All Chapters of FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ LAYLA ~I yank at my restraints again.“I see you’re awake.”The haunting tease in the voice of the male still approaching me is evident, followed by a dark chuckle that sounds like a deep rumble from his throat.I stay still and say nothing.For now, it will be better and safer for me not to speak rashly.The approaching footsteps get closer and closer, and then, they finally deliver my new company, or should I say my new captor, into the light puddle right there at the center of my cell floor.When the light illuminates his face, I gasp.Raelin Michaelson. The infamous Midnight alpha.I feel it. I know it. I can't be mistaken.The pack crest.The alpha aura around me and almost choking me.Even the ‘M’ engraving on the signet ring I now see around his left index finger all point to the realization that I am indeed in the presence of the alpha who loathes and despises the likes of me.The alpha who I just discovered seconds ago…. is my mate.Silence descends down on us once more. C

~ LAYLA ~Fucking little rascal.Raelin smiles. “Come on, Cupcake. I don't have all day. Your secret is safe with me.”His tone softens when he speaks to the girl, and despite the subtle tension hovering in the air, he is still fucking smiling at her.The expression tugs at something deep within me. Even the way he looks at her is heartwarming. A huge difference contrasting to the cold glares he has been unleashing on me since the moment he stepped in here.Anyway, he may be a two-faced asshole, but I can't deny that maybe, just maybe, he is not really that heartless like I thought.At least, he is giving me water. Maybe I am not going to die so soon.I watch the girl closely as she finally releases the water to Raelin. She is probably no more than eight or nine, with ash grey white hair curls tumbling down her small back.Ash grey white curls just like mine.But hers are shorter. Mine are longer, and now that I stare at my locks lazily draping over one of my shoulders, I can see that

~ RAELIN ~Wes and I are just about a hundred meters away from the water fountain right in front of the Packhouse, where the current thorn in my flesh is waiting for me.The Bloodhounds Packhouse, my home, is huge, standing tall and domineering like it always is right in the middle of vast hectares of land.It is a fucking estate, built and equipped with high tech gotten from our numerous favors and trade deals with humans and other neighboring packs. Kira Gandall should not be here.Wes and I pass through the gates, the guards greeting us as we walk by. I take a deep breath, trying to stop my mind from wandering back to my rogue mate still locked up in one of my cells.However, the storm of emotions swirling inside me is strong, both tugging and forcefully pulling at my mind.I feel the anger, the frustration… and something else.Something else I still don’t want to acknowledge that has been taking up every part of me since the moment I held Layla's bleeding body in my arms on that

~LAYLA ~ She is fucking gone. I unfold my arms, turn around, and head back to my bunk bed. Reaching it, I settle down on the bed. My fingers dig into the foam as I curse, venting out my pent-up desperation. “Fuck!” I am really trying so hard not to lose my mind in here, but I am realizing that the longer I stay in this cell, the harder it will be for me to hold onto the last strings left of my sanity. I hate this feeling. This feeling of always being trapped. Of being powerless and incapable of being free. And now, on top of that, a crazy shewolf is dying to rip me apart. Isn't that amazing? My stomach growls, still hungry, and I take a look at my supposed dinner. My fingers graze the soft crust of the loaf of bread on the plate. It is cold now. I pull back my fingers. My life is in danger in here. Anyone, especially that crazy shewolf, can easily slip poison into whatever food that will be brought to me. Thankfully, I know this precious food right in front of me is not p

~ RAELIN ~I am so going to fucking kill Wes after this.His offer, our supposed offer, still awaits Layla's response. Silence hovers above all three of us. Five of us to be exact.My Gamma Cal and his friend Derek are still waiting impatiently by the tree near us, their paws furiously scratching through the brown dirt on the forest floor.I feel their annoyance, because I understand it myself too. My mate here is so fucking stubborn, a trait I both love and hate at the same time.I can't deny that I don't love it more though. Back in the past when I was still desperate to find my mate, I had specifically told Selene that if she were to ever bless me with my mate, she shouldn't give me a liability.Babysitting a dumb Luna is much worse than fighting off a thousand mad rogues, and if I am to ever have my Luna, she must be willing to stand by my side and be fearless to point out my faults if any.I need a strong worthy Luna who won’t just cling to my every word and decisions like I am s