All Chapters of Fated To The Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RIONA'S POV Elara snapped her teeth at Kanesha, on the verge of going out of her way to put her in check. I tried to suppress her. I did for a few beats, and she snapped her head up again. This time, her eyes shone red. I could've sworn, I saw Kanesha flinched. But she quickly regained her confidence. “How dare you reject the food I offered huh?” She spat, her words seething with disdain. “I bet you don't know what it cost me to get this to you in the first place!” Her face was bright red with rage. The facial expression on her face didn't match her cold, low voice. She should be screaming at the top of her voice. My wolf became more conscious, her wolf abilities on alert to pick out the faintest form of anger. My lips thinned with defiance. “Then eat it!” I tipped the food towards her, the ceramic bowl jiggled and tilted to the side, flipping half its contract on her leather boot. Kanesha's nose flared. I looked up, narrowing my eyes to take in the intensity of the light from he

RIONA'S POV My eyes fluttered open, and a flood of warm golden light flooded into my eyes. I clamped them back shut. Two beats passed, and I forced my eyes open. My head throbbed with a terrible headache, my gaze hovered around the strange white ceiling. I winced in pain, my gaze taking in everything around me. Elara was weirdly alert for the faintest sight of Kanesha. The brawl between us was a one off for what she had in mind for her. She wasn't gonna let Kanesha off her hook that easily. A gasp of surprise escaped the corner of my lips, when my gaze landed on a familiar bulky figure, with his back facing me. I struggled to sit up, resting my back against the bed frame. Theron seemed to pick on my consciousness. He turned to face me, the scowl on his face suited him in a way that made my toes curl with a dark sensation. “Hey!” His deep voice flitted over my skin, a wave of goosebumps prickled in its wake. Theron covered the distance between us, rounded my bed, and stood beside

THERON'S POV I pulled up in front of the porch that led to Gamma Darrell's house. A weird emotion tightened around my chest as I took in the features of the terrace house. It's been a while I came here. Since I took over as the pack Alpha. I wasn't expecting to feel a surge of exhilaration. But the distant feeling associated with my childhood held deep sentiments that were a bit foreign to me. Vuk stirred inside me, ‘C’mon man. You don't have to show the world your weakness and you know this,’ My shoulders bunched at his statement. Darell was the only family I had…the only I knew. After the drastic situation with my father, which made me banish my mother from the pack.Anger settled in the deepest part of my bones. I hated—no, loath to ponder on the ugly incident, time and time again. It didn't go well that I sulked over something that shallow. Vuk grunted, clearly not sharing the same thought with me. Albeit, he didn't utter a single word. I tightened my fist around the steering

Riona’s POV My heart pulsated violently against my ribcage. How’d he come to find out in the first place? Elara stirred with apprehension. This was a delicate situation for the both of us. Yet, the ease with how he spoke the words soothed a delicate part of my insides, I didn’t know needed it. An impish smile curled the corner of his lips, before it withered. “Riona, you let your pack members talk them on you, in your identity even though you were innocent—”I cut him off with a cough. This was like the elephant in the room I was trying to avoid. First, he knew about Elara. And now, he was probing me about my pack? A nightmare I’d rather not speak about? Fragments of memories from my childhood flashed before me, squeezing out oxygen from my lungs. “Why didn’t you ever fight for her?” He quipped, his voice unusually gentle. From the way he tilted his head slightly, I could instantly tell he was talking about Elara. A lump gathered around my throat. I swallowed to push it down, but

THERON'S POV Riona's face flushed bright red as I dressed the wounds. She groaned at the slightest brush of my hands over her skin. Her eyes dilated, and I could feel her gaze on me, when I wasn't watching. Still, her scent scrambled with my train of thoughts. It took me every bit of willpower to keep my focus in place. From the way she curled, and uncurled her fist, I could instantly tell Riona was on the verge of having a fever. Her palms were ice cold, and sleek with sweat. She drew in deep breaths, and let them out in a ragged motion. The nape of her neck, pale white and delicate. As if it was beckoning to me to dig my fangs against it. I swallowed past the bile that gathered around my throat, focusing my gaze on her wounds. Guilt stabbed me with jagged blades. All the while, Riona had been subjected to severe treatment. Heck! I was a total asshole to her. Vuk gnashed its teeth at me, resurfacing. ‘Theron! For crying out loud! Do I need to spell everything out for you?’ He s