Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Badass Alpha: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

IRIS'S POV ALONE RESCUER Without wasting another second in the house, I was already in the car, driving towards the address that Gavin had sent to me. I didn't know what I was going to be expecting once I got there but I certainly had a lot of questions for Gavin. At 120 kilometres per hour, I’d reach there sooner. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, heading out alone at this time of night. Helen was too drunk to come along, and I couldn’t risk bringing her. I was almost there, nearing the address. But the GPS showed I was approaching a forest. A forest? What on earth would Gavin and Jerry be doing in a place like this? I questioned myself as I drove ahead, not caring that danger might be lurking around. The trees loomed closer, their dark silhouettes blending into the night, casting long shadows across the road. The forest seemed to swallow the narrow path ahead, its thick canopy blocking out the moonlight. My headlights cut through the gloom, but even then, visibility

IRIS'S POVAUTOPSY REPORTOn the ride back home, to Gavin's mansion. I had dropped Jerry at his house and I and Gavin were left in the car. He wouldn't say anything, and so did I but I had questions. I looked at him on my right as I drove, was he asleep? I tried to check to see if his eyes were closed and it was.I turned back, my attention on the road. Was he sleeping to avoid any questions from me? I thought. If that was what he was doing, then I had every reason to be worried, I had every reason to want to believe what Ciara told me about him.This wasn't the first time he'd go to places as deserted as that forest. What could he be searching for? What was he not telling me?I moved a bit, I glanced at him. “I know you're not asleep, Gavin.” I said to him, He slept in the same position for a minute before he raised his head up.“I wasn't. I was only resting.” He said, his voice husky and calm like nothing had happened, like he didn't have anything to tell me.“Why were you and Jerry

GAVIN'S POV CONFRONTATION! “Daddy I want that too.” Lyra pointed to the bakens in front of me. I picked it up with a fodk and placed it on her plate. She smiled, eating from her plate. I looked at Logan who sat by the left, he was quiet, probably still annoyed that I wasn't with him at night until this morning. “Do you need bakens, Logan?” I asked him. He shook his head while he ate. He was upset even though he didn't want to say it. Only if he knew why I was absent last night. Jerry messaged me, I looked at my screen. “The pack advisors want a meeting with you, sir.” It stated. I sighed tiredly, what else do they want to know? I picked up my phone and texted him back. “Cancel every meeting I'll be having today, including this.” “I wasn't invited for breakfast, how rude of you all.” Ciara complained as she walked down from the stairs, walking towards the dining table. The kids looked at her but I didn't bother turning my back to face her. Her presence had just Increased my ang

IRIS'S POVWHO IS TO BE BLAMED?She's dead! My mother is dead. I watched them as they carried her corpse to a morgue.“I'm sorry.” Helen wept, her hands gently holding my shoulders compassionately. I had stopped crying, I didn't know why but sadness was now replaced with so much anger.Did she really die from an accident? I asked myself. I couldn't think of anything but to find out the reason for her death. My father didn't really give me the explanation I was looking for.I turned away from the corpse, facing my father who was discussing something with the pack officials.I walked towards him, my anger rising. “Why weren't you with mum when the accident happened?” I questioned him, he turned to me, his face etched with confusion.“It was her personal outing with her guard, Iris. Why the question?”“Personal outing? I'm sure she asked you to come with her, didn't she?”Everyone was staring, I didn't care what anyone thought at this point. I just want the right answers to my mother's d

IRIS'S POVSOMEONE HAS TO BE BLAMEDI went into my mum's bedroom and her presence had exited the space. The peaceful space I always ran to whenever I was scared, it was empty now, noisy without her in it, without her in this pack. How would I move on?I moved closer to her wardrobes, her royal clothes arranged neatly. It wouldn't be a surprise if she had a hand in arranging these clothes herself and not the maids. That was how humble she was and she still is even though she was no more.I only felt sad mixed with a feeling of anger, I was lost right now. What was the next thing to do? How would I achieve that without her presence in my life as a mother figure?Now I believe the saying that goes “people don't value what they have until they lose it.” I had my mother's presence so much in my life, my being a little girl growing into an adult. Sometimes when she called me to check up on me or to tell me to pay her a visit, I would come, sometimes and sometimes I wouldn't.We spent less t