บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE : SUBMIT ALPHA IAN'S CURSE : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Johnson's POV: Is she fucking him right now? Perhaps begging him to take her back? Those thoughts invaded my mind as my wolf grew impatient with each passing minute. The only reason I had sent her with him was because I wanted her to study the place and report back to me on time. If I was going to take Damon down, I needed to know how big his pack house was, how many warriors were guarding it, and how many of them lived in it. I also needed to know how many high ranks were with him or if he had some other supernatural beings serving him. Our plan was simple: send the bitch in and have her give us the needed information. Since she was his first mate, he definitely had a soft spot for her. "Was it a wrong move to send the whore over there?" I asked my Beta angrily. "I told you, didn't I? You should have chained her to a tree. What if she gets his sympathy and help?" My wolf growled. "Relax, Alpha. I'm sure she knows her place and who she serves. I believe and trust she will be back

Damon's POV: "She is finally gone," I whispered softly, then glanced at Sherry, who was sitting next to me at the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked in concern as she stood up and moved to my desk where the whiskey bottle was, grabbing it. "Annoyed. I was so sure she was going to manage to kill Johnson and his Beta because she was a killer, but a part of me still thought she would perish first," I answered honestly as she laughed softly and picked up the whiskey glass in her other hand. "You know, Debby will forever be grateful to you," she said, then walked to where I was and stood in front, extending the whiskey glass to me. "I doubt that," I answered after I had taken it. She poured the liquid into the glass then gestured for me to drink. I quickly drank all of it in one gulp and groaned as a wave of relief washed through me. "More," I whispered softly. She smiled then poured more into the glass. I drank again, but this time taking it slow. "Tomorrow I'll

Olivia's POV: "Ah, shit!" I exclaimed when the bowl of hot soup I was carrying slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. Jay quickly came running from the living room into the kitchen where I was standing. "Olivia," he whispered, then rushed to my side to check my hands for any injuries. "I'm fine," I whispered softly, forcing a smile. "No, you aren't, sweetie. Look at your feet!" He exclaimed, and I looked down. They were slightly bruised from the hot soup that had splattered on them. "It's no big deal, Jay. I'm okay," I said in a low tone, then gasped when he swept me off my feet, carrying me in a bridal style without warning. "Jay!" I screamed at the top of my voice. He ignored me and walked with me to the bathroom, quickly putting me in the tub. I stood still, trying not to annoy or anger him in any way. "I said I'm fine," I said when he grabbed the shower pipe and turned on the cold water at my feet. A few minutes went by in silence as my mind wandered to Alec.

Olivia's POV: I wasn't going to let him go without him knowing the whole truth about me. "I don't understand," he whispered. "Can I please get into your car? It's a little cold out here," I said softly while I wiped away my tears. I no longer cared if he was a killer or a bad person because what I was feeling was driving me insane. "Please do," he answered, then gestured to his car. I walked towards it and went around to get in. I was about to touch the door handle when he quickly grabbed it and opened it for me. "Get in," he said softly. "Thank you," I answered and then got in. He closed the door and went around to get in. Once he was sitting next to me, he closed the door and faced me. "Now, what was that you were saying?" he asked. I took a deep breath and released it. "Jay is not my husband. You see, it all started when my single mother, who was abandoned by my father, got sick. She was a very hardworking woman who worked more than one job, and my sister and I both ha

Alec's POV: I stood at Olivia's door, contemplating whether to knock or just kick the door open in a second. "Knock," came my wolf's order. Reluctantly, I raised my hand and knocked twice. When I heard heavy footsteps approaching, I prepared myself for Jay's reaction and interaction. "Finally, where did you go, Olivia?" a man asked as he opened the door. When he looked at me and then around, I couldn't hold in my chuckle. My imagination of Jay was that of a man my height and close to my build, but now, looking down at him, I felt like laughing. "Jay?" I asked seriously. "Yes, and you are?" he asked back with a frown. "A friend of Olivia's," I answered. He rubbed his hand against his forehead, then dropped it. "Look, dude, I have no time for such games. I know how this goes, okay? You saw her at the beach because she usually goes there, and you took a liking to her. You learned her name through my little girl and perhaps followed her to her place. Since you were attracted to