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Chapter 32: Less Chaotic

Nymeria Yennefer Roisin
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 11.12.2024 17:59:33

I shot him a mild glare. “Can you blame me if I ate with a mess earlier? And who told you that if an Omega ate like it’s her last meal is also messy in her chores?”

The Alpha narrowed her eyes, somewhat surprised and in disbelief.

“Your actions will say otherwise after I checked your work.”

I swallowed. He’s challenging me.

And pressuring me.

For Omegas, we’re already bombarded by tasks and chores the moment we already learned to walk. My childhood (and most of Omegas’ childhoods) is more of a
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  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 34: The Letter

    “No,” I told myself loudly, gulping down my panic. “It’s too early for the judgment.” But my curiosity reached greater heights when I stared at it. It’s calling to me to read it, to at least have a glimpse of it. A wishful smile appeared on my face.I did not move for a moment. Then, I picked up the letter in a second. I did not stir. I just weighed the red letter between my fingers.And then slowly, so slowly, I opened the letter, careful not to rip it apart. As an Omega, I’ve learned how to open letters as if I’ve never opened them at all.“Alpha Cain,” I read silently, “I have received your letter asking me how to find a true mate. But truth be told, no one can find their true love unless they dare to fall in love. So the only thing I can advise you is to allow yourself to find your mate, whether it’s your fated mate or chosen mate. You will eventually find out who your true mate is if you allow yourself to find them. Who knows? Perhaps you’d be like me: my

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 33: A Laundry Fit for An Omega

    The laundry wasn’t so tiresome. It’s the fact that even the laundry room has luxurious paintings and lavish furniture that I’m kind of weary of. I thought the laundry room that Alpha Cain mentioned earlier was much more akin to a cave mouth, but this place proved me wrong. They really made sure they slapped it on my face about how poor I was.Out here slouching on the floor two levels below the grand foyer with me, Beta Charlene finally lifted her gaze to me after what seemed to be thousands of minutes. “There’s more.” “What more?” “Laundry.” She flashed a grin at me. It wasn’t malicious, but it did furrow my brows. “Of course there’s more,” I breathed. Alpha Cain lived alone in this goddamn manor, and yet he seemed to have a never-ending mountain of unwashed clothes. ‘Does he change clothes every second?!’ I thought, keeping the words within my grasp. It will be trouble if Beta Charlene—or worse, Alpha Cain—hears

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 32: Less Chaotic

    I shot him a mild glare. “Can you blame me if I ate with a mess earlier? And who told you that if an Omega ate like it’s her last meal is also messy in her chores?”The Alpha narrowed her eyes, somewhat surprised and in disbelief.“Your actions will say otherwise after I checked your work.”I swallowed. He’s challenging me.And pressuring me.For Omegas, we’re already bombarded by tasks and chores the moment we already learned to walk. My childhood (and most of Omegas’ childhoods) is more of a free trial to eternal damnation of being a laundress, a cook, a household maid, and many more.“I’ll be in my library. Feel free to look around for a minute or two. The broom closet is under the second stairs, not the grand staircase. The laundry room is two levels below.”Then the Alpha Cain vanished, walking away from my sight and bringing his air of arrogance with him.Just when I’m sure he’s no longer around, I yelped in excitement and punched the air repeatedly while keeping my joyous voice

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 31: The Alpha’s Manor

    His laugh was like a midnight storm, yet it was still seductive and alluring.“Do you know why I invited you to come clean my manor?”I smirked. “Because you want to make sure the one cleaning your house has a pretty face?”Alpha Cain barked a laugh, the sound filling my ears like the music from pleasure halls. “Yes, but no. I invited you because the Omega in-charge of my laundry is in labor and the other Omegas in my manor are doing their own chores.” “Sweet,” was all I said. I almost asked him if he cannot do laundry and cleaning on his own when he doesn't look that busy today. “I am busy today,” he said as if he just read my thoughts on my face. “There have been some border problems according to the Beta in patrol. Some Rogues have dumped another body yet again—an Omega who was trying to escape from another pack.” “Which pack?” I found myself asking, and somehow I braced myself for sounding so serious all of a sudden. “From the Ruby D

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 30: The Alpha Who Longs for a Mate

    “So you do have a son? Or a daughter perhaps?” I pressed on, hoping to push the Alpha in telling me more about this beautiful mess I gladly put myself into. Hoping to jump right in the ocean of madness and be drowned by the Alpha. “No.” A tone of finality laced his voice. The people paused to glance at us, but they resumed their own businesses in a heartbeat later. “I do not have a child nor do I desire to have one.” Silence spanned between us again, but his voice somehow indicates he wants to say more. “Not until I meet my mate.” I was about to focus on my eating again when he spoke. “I always look forward to the Mating Moon every month. You see, there are three ways a wolf can find our mate: one is at first sight like my father and mother, two is during the Mating Moon in which the full moon guides us and shows us our mate.” I braced myself, holding tightly to my utensils that I thought I’d crushed them. “And the third?” “Is that dur

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 29: Alphas Also Have Emotions

    “Excuse me?!” The words tumbled out of me even before I could blink. “How do you think I eat? Using my feet?!” The Alpha choke on his coffee, spluttering some on the table and on his white three-fourth long sleeve. His hair was neatly combed to the side; his beard was shaved, though a few can still be seen. His sun-kissed skin was slightly pale with the clear glass roof above us. “You never fail to make me laugh,” his voice was stern and cold. One may think he’s not joking, that he’s sentencing me to death.Thankfully for me, I just jerked a chin to him, to his no-longer-white sleeves. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s not just coffee.”His lips curved inward, his eyes darkening. He clicked his tongue and said, “I did tell you that you have laundry duties today.”Before I could huff a reply, he unbuttoned the dirty white apparel and tore it away from his body. And then he shoved it right to my face, to my gaping mouth.“You—”I swallowed the urge to not look at h

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 18: One Angry Beta

    “Hey, you. You deliver this food straight to him.” That’s it. After an unrelenting scolding and unabashed shaming by Beta Audrey, that’s just how simply she can command me. Like I’m some dog just being trained on where and when to shit. Despite the fact my fellow Omegas are telling

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 17: Into the Frying Pan

    After that immensely intense breakfast during which I was unexpectedly invited by Alpha Cain, everybody hardly spoke to me.And by hardly I meant that Beta Audrey’s sharp shriek of scolding is exempted.First day is always a hard day. You’re still adjusting to the constant glares, constant scolding, a

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 16: To Bully the Bully

    “You know, the food tastes like ash,” Juliet said to no one in particular as she reached for her dessert spoon. But it’s obvious it’s me she’s referring to.We’re already enjoying our dessert: a circle-shaped dessert made from chocolate cereals and melted marshmallows that’s why it’s sticky. I know i

  • Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion   Chapter 15: Cry, Juliet, Cry

    This morning’s breakfast has never been unnervingly awkward, but I’m living for the drama.It’s only a rare occasion that I got the chance to slap Juliet with words. Though I hope I can one day let her taste the strength of my hands with one swift slap.I eyed Juliet as I gave her a simple nod, one th

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