could. The longer I stayed in this house with her, the more I disliked her. There was nothing between us that felt remotely warm or welcoming. She acted all closed off and self-righteous, as if she had some moral high ground. Some boy moms, like Gwen, seemed to think they owned their

Zina When I saw my mom, I beamed and rushed over to wrap her in a tight hug, feeling a wave of comfort and warmth wash over me.  "I’ve missed you so much, Mom," I told her, holding on just a bit longer before pulling back to look at her. She smiled softly, her eyes filled with the same gentle love I had always known.  She had brought me a large basket filled with goodies—mangoes, oranges, plump strawberries, cartons of Greek yogurt, and my favorite brand of organic granola from Nature’s Path.  There were also packets of prenatal vitamins and a few jars of almond butter. She had always been quiet and subdued ever since my dad passed away. They were fated mates. Before his death, she had been so lively, full of energy and laughter. I had memories of her chatting animatedly with my dad. Her laughter would fill the house. But afte