Todos los capítulos de My resistant Alpha : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

expected the time I spent in George’s place to be brief and quick, but it wasn’t. He had somehow cooked a large dish giving off delicious scents.“Eat while it’s hot,” he instructed as he headed back to the kitchen to dispose of his apron. Might I add that he looked hot in it and I didn’t want him to take it off.“I hope this tastes as good as it smells,” I couldn’t help but add as he reached to fill my plate for me.George smiled wryly, “It does, which is fortunate because it rarely is.”“Rarely? This tastes heavenly,” I couldn’t help but say after tasting the crab dipped in soy sauce, “this is just so good, I may be stopping by for more than just a cup of coffee next time.”“Even better, I’ll get to hone my skills to perfection.” George said, his voice tingling with excitement of some sort.I smiled at him, “I can’t picture you with the guy Ari described you as right now, like the George she described is not in any way close to the George in front of me.”“How so?” George asked, “D

The hair at the back of my neck stood as I got up to have a clearer view of my surroundings, the air was damp and the water dripping quietly from the ceiling at a corner was all the evidence I needed to confirm that this was underground; an underground prison. There was no furniture in sight except the iron table smelted into the ground that held different sizes of what I could assume were torture tools. Most of the ground was covered in dried blood, my face scrunched in disgust from the mere thought of how I laid on the ground before. I looked at Mr. Prisoner, he sat comfortable on the dirty floor like it was home and didn’t care about the rat in the corner eating from his food; stale food. “You led me here on purpose?” I didn’t want to stay here any longer. My eyes kept looking at the back of the cell where his make-shift toilet was. “I should have done it earlier but it looks like you have been busy,” he still had a smile on his face despite his embarrassing situation. “No

I sat on my bed and stared at the wooden floor as sunlight gleamed through the open curtain. I was preoccupied with the thoughts of the missing necklace and who could have entered the room without my permission. Although I was just a guest here, this room was mine for the meantime.While I was preoccupied with the thoughts of who could come in here whenever they liked, someone walked into the room without knocking and I raised my eyebrows as Ari walked into the room with a smile on her face.Someone who could come in here whenever they liked? I shook my head to avoid sowing seeds of distrust in my head. I returned her smile with an even brighter one.“So you were here,” her voice was energetic, as if she wasn’t the one with me the previous night. “I didn’t see you when I woke up.”“I decided not to disturb your sleep and came back alone.” It was half the truth. I suppose.“How did you find your way back?” Ari’s eyes fixated on mine. I averted her gaze. Do I tell her that Ray sent a pa

“This is delicious’” I said between muffled bites as I wolfed down the food Ari kept aside for me. Ari smiled and watched me eat like a starved man.“I know, I have had it for years now and I still don’t get tired of it.” Ari stood aside and didn’t leave, even though I was nowhere near finishing my food.I watched her through my peripheral view and her motionless figure didn’t flow with the setting of a hungry man, she wasn’t pacing but her just standing there was distracting me from enjoying my meal the way I intended.“What is it?” I let out a sigh as I placed my sandwich down and pushed it aside. “I can see you have something to say, so just carry on with it.”She kept looking at me without saying anything. I couldn’t help but say, “You are ruining my first meal of the day with your placate expression, say it.”“Well,” Ari looked at me with a hesitant look on her face before carrying on. “Well…”“Well, well, well what?” I was getting impatient and my eyes kept going to the sandwich

We returned to the motel after searching through the bushes for any sign of where the shaman might have headed to. We spent another hour or two ravaging through the shack, more like Asher did it and all I did was watch him.I watched as he trashed someone else's personal space, with each piece of furniture he smashed his rage could be seen. Not all could it be seen in his actions but it could also be seen in his eyes, when a piece of wood flew towards me and I scurried to the side; he seemed to remember I was there.He stared me down, his eyes wore his thoughts; I wish the Shaman was here so he could severe this thing from me. That was what his eyes said, he hated me and it was sad because I hated him too.Two mates who detest each other, one unwilling to get over his dead mate and the other too tired to try getting close to the former again. If Asher had a chance he would have left me in the forest but because he needed me, he took me with him back to the motel.Chivalry seem to have