Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"Why are you sorry?” I ask, immediately suspicious. I mean, why is he being nice all of a sudden? “Is it because you didn't help me get up or because you've been an asshole?" "Both. And I’m truly sorry," he says, sounding actually genuine, which only throws me off. His eyes start studying my face as if I'm the one with slutty moles all over it, "Are you hurt, from that fall?" I seriously didn't expect him to back down at all, so I just blink in confusion. How can he sound both so rough and soft at the same time? "No... well, maybe my ass hurts a little," I murmur, trying to figure out why I feel like this is a whole different person. However, before I can apologize too, he snarls at me again. Like a bipolar fucking dog. "You will survive," he snaps, bamboozling me again, "I apologized, so can you back down and give me some space now?" "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I let out, so frustrated. I've never felt like this before, I want to grab his head and crack it open to look

Do you know who ISN’T in my future anymore, though? And all those girls I was going to fuck. They’re nonexistent now. Because of Eros."I want to go back," I whine like a bitch, feeling defeated. My life in Akino before this change was shit, but I think this is going to be way worse. At least before I was still... normal. On my path, with my own kind.My future was set in stone and it wasn't even that bad now that I think about it. I was going to do the Alpha Challenge and I was going to win, of course. Then I would be the Alpha of Akino for many, many years. My old path was this:26 years old. I win the Alpha Challenge, I get the title and the money. Cool shit. I enjoy it a whole lot until...28 years old. I finally meet Julie, my wife. My Luna. Cute girl, we're a compatible couple and we fuck a lot (at the beginning). Everyone is happy for me, even my mom shows me some excitement.29 years old. We have our first kid. A girl. Julianna. That was pure fucking hell, I absolutely hate

"Are you home?" I ask my dad on the phone as Silo stops the SUV in front of my childhood home. He says yes, "Can you come outside, please? I'm not... you know I can't do this on my own." "Of course, Birdie boy. I'll be there in a second," he says with a soft voice and hangs up. I hear Angel and Silo stepping out to get our things, but I just wait. Six years ago, two bodyguards betrayed us. They gave our enemies complete access to our home. It was around four PM. It was Sunday, October 2nd. I was hungover and sleeping but my sister was hanging out in the TV room. She had invited me to watch a movie that day but I said no because I felt like shit. And that's when it happened. The group of three men came to the house looking for us but only found her. They tried to take her so they could use her against my dad, but... my sister knew the type of stuff they would do to her. My dad never shielded us from the truth, so we both knew she would have it the worst if we were ever kidnapped.

We walk for almost three minutes until we reach the training camp at the end of the property. There’s an outdoor shooting range and a big gym on the side, perfect for training the over thirty men I’ll be leading soon. I've been living in The Cage for a week already, getting tested in every possible way. The physical tests are the easiest, I already showed everyone I'm beyond capable of passing their lame ass human strength tests, but the loyalty tests are extremely annoying. I've already received like ten fake offers to betray the Angelou family. They're so painfully obvious, I've just been ignoring them completely. However, the absolute hardest thing about this whole thing has been the gun situation. I'm supposed to be a military guy, totally an expert on everything related to firearms, but before leaving my pack I had never even been close to a gun. Not at all. I had to watch a million videos on how to work most of them but, even then, the first time I had to use a riffle a

"Fine, let's do that," I murmur after considering it a few more seconds. My dad claps, almost knocking over his bowl of ice cream, "But I still want you to let me be a man. And give me a fucking job like you promised. In the headquarters, with you." He stops cheering then. Of course, I was right, he really wants me prisoner here. Again. I only got out of here four years ago and my 'freedom' was living alone—with two bodyguards—on a small town where nothing ever happens. So… was I really free? "Alright… but not yet. Once Saint tells me you're ready to defend yourself if something were to happen, then you'll get a job," he promises, but I groan when I hear Saint's name, "This isn't a joke, Birdie. We need to lay low for a while, okay?” "I've been laying low my whole fucking life," I let out and get up, agitated, "I'm sick and tired of this shit life, dad. I need change!" "You'll get it," he says, but it's a lie. An empty promise, "We're taking the Carson crew out, all of them. I'm