All Chapters of Sacrificed to the Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I could spend the rest of my life hoping things could have been different. But it was no use to keep on wishing for some things that will never come true; it’s only a waste of time. It was better to be grateful for the little mercies life gave me. I’d rather choose to remember the way my fate was always meant this way—to experience happiness while worrying if death will take it away any second I blink or breathe. I turned my head away from Tyler’s mansion, where most of our memories reside. Bile rises in my throat. Do I deserve these all? The luxury, this village, the sexiest and most thoughtful husband— I still felt as if I had never been here, that I should not be here. The voices of my sister, Lyta Rutherford and her mother echoing in my mind, ordering me to go buy groceries with the money I just got as salary as a waitress. I don’t know if these emotions are mine at all or is this because I am carrying me and Tyler’s chi

To laugh or to ask Jose if that’s true, that is the question. “She’s my friend and sister type. Elaine’s not my lover type,” the Beta immediately went in front of me. “Why are you acting as if I’m going to attack my wife?” Jose snorted. “I’m not doing it because of that.” “What is it then?” It was me who asked. “My shorts have a whole on the back,” Jose whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear since it’s been hanging out for the sun to dry yet.” He looked to the side, his fluffy and smiling face returned. “I heard that,” Tyler grinned, hoisting his phone in the air. “Now turn around, pup. Your social media followers are dying to see that chunky, chocolate-ish fat ass.” “Shut up, Stormbringer and bring your wife to the dining room. I will prepare the feast for us.” Tyler only made fun of Jose behind as we both strolled after him. Tyler showed me Jose’s shirtless photos as Pegasus coiled on

Tyler grabbed my hands. And to my shock, he put it under his pants. I could feel it was already hard and ready to attack after we watched the adult actors on the screen of his laptop. I feel his warmth; beautiful warmth enveloped from my hand up to my arms. My cheeks blushed as soon as our eyes met. He couldn’t control himself anymore because of what he had taken out of the waistline of his trousers. With such a monstrosity I have ever seen from him, even in my alcohol-induced, hazy state, I felt uneasy. Thinking that it would be too much for me to accommodate, unbearable even. Green eyes met blue eyes, then the symphony of love-making began to play. His thick member had bulging blood vessels the shade of a deep, rich wine. In its engorged state, the fresh blood rushing to the end visibly pulsed. To say the raw size of the genitalia was as large as the Alpha of a pack—which he is—was not an exaggeration. It was actual

Here I am again, dreaming. As if it’s the kingdom I ruled. But this time, it is not about Eliane. It is about Rowena Cruz, the friend who betrayed us. I admit we have only interacted briefly in that ghostly apparition of hers last night. But the way she cared for me during the days she was still alive—how she told me to run at that very night, at the night of my wedding in front of a so-called Jason…it makes me feel guilty. Rowena saved me that night, saved my heart from being torn away from my body on the very day that I will be giving my heart to my Alpha. “I thought you were going to deliver her to us.” The Hearteaters sneered down at Rowena, “Why did you tell her to run then?” That voice of utter darkness and unearthliness is making me grip the bars tightly as I stood as a phantom observing them. If shadows could speak, that would be the Hearteaters’ voice. One that you pray that you will never be able to hear again. One that you

We arrived at an altar made of stone, which reminds me of a Marian grotto that I and the Rutherford family visited on the west coast. It was only a little one; the size of it probably is enough for two people and not the one like we visited where five people can enter all at once. Three huge candles are in the center, all are white. In one glance, it showed signs that they have been used many times. Tyler waved his hand and the candle’s wick immediately started burning, the flame dancing in my eyes. No statues can be seen unlike the ones I see in a Cathedral church, where several different versions of the Virgin Mary representations are displayed. There are versions of her wearing a white veil while holding the Emmanuel in her arms. Some statues also depict her as having curly hair and some are depicting her with a more Westerner appearance rather than the original Israeli look. But here…it was just the stone altar and the candles, me an