Lahat ng Kabanata ng Belonging to the Alpha King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Wanting to correct her, I opened my mouth to say that we had never met before, but the man holding me spoke first. "We were just looking for our seats. We'll be out of your way in a second." His voice was soft and reassuring. The woman nodded with gratitude. I attempted to walk away, eager to escape the awkward situation, but the man held me more firmly. He tilted his head and whispered, "Not so fast... You won't escape that easily." Then he looked at the weirdo who would be sitting next to me during the flight. "Move," he said. The weirdo protested, "What? I won't change. This is my place." The man holding me growled low. "Here, take mine," he said, handing the note to the weirdo. "it is first class." He watched the man look at the ticket with raised eyebrows. "Now move," he said slowly, almost threateningly, as if daring the man to question him. The weirdo glanced at us once more before standing up, quickly grabbing his bag, and rushing past us without making eye contact. I watche

My breathing calmed down a little. He was so unbelievably beautiful. How could someone be so beautiful? Fantastic, charming, sweet, and comforting, and his kisses were incredible. The plane suddenly shook again—this time most of the passengers gasped. The pilot's voice came from the speakers at the top of the cabin, apologizing for the turbulence and mentioning that the weather seemed more serious than originally expected. I looked out my window and saw that it was raining, and the sky was full of lightning. "Oh my God, it is like this, what I am going to die," I said. My whole body trembled. The plane shook again at the same time as a loud, thunderous bang came from outside. I let out a scared shout when tears started to gush in my eyes. "Rary, darling, come here," Vidário said in an agitated tone. I looked at him and saw that he was offering his arm, encouraging me to lean on him. "What?!" I asked with a shaky voice. "N-no!" Something squeezed my hand tighter. I looked down to

I nodded, not wanting to go against his orders when he looked so dangerous. I watched him get up and make his way to the front of the plane and beyond, through the small door that led to first class. I reclined in my seat, thinking he probably just needed to go to the bathroom. But then I heard people yelling, and the steward ran down the aisle. "You passengers, stay in your seats." I jumped up and ran to the first-class section, wanting to see what all the commotion was about. When I entered, the scene in front of me made my heart stop. Vidário was holding Mr. Bizarro in the air by the neck. Was he trying to kill him? People around them were trying to get Vidário's attention, pulling at him to stop strangling the man. But Vidário wasn't moving. He was like a statue. He was trying to kill him. --- Rary Vidário's hand on Mr. Bizarro's neck was getting tighter with each passing second. Of all those begging him to stop, one man was the most persistent, shouting, "Alpha! Alpha!

He laughed again. "We can kiss as much as you want when you wake up." The thought made me happy, and I sighed. "Okay, then." He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his nose right where he had finished biting. I shuddered. "Huh. That was good." "Go to sleep, Rary. I'll protect you." And for the third time during the flight, I passed out in Vidário's arms. Rary When I woke up again, it was completely dark. The only light I could see came from what I assumed was a window behind me, the moonlight illuminating the entire room. Where am I? For a moment, I thought I was back home, in my room, and, releasing a sigh, I stirred, cuddling into the pillow. But then I stopped. Wherever I was lying down, it wasn't a pillow. It was hard and warm, moving up and down. I lifted my head to get a better look. A very muscular sleeping man. I looked at his face. Oh my God. It was Vidário. All that had happened during the last day came to me suddenly: the plane, his eyes, him strangling some

Through my sobs, I could hear quick footsteps entering the living room. Rary! Vidário shouted. Just his voice made the fire die down a little, and I called out to him, desperate for the pain to go away. He ran for the kitchen and pushed the other man away from me. I felt a twinge of disappointment when I noticed that Vidário was wearing sweatpants instead of boxers—I wanted as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Fortunately, he was still without a shirt. As soon as he reached me, he immediately took me into his arms. I wrapped myself around him as lazily as a vine on a tree, seeking maximum contact. My legs were on each side of him, my arms tightly around his neck. Fortunately, the fire subsided as I sobbed into his chest, but the pain was still unbearable. "Shh...," Vidário said, sitting down on a nearby chair with me still coiled around him. "I know, baby, I know." "Please, make it stop," I begged. Vidário suddenly placed his mouth on the bite mark and sucked it, running his