บททั้งหมดของ Mate on His Front Door: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Anger doesn’t begin to explain the way Gabe felt when he was told by Dee what Beverly had done to Alex. He was furious at her and he was just trying to control himself from losing his temper. That was the last thing he does with a woman. Alex asked Beverly for what had to be at least the tenth time. He had lost count, but he wasn't going to stop asking until he got an answer. "Why would you do that?" He could see that Beverly didn’t expect the question from him, probably because she didn’t think he would hear about it, or because she didn’t think he would ask her. Beverly on the other hand was as well furious about his questions, but not surprised. She wasn’t ready to face the reality that this was actually happening. She could see that he was furious as well and that only fueled her anger, but knowing that she was trying to get back with him, she knew she needed to be on her best behavior. She gave him a shrug and said. “It wasn’t intentional, okay! It was just an accident.” It was

Alex stood up from beside Cara and walked to the fridge to take out the orange juice she had made that morning. It should be cold by now, and it would go well with the food. As she opened the door of the refrigerator, a frown took over her face. There was no sign of the jug or the juice she had made that morning. Looking over her shoulder to Cara, she said. “I can't find the juice.”Surprise doesn't begin to explain what she felt as she looked around for it. Cara also frowned, as she sat there and asked. “Are you sure that's where you kept it and it's not there?”Nodding her head with confidence, she said. "Of course, that's where I kept it. I made it and put it there in a jug. I wanted to make sure that no one took it, so I told Lana when I put it there." She was beyond sure that was where she had kept it.Lana was the pack cook, and in charge of whatever went out of the particular fridge, and in, mostly. She had thought about the fact that someone might take it out, so she decided

The fact that everyone else was referred to by their first name but this woman, whoever she was, was called by her surname made Alex even more curious and that was the only reason she thought to let Cara continue. As they all sat in the kitchen in silence, a thought crossed Alex's mind, but she shook it off, trying not to invite trouble. She felt guilty that she even thought of her, because this might have nothing at all to do with her, and she didn’t want to have to feel that way when she didn’t have to. She blew out a breath and dropped the apple she was holding to concentrate on Cara. She watched her best friend look from Jolene to Lana very slowly with a calculating look in her eyes. She could tell that she was only trying to make them nervous and to make them uneasy enough not to lie about anything. She wouldn’t put it past Cara the fact that she was even trying to intimidate them both just to get her answers. If this was another scene, with a different case and people, Alex w

Alex walked into his room after closing the door behind her silently, then she rounded the bed to see that there was something on the floor, and after a better look at it, she realized that it was a glass cup, now shattered on the floor of his bedroom. This looked as if he had been the one to throw it away because she could see something wet on the wall of the floor where the shattered glass lay in the corner. Thankfully, it wouldn't pierce anyone's foot where they scattered so Alex sighed, and then she looked at Gabe, who also glanced up at her briefly before putting his head back in his hands.On his face was a hint of wetness, and she could tell that he had been crying. Furrowing her brows in a confused frown, she wondered why he was crying. What could have caused a grown man like this who let nothing at all faze or bother him to cry like a baby? She asked herself but the answer won't come. She knew that she would have to ask the man crying himself, but the way and manner in which s

He pulled away from her and his warm body was gone, making her feel cold. She sat back in her previous position. hoping that he would say more about the things that were bothering him, and he did. “You know, I think it's better to leave Dean in charge at the company, while Detective Holmes and I tackle the issues at hand." He paused for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat, and then he continued. "I know that Dean is up to the task, I mean I've seen what he does every time I’m away, but the board wants me there for most of the meetings, and I have so many clients that I need create time for to meet on my own. It's causing me a lot, and don't know what to do. I decided to think about things, but my head won't settle, plus, it's been a while since I run in the woods in my wolf form, so it's really taking its toll on me." He said. Well, that was plenty, and she could understand all of his worries. At this point, the only advice she knew she could give was for him to take things