บททั้งหมดของ My Mate is the Alpha: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I tightened my hold on the blanket I wrapped around myself while I stared at the cup of hot chocolate I abandoned on the table. The old-fashioned TV was on, broadcasting the news of Emerald Bay Hotel's bombing. As expected, the police had linked the incident to the rebels. I wasn't aware until now that they had made it a signature to use nitroglycerin. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that Enzo was staring at the screen with pride written all over his face.The thought of me having caused such a great number of deaths terrified me. It didn't matter even if none of the casualties were humans, I simply believed that my hands are legitimately soiled at this point. My body shivered.A few minutes later, I heard another car pull up at the courtyard. It was probably the third van that arrived in the last hour. The door of the office swung open shortly after. I didn't bother finding out who just arrived."Bennet!"I jumped in surprise upon hearing his voi

Enzo was right. The next morning was chaotic, indeed. "Different manufacturing factories, businesses, and companies all over the nation have ceased their operations temporarily following the deaths of many pack alphas," the news anchor stated flatly while her background displayed a compiled aerial shots of the country's numerous commercial hubs that lacked any kinds of activity. It was a strange and rare sight. "In line with this, the presidential spokesperson has released a statement earlier this morning regarding a monetary award to anyone who can offer intel about the culprits behind last night's bombing of Emerald Ba—" Enzo pointed the remote at the screen and switched the channel. The next one was also airing the same news. "Just in," the announcer said, his pupils moved as he read a script behind the camera. "Many civilians are flocking and breaking into deserted commercial establishments to take advantage of the c

Dylan caressed my growing abdomen as I munched onto my sandwich. Once again, the smell of meat was making me nauseous lately so James thankfully made sure to not put any on it. I leaned against his chest as the base of my spine ached. "You okay?" he leaned in and whispered in my ear. Then, snuggling the tip of his nose into my hair, he planted a soft kiss on my mark. "You seem to be restless." "I'm fine," I swallowed and purred at the sensation of his pheromones. I chucked the last of my sandwich into my mouth and placed my hands on top of his, which were resting on my stomach. "You're getting bigger now." With a chuckle, I said, "Yeah. My back is starting to hurt from the weight." For the past month or so, there had been zero—absolutely zero—advances by the rebels. After Enzo's bold announcement, one would expect an equally bold move from our side, but no, the werewolf had better ideas. He decided to take a step back and let the common public

"This place is actually much nicer than I thought," I said as I walked into our reserved room, courtesy by Enzo, and observed its facilities. "I thought this was supposed to be an inn."There was a kitchenette by the entrance, complete with common appliances and a breakfast bar for two, that leads out into a sitting area and a king-sized bed by the window at the end of the room. This was more like a studio apartment than an inn. Dylan walked behind me and was obviously amazed at the room as well. He opened the closet and stuffed our duffle bags in there. We didn't have a lot of clothes so our bags seemed pathetically small in that cabinet.  "I guess we're Bennet's favorites, huh?"I shook my oversized sneakers off of my feet, threw them into a corner by the doorway, and ran towards the bed to fall backwards into the clean sheets. The makeshift bed that was provided for me at the camp was comfortable but real mattresses just give a different and better kind of snu

Dylan held my hand and pulled me behind him. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, "How'd you find us and how the f*ck are you still alive, Amelia Crawford?"Instead of replying, she looked at me. It wasn't just because she was a lot taller than I was, but the moment her gaze landed on me, I trembled and felt small. As much as I hate to admit it, I sunk into my pajamas and cowered behind Dylan. He immediately noticed my discomfort and moved to put himself in her line of sight.I grasped the hem of his shirt tightly. "So it's her, huh?" she said with a somehow devilish grin. She then tilted her head a little to meet Dylan's eyes. "It's the girl you're thinking of while kissing me."My fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt as I felt something squeeze my chest. I was confused about whether I should feel flattered or hurt or jealous. The unpleasant mix of emotions left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. It was also exasperating how she was talking about me like some kind of an ob