Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S CAPTIVE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I reach my hand into my other pocket while I attempt to smile at the glum cashier who is staring at me with an unblinking gaze.Is something wrong? As I frantically search for something that is suddenly gone, the cashier asks with a faint line on his lips.I lie, "No issue." That's when I remember the man because I'm trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament without making a mess of things.The wallet was stuffed inside my pocket.Fact.I might have been groggy following what happened to Simon, but I was in possession of the wallet on the bus. Before I lost all concept of time, it banged against my leg as I sat down in my seat. But I did.I no longer do.It couldn't have slipped out while I was jogging; the pockets are deep enough. I have not allowed anyone to approach me. the only bus driver. And the man who was standing outside the supermarket.He stepped outside just as I was lunging for him, and I bounced off him. He must have known that I couldn't have stopped in ti

Relief erupts through me.He's a person. Just an ordinary person.I spit out. "Has to be a useful skill.""It might be. Come on, now. I'll give you a tour of the hounds. Before I can tell him that I don't want to be introduced to anyone, least of all the owners of a pub, he turns and stalks into the establishment.Then, are there three hounds? Considering the three heads? In his wake, I inquire.He is not too far along. Several steps inside. I saw by looking at him that he wasn't listening. I spoke loud enough for him to hear, but he must have been distracted by something else.I kept my eyes on him to see what it was. My eyes flit over the rows of black leather booths that flank one wall and the cluster of tables and chairs next to the fairly empty dance floor since, as far as I can tell, people don't go out to clubs until much later than the time it is right now. While holding what appear to be fruity cocktails, two girls in short dresses spend more time chatting in each other's ear

"Dan, speak. What does it mean that she is the one? During our sessions, Finn invariably leans back in the black leather recliner behind his desk.Not that many of those have occurred recently.Jade has sat down next to the whisky decanter, looking more like a brawler than normal in his black t-shirt and torn pants. Another possibility is that he has even shorter brown hair, and the dark circles around his grey eyes indicate that he has been drinking and fucking more than normal. The loss of weight is nothing new, but sleep deprivation is a concern. Not to me, but to the person who sees the chiseled man and immediately tries to initiate a fight.He doesn't drink, though. Yet. clutching only his glass. He can have a bored look in his eyes. Even though he appears uninterested, his grasp on the crystal glass is a touch too strong for him to be as at ease as he appears to be. He shares Finn's curiosity about the girl I've named Lily. He's simply better at concealing it.I fix my attention

I observe her as she exits the building with Dan, passes a different camera in the foyer, and then eventually vanishes from view.I then take the remote from the desk and fast-forward the video while watching her and Dan ascend the stairs once more.I push play a sixth time after that.I lean back in my chair and hear the leather squeak.As she leaves the flat door, I look at her face. At that point, I paused. I feel as though she is staring directly at me at that same time.I look into big blue eyes that are so heavily shaded that Dan's words start to echo in my head. broken but only damaged.Even if Dan hadn't described to me what he'd seen—the wounds, scars, and suffering—I could tell by the look in his eyes.I become lost in them. anything demanding effort.a committed effort. Since...her, I haven't let anything consume me.Monica.The person who, just before she split us apart so widely that we almost broke, brought us closer together than we had ever been.But Lily, this woman, I

When I'm already on edge, the prospect of being surrounded by intoxicated men who don't respect personal space makes me want to run and keep running. But I'm not able to live my life that way.No, not if I'm going to live.I'll thus spend a few nights working there and pray that Nathan doesn't see me. I will flee if he does. And if he doesn't, I'll have at least a little money so that wherever I run to next, I won't have to live on the streets. not straight away, at least.Then what? When I get there, I'll think about it.If I ever get there.DanShe wants employment here.From behind his desk, Finn looks up at me. He doesn't enquire as to who. "Why?"My hand runs through my hair. She "says she wants to make up for letting her stay.""And that's a bad thing, why?" Finn brings his water glass to his lips.It's unfortunate because I wonder how long it will take for her to recognise you and Jade and flee. She mentions working a few days, just enough to make enough money to get a bus tick