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The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 52: never enough .Regina looked at the skyscrapers that dotted the sky, listening to the blares and beeps of traffic from her hotel in Montevido. Well, 5 star hotel, because Regina enjoyed the little things. Hotel Sofitel Montevido was a wonder and a beauty. Outside, the casual observer was overwhelmed by the slightly gothic architecture, the smooth white walls, and the innumerable painted glass windows. Sitting in this bed, with its Egyptian cotton high thread count sheets, and looking at the artistically slanted roof, Regina could almost imagine that the last month had been a nightmare; that she was still in the human world with her mum, back in the lap of luxury where she belonged. She could tell herself that she was in Uruguay for a business trip to bring some new clients into the firm. If she closed her eyes and tried, she could almost ignore the noxious scent of omega that wafted from her skin, overpowering the gallons of alpha spray

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 54: Destination? .Regina stumbled into the discount store, her head spinning from blood loss, shivering. The pain in her head had gone away, replaced by an aching emptiness as her body listed to the side like a drunk or a blind man. As she stumbled along down one alleyway, a man clothed in a ratty gray jacket and dirty pants with unkempt black hair stared at her suspiciously. Regina met the man’s eyes for a moment and then looked away. She walked into the convenience store. The tiny store had a cracked black and white tiled floor, yellow walls and a man who stood behind a plexiglass window. It was a small tacky store, air smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke, despite the fact that smoking in public places had been illegal in Uruguay since 2006.This neighborhood wasn’t inhabited by people who gave too many shits about laws.And Regina, well, she was the biggest lawbreaker of them all.She approached the man behind the plexiglass window. In

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 56: an Impressionist painting. .MattelWhen Mattel woke up, his head was ringing, eyes blurring out of focus. It took a few seconds to figure out where he was. White bed. No underwear. Beeping monitors. He was in the hospital again.Sitting in a chair by the side of his bed was someone he had not expected to see: Laura.Maura stood and fixed her piercing hazel eyes on him, brushing back a strand of dark black hair.“Mattel, you’re awake”.He felt a prickle of alarm, “How long was I out?”Maura shook her head in anger, “for a few hours. Luckily I got here to take you to the hospital when I did”“When did you get here?” Mattel asked pointedly.“Two and a half hours ago. I flew in to see how the search for your omega was going. Imagine my surprise when I find out Regina has slipped through your fingers again! Why didn’t you just break the bond when I asked you to? Can you imagine what having a badly trained omega will do to the family name? The r

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 58: Is she safe? .“I’m sorry, Regina.” “No you’re not. I know, because my step father used to be one of you, ruling the world, not afraid of anything. Alphas are never sorry for the things they do. You don’t care that by pursuing this bond you forced me to leave my house, my home, and my life, everything I loved and now here I am! Pregnant and so terrified. And I can’t even hate you because the bond won’t let me”“Believe me, Regina,” Mattel assured, “I never wanted you to leave your life and your home and everything. You didn’t have to run from me. I don’t beat or hurt omegas. I’m a good guy. You know this.” Regina laughed bitterly. “I know this?.” And Mattel could feel Regina’s pain. The raw agony ripping at her heart, swelling into the space, choking the air and light out of everything until she felt like her soul had been bruised.After listening to Regina cry for a few minutes, Mattel whispered, “Regina”“Yes?” his omegas sounded fain

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate .Chapter 60: Two months .Regina watched the landscape go by as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. She tracked it’s slow pace across the sky, her arm tightened across her backpack as if it was an amulet against the problems of the world. Alphas and betas and omegas huddled near her, the refuse of the world, dirty clothes packed with dust, teeth missing, the car stunk of unwashed bodies. And desperation, each eye gleaming with the desire to leave the poverty stricken countryside, buoyed by the hope of a new life in the cities. These people, so much like the multitudinous waves of the world crashed would crash upon the city’s shores, time after time, eon after eon, the dreams of the peasants never die. Regina was neither an expert nor a person that admittedly gave much of a damn about Marxist theory. Class struggle was something that for other people to worry about. She had gotten where she had gotten through sheer grit and hard work, not star