Semua Bab The alpha's marriage sentence: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Rossi Giraldo.That previous night I had been at my workplace, sometimes it was exhausting, but what made me most tired was the lack of sleep, so my arrival time at home was at the end of the morning, when it was almost dawn, sometimes the sun even hit my face when I got to the little house I have in Bogotá, my current residence. Throughout the night and part of the day, a babysitter was in charge of protecting my most precious treasure, my weakness, the man of my life; my little Thomas. He was a sweet, calm and quiet kid, a little different from the other kids at school, that's what I could see. But he was only a five-year-old boy, he still had a lot to grow up and adopt a definitive personality, meanwhile it was understandable, he was getting to know himself, even I was also trying to adapt to the changes that I saw in him and tried to I to understand why strange things happened in his personality sometimes. That morning I was sleeping, I know that it was definitely my fault what

I did not stop dancing, it was not prudent to stop doing my activity. But my eyes are curious and I look at the scene that many customers ignore by paying attention to the girls' show. And not only did they seem to be expensive criminals, but the ones in black looked armed to the teeth, well, the guy in the remarkably elegant clothes with a simple appearance was definitely a potential customer. I knew then that I had to do my job to the best of my ability, I needed to get their attention, even though at my feet, there next to the catwalk, there were about five of them throwing bills at me and drinking liquor while they never took their eyes off me. But they didn't interest me, I was drawn to that beautiful man who had recently arrived at the place and whom the owner of the club came to welcome him in a way, apparently quite respectful. At no time did he look at me and that made me feel frustrated, but I still didn't stop myself from doing my thing. "Hey, beautiful." I heard someo

I looked down, there wasn't much reason to believe that it wasn't something real, in fact, I myself lived a reality outside my workplace that just then was screaming at me that the change in that man's eyes was not something unreal. I began to have doubts and insecurities about whether it was right to stay there or whether it was not the most sensible thing to stay in that place. "Rossi." I hear someone's male voice calling out to me, then I blink, snapping back in time and space to the present. “What are you still doing standing there?” He signaled me with one hand as a sign of hastening me downstairs. “Come with me, follow me. Dorian's men wait.” He said that and I repeated a question in my mind: “Men? Are they really human men?” A part of me began to feel very insecure to continue in that place, because I did have reasons to begin to firmly believe in what I had seen minutes ago. To— that man— his eyes had changed. They had changed him the way a werewolf's eyes change. And yes

Rossi Giraldo. I swear I wanted to think about the positive part of this whole problem, knowing that it was better and healthier for Thomas to grow up in an environment where his natural instincts were considered normal, so even though it was still hard for me to fully process everything that happened with his body and his behavior during his development, he knew that an environment for him was somewhere where there were people similar to him. After all, he was my son, I couldn’t abandon him, I was unconditionally tied to him, because after all he was innocent, he wasn’t to blame for everything that had happened or for how he really was, and I had no fault either. The guilt of having become pregnant, precisely because everything happened against my will. “Where we go?” he asked, as I buttoned up the little overalls he was wearing. “To a better place, honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything and make sure you’re okay.” I answered, trying to hide the worry and all that anxiet

Thomas stayed in the same place, with his overalls on, his sweater, his white shoes and his little eyes looking at my face. “Is that man really my father?” he asked in a cautious voice. “The one in the black suit that we saw when we arrived.” I calmly confirmed, I thought Thomas would be more excited about it. I watched as he took a long look at everything around him, including the ceiling above us. “And all this is from him?” I also looked around us, everything there was luxurious, although the walls seemed to be made of solid rock, cobbled walls, it did not look like something modern, but rather colonial; I assumed that the cost of each thing in that place would have a monetary value that someone like me would hardly be able to pay. “I guess”. I answered him calmly. I watched him sigh. “Mommy got hungry”. “Okay, okay. First we have to clean ourselves up a bit and then we’ll go for dinner”. At that moment someone knocked on the door that I had left closed; of course I kept