Lahat ng Kabanata ng Resist Me Mr. Alpha: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Kamari's Point of View Arik was lounging on his sunbed outside whilst I sat beside him. Looked out across the whole pack. Never before had I noticed this view. How well he knew the ins and outs of this place. I had a clear view of everything. Everyone. I knew the house was slightly on a hill but I never thought Crescent Shine was so far down below. "They look like ants from up here," I whispered, continuing my staring. Arik barely looked at me whilst I spoke. Remained laid down and looked at the clouds with a bored expression on his face. It had been this way for the last hour. After dropping his abuse bombshell on my head, Arik remained silent. Brooding. Bored for most of our time together. Although, if I put his previous conversations from today into perspective, he was most likely just hiding away from the world. Looking away from the view, I squinted at Arik. Noticed his arm lazily draped across his face. The sun had passed the prime of the day but the light was still harsh

Malakai's Point of View I waited at the front door for them to arrive. Paced so much a groove had started to form in the floor. I was nervous, I could openly admit that but I was unsure as to why. Maybe it was because Kamari was still in that fucking pack. Or because Eris was this close to me after so long of not seeing her. Either way, the nerves were fluttering inside my stomach and all I wanted to do was rip them all to shreds. This was also going to be the first time I saw Zayan since the time his family had been overthrown. Discarded. Another little bit of information that set my skin on fire. I wondered if he was going to hold a grudge. Or scold me for never helping them, even when I hadn't been an Alpha back then. Only an heir that followed what his father told him to do. Another thing that will now be aired is the fact that Eris had two mates instead of one. A phenomenon that had never been recorded before. I was sure that she kept it well under wraps for this long. No

Zayan's Point of View I woke up to a frantic Malakai storming into my room. His eyes were wide and his hair was still tangled from sleep. I barely had time to wipe my eyes properly before he was beside me. His face loomed inches away from mine. "Get up. We have to go." He was screeching by this point. Looking to my left, I noted that the sun was already up a way. Light flooded my room. Burned my eyes. "What time is it?" I croaked out. When I woke up in a rush, the world around me meant nothing. Everything was blurred. I was confused. Fuck, I could barely remember my own name. Safe to say I wasn't an early bird. Nor a night owl. More of a constantly exhausted pigeon. Yeah. That seemed about right. "Not the time, Sterling. Kamari is being followed. She is an hour away. We need to help her." More urgency rushed into his voice. My mind snapped into place. Adrenaline kicked into my veins. Kamari was in trouble. We needed to help her. Leave now. "Nolan?" I asked as I threw my legs o

Kamari's Point of View Randal and Hunter had escorted the new prisoners down down down. Into the abyss below the house. I assumed it was where they kept all of the people they no longer wanted roaming about in public. Or where they made men bleed. Either way, it wasn't nearly as scary as seeing my mother at the end of the hallway. Her hair had lost all its luster. Eyes were cast down but I could see the outlines of the bags beneath them. Her clothes were rumpled and her shoes weren't shined. There was no doubt that she had woken up only when I told Randal to phone her. When he told her what had happened on our way over. Rachel had gotten dressed in a rush, not caring how she looked. Behind her, my dad stood and watched the door. It was barely ten in the morning but a glass of bourdon was already in hand. He drank deeply. Drank long. Clear lines were formed on his face. His forehead was a crinkled mess of the concern he felt. Seconds after I stepped into the house, her eyes spotted

Kamari's Point of View Malakai's eyebrows shot up into his hair at the news. Zayan and Nolan looked at each other, baffled. But I was too stunned to speak. I had seen this coming in some way or another. Knew that it was only a matter of time before my parents realized their mistakes and tried to fix them. Some part of me had always chalked up their animosity toward each other as love that couldn't escape. They bickered often. Fought even more often than that. It might have been because the mate bond wanted them together and the two of them were reluctant. Either way, it was high time they realized what they wanted. Stopped the pretense that they would never love each other again. For the small child in me, I was elated. Beyond that. It was like getting a second chance at being a family. But the bad blood between my mother and me was far from being over. On the contrary, we had barely spoken about what had happened since I returned the first time around. Yes, we fought and argued