The Alphas' Angel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

　　Damien's POV　　Hours, I had watched them together; they looked and acted like a little family. The pair of them gushing and pandering to every one of the kid's needs. It was sickening to watch the absolute guile of the little pup thinking he could swoop in and steal what I had distinctly marked as mine yesterday at the town meeting. Did I have to fully mark my territory for this halfwit to realise he was stepping on some rather large toes?　　Mate or no mate bond he wasn’t having her! 　　I wanted to stride over there and crush this parasite that had latched itself onto Red. I knew of his family; I had grown up close by, we had all heard the stories of our father's rivalry! The brutality and cruelty that had transpired from both sides causing a ridiculous feud; people just needed to accept when they were beaten. But it was no secret how hungry for power the pup's father was. Apparently, that trait was passed down to wolf boy, too, as he desperately tried to get his paws into my ruby an

　　Damien's POV　　"Why do you have to be such an ass?" She scolded me the second the door was closed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, looking at me furiously. Seeing how her breasts push against her arms made me smirk devilishly, knowing from my earlier observations that she had no bra on. Sensing my roaming eyes, she huffed, rolling her eyes at me, making her frustration evident.　　"Come on; he had it coming. Acting like a protective boyfriend, what the fuck Red? He has only known you a day!" I argued back, unhappy that our first moments together today had started with an argument because of some male. 　　"Oh yeah, remind me... how long have you known me, huh?" Shaking her head, clearly exasperated by my behaviour and the situation. 　　"Longer than him!" I protested, trying to stand my ground, but she looked so damn cute when she was pissed off it was hard to keep a straight face. Not getting the response she wanted from me, she walked towards her bedroom; without a second tho

　　Abigail's POV　　I felt like I had only been asleep for seconds; I could still feel Damien beside me on the sofa, having fallen asleep with him while watching some crime documentary. The distant sound of the tv echoed around my head, mixing with the strong beat of Damien's heart. I could feel him fidgeting to get comfortable, pulling me closer to his chest, the gentle lull of his breathing soothing my nerves as I let sleep take hold. I knew I should wake up and ask him to leave so he didn't get the wrong idea about us, but after my traumatic dream the night before, I subconsciously decided to stay safely wrapped in his arms. 　　Visions of the luscious green fields surrounding my childhood home filtered through my mind. Beautiful fields filled with stunning white and yellow wild daisies and majestic horses. Had it always been this beautiful? I could have sworn this place once made me feel trapped and alone, feeling that the bordering fences I was never allowed to cross hid from me the

　　Jason's POV　　Walking through the packhouse, I sighed. Morning training was the last thing I wanted to be doing today, I really could have done with an easy office day today. With Archer awol- my body ached. It didn't help that my head thundered after my disagreement with Tommy this morning. I knew I was feeling sorry for myself, but I honestly did feel lost without Archer. He had been part of my life for as long as I could remember. I knew most got their wolves when they hit their late teens, but Archer had been with me since at least my 4th birthday. 　　When I started talking about my friend 'Archer', my parents thought I had an imaginary friend, but they soon realised it was my wolf. Throughout the years, Archer and I had disagreements and fallings out, but that was normal when you spent 24 hours a day with someone, especially someone as self-righteous as Archer. But he had never fully shut me out before. Sighing heavily, I considered for a brief moment if Abigail was going to com

　　Abigail's POV 　　Growing up, I thought that my unique black and white wings were a warning from God, a daily reminder of the constant struggle I would have to face navigating through life, fighting the urge to give in to the primal need for destruction and chaos that I had inherited from my father. I wanted to believe God had faith in my strength and determination not to allow sin and corruption to take root inside me; believing instead, he wanted me to follow my mother's example of compassion and mercy. But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence.　　I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belong