All Chapters of Oh, No! The Call Boy is My Alpha Mate!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cordelia would never lie. Her visit to the palace and waiting for Jaxon's return from Argentina was not just to check up on him. While she wanted to make sure Jaxon was well after his hectic business trip, that was not the only reason she had come. In fact, it could be said that there was something more pressing that had made her decide to meet Jaxon as soon as possible.There was a restlessness that could not be quelled. The anxiety made it impossible for Cordelia to go through her days in peace. Her mind kept circling back to one fact: Jaxon still hadn't done anything to avenge the wheat field fire caused by the Zyranos Pack.Cordelia had tried to be patient. She had waited in silence for over two months. She thought that Jaxon must have come up with some clever plan to retaliate. After all, the fire had not only caused massive losses, it had also wounded the pride of the Gardeno Pack.The wheat fields of Portego were the pride of Gardeno AgroCorp. They were no ordinary farmland, bu

Emory let out a long sigh as she placed her phone on the bedside table. Then she lay down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, she slowly closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, even though her mind kept going over and over the same question. Had Jaxon still not returned from Argentina?It was the only logical explanation for why Jaxon hadn't contacted her yet. She had been waiting—based on the flight's arrival schedule—but not a single call had come through.Anxiety crept in. The longing she had hoped would soon be quenched was pushed aside by a strange feeling that cloaked her heart. A subtle worry took hold and kept her restless throughout the night.Emory couldn't shake the unease. She was convinced that something must have happened since Jaxon had promised to call her as soon as he arrived at Gardeno Palace.Fortunately, her worries didn't include the possibility of something terrible happening to Jaxon's flight. Earlier Emory had checked the latest news and there was no report

The club manager pressed his lips tightly together, his expression one of uncontrollable confusion. A strange feeling weighed on his mind, causing him to lean against the reception desk. His arms crossed over his chest, he rubbed his chin occasionally, while the toe of his shoe tapped the floor intermittently. He found a comfortable position that allowed him to stand and keep an eye on the view across the lobby."Ahem." The club manager cleared his throat rhythmically, then shook his head. "Do you see that? Don't you think her behaviour is odd?"The receptionist lifted her head, following the direction of the club manager's gaze. "Oh! You mean Miss Lacey and Mr Damian?""Yes," the club manager nodded, squinting suspiciously. His eyes reflected his doubt. "Look closer. They've been sitting together for half an hour without saying a word. They don't even make eye contact. Isn't that strange? I mean, we can easily guess the relationship between Mr Jaxon and Miss Emory, but why do their p

It was shaping up to be a good morning for Myles. His peaceful sleep was interrupted by the ringing of his telephone. He stirred, muttering incoherently, intending to ignore the call. But a second ring came almost immediately.Myles growled. He lifted his head from the pillow, irritation etched into his face. "Can't I get some peace and quiet in this palace? Why does something always have to disturb me?"Realising that the caller might not stop until the call was answered, Myles reluctantly gave up the idea of continuing his sleep. He rolled over to the right side of the bed, reached for the bedside table and grabbed his mobile phone.Myles blinked several times, trying to focus his eyes to read the caller ID. "Gus?" It took him a second to recognise the name, and then his eyes widened in realisation. "Oh, Gus!"His sleepiness vanished instantly. Myles sat up on the bed, his heartbeat quickening. He figured Gus wouldn't call unless it was something important.Myles answered the call a

A sudden silence gripped the atmosphere. For a moment, no one spoke, no one uttered a word. Emory didn't react immediately. She didn't answer, she just stared at Fernanda with a shocked expression she couldn't hide. The question—so direct, so unexpected—sent her thoughts into a tailspin. Emory’s mouth opened, but her tongue felt tied. Emory was at a loss for words. She couldn't utter a single response to Fernanda. She tried to formulate an answer, but every word she put together slipped away like grains of sand falling through her fingers.Moments passed and Emory took a deep breath. She tried to compose herself, to reassure herself that all was well. Especially when she noticed Fernanda's lack of reaction to her surprise. Fernanda's calm demeanour gave her hope that it was just a casual question. "Am I in love with anyone?" Instead of answering, Emory repeated Fernanda's question with a smile. "Oh, Fernanda. How can you joke so early in the morning? You know, right? I haven't had