All Chapters of Accepting Her Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HannaMy apprehension spikes at the sight of the house I grew up in. Its bonnet roof with navy tiles for the two triangular shapes transitioning to black tiles over its flat planes brings back memories of playing hide-and-seek, and the flowering plants that hang above the white-painted porch eludes an inviting image.A man wearing an open red, white, and black flannel shirt over a white tee with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scuffed jeans, and beaten work boots waits by the driveway. His hair is cropped on the sides and back with more length on the crown, its natural gray ombre giving him a spruced-up look. The dimming daylight casting upon his slim, towering stature hid in the shadows any trace of emotion in a face that bore the hardships of a youth spent in countless missions for survival.I’m brought back to a memory of his cold, hardened eyes in his younger years. Watching my every move. Seeing more in everything. But never revealing anything beyond what he intended.Oddly e

HannaI don’t know where she spawned from, but the interruption is welcomed.“Logan!” she says cheerily, latching onto his arm like a leech. But of course—she was the chosen one by the Alpha of Evergreen Pack. His chosen mate and Luna.As I look her over, I’d say she hasn’t changed at all. No, she’s gotten more gorgeous these last five years. The crop top and yoga pants she has on shapes her hourglass figure perfectly, and her ash blonde hair cascades past her long neck in delicate waves. The heavens must’ve kissed her radiant face to bestow her angelic features—almond eyes, a perfect nose, and small, pouty lips. She’s so perfect it’s like her sweat glands decided to take a break.Compared to my frumpy demeanor and overall lousy presentation of myself, as they stand together before me, I feel a sense of defeat.Me standing here with nothing to my name, and the both of them in front of me, casually intimate. A disgusting déjà vu pings in a corner of my mind.They are undoubtedly the per

HannaHis question rings on repeat in my head. It’s uncomfortable.Dean reaches for me first, his right hand hovering near my cheek for a second before tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. Then he pulls back, slowly, as if hesitating between doing more and retreating. His arm returns to his side.“Am I not family to you, too?” he asks in a voice so low it can be mistaken for a whisper.It’s like cold water suddenly poured on me.We barely talk about our pack lives because it’s filled with memories we’d rather not remember. All he knew about me is that I ran from my mate because he chose someone else over me. And all I knew about his story until earlier is that rogues killed his parents when he was just a child.Though I can relate to him in the aspect of not having a mother growing up, I at least had my dad and the pack. As for him, he had to survive alone as a rogue for a while until the Blackwood Pack finally found him and took care of him. Then he left for the city because

HannaI bravely put on a smile. Not too big as if I’m happy. Not too small as if it doesn’t bother me. But one of genuine understanding. Because, no matter how angry and resentful I am, I do care about the bond. I’ve fantasized about being bonded when I was but a girl.It’s not right no matter how I look at it. But that is from my perspective.Anyone else looking in can clearly tell that Marigold truly loves him. She’s always been there for him for as long as I can remember. Always waiting on him, taking care of him, and cheering him on.Every Evergreen wolf knows of her dedication towards him since a young age, and some have openly expressed their expectations of Logan taking her as his mate. She’s been teased as the future Luna of the pack since she was a teen, when she was still blossoming into the beauty that she is today. And as cherry on top, she’s the sole daughter of the late Beta.Logan isn’t supposed to be hers. The goddess herself has decreed him mine, but they truly deserve

Hanna Our laughter dies down as our attention turns to them. It should be expected that the loudest in the room thoughtlessly speaks first, somehow forgetting that a patient is unconscious upstairs.“Put her down. Right now,” he orders in a loud voice.Ivan lowers me gently the next instant. He raises both hands in the form of a surrender. “What’s up with you? Can’t I greet an old friend?”“No.”My eyes roll from the definite tone of his voice. He’s being quite rude for someone uninvited. “Keep it down, will you? This isn’t your house.”Ivan simply shrugs and points his chin to Dean, who was standing midway through the stairs. “Who’re you? Haven’t seen the likes of you before.”“Nobody important,” Logan answers for him while staring at me with narrowed eyes. “Jason’s upstairs. You should check on him first.”“He’s Dean Chanler from Blackwood.”I ignore Logan’s pointed look in my direction