Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Nymph’s Alpha : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Callan POV Driving toward the office felt wrong, everything inside me wanted to turn around and drive back home, back to that voice. But that was just irrational. Although that sweet melodic voice soothed my raging soul, hearing that man declaring his love for whoever the voice belonged to made me and my wolf want to go on a murderous rampage, starting with him. “Pull it together Callan!” I growled at myself as I pulled up in my parking spot in the car park across the road from the office building in the centre of town. The lobby of the office was busy. The building has 8 different companies that all work in this one building. My office was on the 7th floor. Luckily, we had the whole of the 7th floor to ourselves. As the elevator door slid open, and I stepped off, a couple of wolves from the pack scurried back into their desks, looking suspicious as I strode past them. I employed quite a few wolves from the pack, some worked on the sites labouring and some helped around the offic

Callan POV Alister was good at hiding his emotions, or he just didn’t have any, but I saw his eyes widen ever so slightly, giving me the satisfaction of knowing I had pissed him off. It was one of the things that gave me immense joy. His footsteps thundered behind me and his foul stench of cheap whiskey drifted up my nose, making my stomach twist. Trust him to attack a man from behind. I spun around and saw him storming toward me, his strides wide and menacing and his face red, the vein at the side of his forehead throbbed, and I couldn’t stop the corner of my lip from curling up with satisfaction. “What did you say to me, you insolent little fuck!” “Boys, I need a word with you all once we have finished with training,” Pedro shouted. Alister's jaw clenched as he glared deeply into my eyes, waiting for me to back down. I pushed my shoulders back and stepped closer to the arsehole but Ron and Eric both stepped between us, defusing the situation. *Not now Callan.* Eric said, lo

Ayla POV “Iris, Ayla fancy seeing you both here,” Micha said as he approached our table. “We are present shopping for Wyatt, but I couldn’t find anything.” Mum smiled. “It looks like you bought plenty of stuff though.” He chuckled. “I was actually going to stop by and see you later. My old man is having a party tomorrow. You should come, and bring that friend of yours.” Micha added whilst giving me one of his boyish smiles I found irresistible. “Oh she would love to go, we were just talking about how she needs to get out more,” Mum answered. I glared at my mum, annoyed at how she just threw me under the bus in front of one of the most good-looking guys I had ever met, but something deep in my gut was telling me I should go to that party. That it was the right thing for me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, sending a chill down my spine. It felt like someone was watching me. I have been feeling that way a lot lately, but I think it was just because I had way too muc

Callan POV “Thank you for coming, boys,” Pedro said as he greeted us at the door. “Happy retirement old man!” Micha cheered, hugging his father. I had watched Micha and Eric with their fathers growing up and wondered why Alister was never like that with me, but I came to realise I didn’t need him. I had everything I needed already. I had my mother and sister and my two best friends. I didn’t need anyone else. “First round is on you!” Eric smiled, patting my back. I nodded my head and made my way to the bar to order the drinks. As I walked through the room, a few pack members stopped me to say hello, but my focus was off, it was like I could see their lips moving, but I couldn’t hear them, and all of my senses seemed to be amplified, I could smell every single person's perfume or aftershave, and my wolf just wouldn’t rest, his constant pacing in my head was causing me a killer headache, but it was like he was anticipating something tonight, something he was excited about. As I

Callan POV All the muscles in my body went tense as I soaked up the image of the pure beauty before me. My dream girl wore a tight red dress that clung to her beautiful body, letting me see all her curves. Micha placed his hand on her back and I felt a vortex of anger swirl inside of me. I didn’t like him being so close to her. In fact, I didn’t like anyone being close to her. “Ayla, this is Callan. He’s my other roommate.” “Hi, I just moved in with my parents, in the flat below you.” Her voice was like music, full of melody and warmth. I opened my mouth to respond to her but lost the words. I couldn’t believe it. It really was the girl from my dreams. Her light brown hair framed her beautiful face, it looked just as soft as I imagined it to be, her eyes locked onto mine, making my stomach somersault. I could see the purple flower swimming in the ocean that was the blue of her eyes. I felt mesmerised by her lips, the shapes they made as she spoke were so captivating, they l