บททั้งหมดของ In The Loving Arms Of My Secret Alpha: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Evelyn's pov As always I took my father to the living room where I hoped that we would have some privacy, and I told him that we needed it because it was going to be a very important and probably long discussion between the two of us and the last that we would have for some time. Just like I expected, my father looked worried and confused by the way I was. I sat next to him on the couch and reached out for his palm, squeezing it affectionately as he looked up at me, becoming even more confused. “My dear, is something wrong? Are you in some kind of trouble? Just know that your father can get you out of anything if you just tell me what it is. I'm sure that you couldn't have been that responsible for whatever happened…”The smile on my face twitched a little bit as my father more or less admitted that he was willing to support me with a crime and that really didn't sound so out of character for him since he loved me but it made me wonder just how much he had done in his life that he

Evelyn's pov Kian didn't seem to believe that his people would have any problem trying to swallow down the information that they were going to be having a complete stranger that they had never met before introduced as their Luna, maybe it was so hard for me to imagine because I could not even think of doing that on my own side, just popping up with a complete stranger that nobody knew anything about and as these thoughts started to run through my mind I realized that was exactly what I did. My people had expected Alex or that time because we were dating and we looked like the perfect match in person and on paper because why wouldn't we be if nobody else knew that he was shamelessly sleeping with my stepmother, of course, we would look like a great match together but then his brother had come and completely swept me of my feet. At first, it was not exactly love. I could say I was attracted to him at that point and really I was desperate. But as Kian stretched out his hand for me ope

Kian's pov Her eyes widened up like saucepans and her entire body was trembling like someone that had been thrown into a snowstorm without protection. The desperation was thickly and broadly written all over her face as if somebody had done it with a permanent marker. “Kian, what about my father?” She said, holding on to her last straw and desperately so as well, without any shred of shame to be found in her. SAe tried to approach me but I gave her another warning look with my eyes. I wouldn't hesitate to shove her away again if she was ready to break the boundaries that I had clearly set, so she remained close to the couch brushing her leg awkwardly against it. “What about your father?” I repeated, with my hands still crossed against each other but my emotions were not as unmoved as my face remained to be. While Hailey was a pest, I couldn't describe her father in the same way. In fact, it was the opposite. I actually respected the man a lot. “How do you think my father is going

Evelyn's pov “Are you sure that you're going to be okay? Trust me there's no pressure at all and I am not doubtful about your skills or anything but if you feel like you don't want to….”I allowed the hairbrush to swim across my hair again while staring at my vanity and the reflection of my husband sitting on the bedside as he was speaking to me as if I was about to go into a war when in reality it was nothing like that or at least it was far less threatening than a war. He was having a meeting with his special advisors and his Beta, and naturally as is Luna, I felt like I had to be there, this was partially because I wanted to contribute to the territory and also because I was beginning to feel more and more like a pampered doll rather than a person.Everyday I eat extravagant meals and not only that, the clothes that I wear are practically out of this world. It felt like every single one had been tailored just for me and while that was true and I was extremely flattered by it even

Evelyn's pov “Does the alpha know that you are leaving?” This was one of the first questions I was brushed with when I got to the garage and the chauffeur was making some regular checkups on the car.I was taken aback by his question, and before I could even get a chance to answer it, he was already shooting another one at me. “If he does, did he write you a note of permission?”At this point I wasn't sure if I was supposed to get angry or chuckle.“I don't believe that I'm a child that needs permission to write one just to go out. Besides, it's not like I'm running away. I'm just going to grab some lunch. Maybe you can even recommend some places for me…”The Chauffeur gave me a long hard look before he finally spoke again, stuffing his hands into his pockets.“So, from what you have been saying you don't have written permission? Or anything to prove that he has permitted you to leave?”After the disrespect that I got from that meeting, having a chauffeur looking down on me and even