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All Chapters of The Alpha's Omega Mistress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Thirty-One

ZinaFor five days, we'd been holed up in the Airbnb. Five long, dull days. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being alone with Anthony—it’s just that this wasn’t the thrilling adventure you’d expect from being on the run. Everything felt mundane. The same routine: sleep, wake up, eat, and then stay in bed. Over and over.Except for the sex part.Anthony was so good in bed sometimes I found myself wondering how he had a very great sexual prowess. He was the first man who had made me squirt, and we would go on and on, and I would be afraid for the baby in my womb.I wasn’t a huge fan of watching TV for hours because I usually got eye strain from staring at the screen too long. I was an outdoor person, but going outside wasn’t an option. "Anthony, I swear to you, if I see another rerun of Friends, I will lose my mind."He looked up from the edge of the bed, understanding what I meant. “We can’t go out, honey. They’ll catch us.”“Oh, yeah? Who’s going to catch us? Are we fugitives now? Shoul
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Thirty-Two

AnthonyI knew something was off with Zina when I woke up, and the shower was running for over 10 minutes.Zina never wasted water. In fact, for the few days we've been here, she has scolded me about how I always left water to run because some people and animals in certain parts of the world didn't have access to water. We would often laugh about it eventually. So, now that the shower had been on for this long, I grew worried.Maybe she was washing her hair or something. At first, I tried to ignore the creeping worry and just lazed in bed until I heard a quiet sniff. It was almost like she was trying to hide it. I froze, listening carefully. There it was again.She was crying.Guilt hit me like a blow. I had taken her away from the life she knew, dragged her into this mess, and turned her into a fugitive. She probably hated every second of this. I couldn’t even blame her. I was falling apart, and now she was too. Maybe she was frustrated with me and regretted everything.Feeling li
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Thirty-Three

ZinaAnthony had found a clinic not far from our lodge. It wasn’t exactly a top-tier medical facility; it was more like the place that catered to locals suffering from minor ailments—sunburn, food poisoning, or the flu.The doctor’s eyes were on me during the check-up as if I were some enigma. I didn't blame him. We didn't belong to their pack, and my presence was expected to spark curiosity everywhere we went. All I needed was a routine check-up to ensure the baby was okay.That morning, Anthony was paranoid as usual. It was so bad that he'd probably believe Vivian’s thugs were hiding under the bed. He was always on high alert, which annoyed me most of the time, but I found it amusing this morning.He brought out five different black veils, each larger than the last. One was so long it could’ve doubled as a wedding gown. I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. “Seriously? Are you trying to wrap me up like a mummy?”“I just want you to be safe,” he grumbled, not sharing my amus
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Thirty-Four

ZinaThe female officer escorted me into the cell, locking it behind me with a heavy metallic clang. At twenty-five years old, I had never thought I’d find myself in this place.I scanned the small cell. There were three grimy, rusted bunks against the walls and a dingy toilet tucked away in the corner. It was a breeding ground for bacteria. The thought of using it made my stomach churn, especially since I was pregnant. The officer probably thought I was a fool for getting arrested over a man, but what did she know? Maybe I was a little foolish, but I didn’t have the energy to care. This ordeal would be over soon.Sighing wearily, I turned around, only then noticing the other women in the cell. Each of them was sitting on a bunk, and there was no space left for me.I stood there awkwardly. Flashes of stories I’d heard about people being mistreated in police cells ran through my mind. Not that I was afraid, though. They were women like me, after all. Maybe if I told them I was pregnan
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Thirty-Five

"Oh my goodness, she's home!” I heard Kira scream from the terrace. She rushed downstairs and threw her arms around me in a tight hug, almost squeezing the breath out of me, but then quickly pulled away.Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, and her face flickered with several emotions – relief that I was back and maybe a slight disappointment, too. I could see it in her eyes. If Kira was this emotional, I wondered how D'Angelo would react. But that was the least of my worries right now.Kira’s eyes darted behind me toward the police convoy that had just dropped me off. I turned to face them as well. “I promised your boss that you would be heavily paid.”They nodded back, got into their vehicles, and drove away. Kira squeezed my hand, and I could feel the unspoken questions she had. I didn’t have any answers for her – at least, not ones that would make sense.“I’m glad you’re home,” she said softly, but the awkward silence hung between us like clouds.“Don’t even ask me why I did it,”
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Thirty-Six

