Lahat ng Kabanata ng The She Alpha Prophecy: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

JezebelI awake to the aroma of breakfast. "Good morning, beautiful," Jon says sweetly before kissing me on the cheek. "Happy Birthday.""I can't believe you made me breakfast in bed," I squeal in delight over the feast he has placed in front of me. "It all looks so delicious!" I pick up a fork and start shoveling food in my mouth."Mmmmm, this is amazing!!!! I can't believe you cooked all of this," I smile. "Thank you so much!"Jon's cheeks burn red a bit. " I can't take all the credit," he admits. "Your mom helped me out a lot!""My parents are here already?" I am surprised they have arrived so early. I know they all have a surprise planned to celebrate my birthday today, but I wasn't expecting to see them so soon."They returned to Jedd's for a couple of hours," he replies. "Your mom had the idea of starting your day with a big hearty breakfast in bed. While I can cook, I have never made a whole feast on my own," he admits. "Plus, we haven't really discussed our food likes and di

MarcMy father met my mother not long before my Uncle Elijah decided to finally include him in on pack business. My mother was already pregnant with my sister then. My father must have been born with a bad bone because he couldn't just be content in his brother's shadow. He could have had it all, but he is impatient and greedy. My father got caught in his scheme to betray my uncle, but my uncle didn't have the heart to kill his own flesh and blood or make his betrayal known. Even though my father could care less about my uncles life. He hated my uncle and claims he was a "fag." My father claims that his brother was mated to his beta, but he couldnt prove it. Uncle Elijah was a good leader, and the pack adored him. It is likely that even if he ever did have proof, the pack wouldn't care anyway. The Beta, Kevin, disappeared not long after my uncle died. Most of the pack believes he went rogue after, swearing he'd never be loyal to another Alpha. A few know the truth. He hung himself beca

HazelWhile I have heard stories of how the Wolvesbane pack is a better pack than most packs, especially in regard to the treatment of women, my life has been anything but easy. Evil creeps in the darkest corners of any place, and our pack is no different. The truth is that no matter where you live, the ones in power will always be more valued and catered to than those without a title. There will always be a wealth gap, and those living in poverty generally fair worse than those who don't. Tragedy can strike anywhere. Marc's family has always been wealthy, and still, his father is an abusive piece of shit. But being poor is a type of oppression that is hard to escape from. Marc may have trauma, and the effects of abuse are undeniably detrimental. However, he has never gone days without food or had to live in a home without electricity or running water, on top of being abused. He has never had to witness his parents being strung out on drugs or fear being molested by the creepy 'friend

Jezebel"Wait, Cassidy thought she was meeting up with me? That's so strange! I haven't talked to her since the paintball fight!" I exclaim, confused by Tisha's revelation. I look around for my phone, but I don't see it anywhere."I'm going to check inside and try to find my phone."I find it on the kitchen counter. There aren't any conversations between Cassidy and I. Why would she think I messaged her? Unless... I tap the settings icon and check for deleted conversations. There it is. But I didn't text her. "Guys," I call out as I walk back outside. "Someone used my phone to message Cassidy. I found it in my recycled messages, which means whomever did it tried to hide the evidence.""Who would have done that, and why?" Tisha anxiously asks.I've been looking around at everyone, trying to make sense of it all."Wait. Where is Hazel?" I ask.No one knows. She must have left during the chaos of Tisha's arrival. Suddenly, everything clicks into place. I look at Jon, and I can tell he h

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