All Chapters of Worshipped By The Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Everything was gradually becoming evident. "You didn't intentionally murder those folks, did you?" He asked and I didn't answer. This was a very delicate topic for me, and to be completely honest, I didn't want to talk about it. When he saw my upset expression, he added, "Well, I guess I have my answer." "Why are you here?" I asked, wiping away a tear before it fell. "My brother" "Your brother?" I asked, confused. "He doesn't know me, but I've heard you are his mate," I said. I muttered, "Ryan," as I peered more intently at the man in front of me. "Yes. If you don't go right now, they'll use you to murder him." When I heard that, the prospect of killing my mate caused my chest to tighten severely, even though I knew we might never be romantically involved, I never intended for him to pass away. He stepped closer and said, "I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm sure you don't want him dead." I gritted out, "Don't get any closer." No matter his name, I wouldn'

Ryan resumed and got out of bed, "You can stay here as long as you like, and if you desire to leave, you can go." He walked out of the room and left me with my thoughts. This needed to be clarified. Here he was, acting like the mate I have always wanted, the one I always needed. I knew in my heart that I would never be able to just up and leave again, not when he showed me there was more to him apart from his usual brooding personality. "For everything, I know that you might never forgive me, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry. I was an asshole to you the entire time you were here, and when you ran away, I didn't even search for you. When my beta talked some sense into me, I searched for you. If I hadn't come looking for you when I did, I'm afraid of what they would have done to you." He confessed, looking at me with guilt and regret written across his face. I wanted more than anything to hate him, but I couldn't find the strength to hate him. I was hurt without a dou

Mariana's POV His eyes were filled with so many different emotions that I was unable to maintain eye contact. I was eager to discover that I could get such a response from him, even if I were frightened of what I would do later tonight. He scratched the back of his neck and inquired, clearing his voice, "Would you like to, um, take a seat?" That simple action told me he was just as anxious as I was. I stumbled and cleared my throat as I said, "Ye-yeah." I sat down at the table after following him to my reserved seat. A single rose was placed in a vase in the center of the white tablecloth-covered table, accented with a few rose petals. Naturally, the table had two place settings. The yacht's fairy light illumination created a wonderful atmosphere. It was a very fantastic night. While having supper with my prince charming, I felt like a princess. I turned to see the most stunning human being I have ever seen across the table, and a broad smile spread across my face as I peered i

Ryan told me he wasn't going to train me himself, which made me quite unhappy because, let's face it, imagine working out with your partner. I could leave training sooner rather than later if a strenuous make-out session followed a strenuous workout. They were so focused and motivated. What role do you want this to play? Do you want me to slap them with reality? The sound of Alana's voice flooded my mind. "No," " I take care of this" I responded. My attitude toward these wasn't appealing. She chuckled but gave up on trying to exert control over what happened. "They're going to walk all over you," she said. My mind, I could see her relaxingly eating popcorn while watching a movie. That was another factor that prevented me from failing. She and Ryan needed to know that I could handle myself. I strolled around the desk and sat on the opposite side of the boys, disregarding their interested looks. The boys screamed as soon as I sat with my butt on the chair. "What?" I inquired,

Marina's POV "I'm very sorry" I realize this is all my fault. I didn't mean to injure you in that way; I was just angry because I couldn't get a hit in. Even though you might not believe it is significant, to me it is. Today I could have lost you." I muttered, holding back tears. By this point, I was swallowing quickly to fend off the tears that were on the verge of welling up. I fought back the tears for a moment, then, resting on his back for encouragement, I finally let them to run freely, racking with sobs. He remained silent the entire time I sobbed to him. I started crying even more as a result of his silence and lack of attention. He did nothing but remain motionless and rigid in my hand while I sobbed. He finally lets out a deep sigh and turns around after what felt like hours. He pressed me up against him as I sobbed. I feel like I've been crying and he's been comforting me a lot recently. He wiped away a few stray tears and scowled, attempting to pull away to look at my