AnthonyIt had been two long, grueling weeks since I arrived here—two weeks without daylight. The cell was suffocating. The air was heavy with sweat, filth, and despair. I hated it. There was no escape, not even the chance of bail. Zina had done everything she could, and even my mom had tried. But the court refused, claiming the case was too severe and that Vivian was supposedly afraid for her life because I was a “threat.” The irony of it all. The real criminal was out there, living her life, while I rotted in this hellhole.Zina had mentioned that D'Angelo was hunting for Vivian, but there wasn’t a single trace of her. Wasn't that enough to show everyone that she was a manipulative bastard? Yet here I was, gripping the cold iron bars, feeling every ounce of rage flood me. The cell was filled with men awaiting trial, some hardened criminals. Every day was a battle. We fought over everything—blankets, the toilet, cigarettes, even toothpaste. The fights were often petty, but here, it
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Thirty-Seven

ZinaMy heart thudded dully in my chest as I rushed toward Anthony and threw my arms around him in a tight hug. He couldn’t hold me back because handcuffs bound his wrists, but I didn’t care. I needed him to feel my presence and to know I was here for him. His eyes were sad and, at the same time, filled with love for me. I cupped his chin gently, looking him straight in the eyes, trying to pour all my strength into him. “We’re doing everything we can to get you out of here. Don’t lose hope.”He nodded and shot me a tired smile. Gwen stepped forward and reached out for her son. She pulled him into a careful embrace, her tears held at bay, but the pain on her face was obvious. I hated that Anthony looked so messy. His prison clothes looked wrinkled, and he seemed to have lost weight. It angered me to see how poorly they treated him, even though this wasn’t prison yet. If this was how he was treated now, I dreaded wondering what would happen if he were sentenced. In the werewolf commu
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Thirty-Eight

On the night before we visited the Cook, I couldn't rest. I tried to watch TV but began seeing images flicker before my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t concentrate.By the time 5:30 rolled around, I gave up trying. D'Angelo knocked on my door, and I gathered my things, heading downstairs to the waiting car.“You don’t have to come with us, you know.”“No. I want to see this through. Besides, you and Kai are men. She might not feel comfortable opening up to you. I’m a woman who knows how to deal with female situations. Maybe she’ll relate better to me.”“Fair enough.”Kira rushed downstairs in her nightgown. The love between her and D’Angelo was so wholesome. They reminded me of myself and Grey. It was funny how their dynamic was still fresh, and despite being in love, there was that newness to their relationship that made everything seem exciting. Maybe it was the whole alpha-omega dynamic, too. It was appealing.D'Angelo never left the house until Kira hugged him, an
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Thirty-Nine

ZinaIt seemed that luck was finally on Anthony's side. After the cook’s testimony, more evidence surfaced from other workers who had fled but were now willing to come forward and testify. It was like a floodgate had opened. D'Angelo had been right; if Anthony had continued living in fear, none of this would have ever come to light. Even though people like me knew he hadn’t killed anyone, without any substantial evidence, we would have had no chance of pinning Vivian down. Now, the issue was that Vivian had disappeared. No one knew where she was, and despite the mountain of evidence we had gathered, the police and the court wanted her to testify. But she was nowhere to be found.I visited Anthony. He looked much more relieved, knowing his innocence was slowly being proven. We were allowed to sit together in the small garden outside the prison. Anthony looked at me with so much love in his eyes, and he asked, “What would I have done without you?”“Absolutely nothing.”He laughed an
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Book Three

Book title: Alpha AdonisA standalone. Please read and support. I am a new author and have just 500 followers. Thank you. The hushed whispers and over a hundred pairs of eyes watching me made me tremble in fear. I avoided everyone's gaze and stepped forward to meet my wolf for the first time. As the alpha's only child, my only purpose in the pack was to breed and produce an heir, and the pack's future rested in my hands. I didn't want to fail my dad and packmates, even though they'd failed me countless times. But my stepmother was convinced I wasn't an alpha wolf. She was making mocking faces at me, while Dad wore a bored frown, and my step-sisters, who were always treated better than me, waited to laugh scornfully at me.“Come closer, Iris. Don't be afraid.“The elders waited patiently for me to approach them, but my legs didn't feel like mine. They were so heavy. After meeting my wolf, I would marry Ethan, my boyfriend, have our first son, and hand him over to my dad. Then, Etha
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