Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder: For The Alpha : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Audrey’s POV“What are those?”I pointed at some brown paper bag rolled into short sticks.“Are you serious?” He looked at me like I was growing a second head. “Trudeau, you can not—” My hands were slapped over my mouth right before I gave a pass for the action to take place in my head. It was strange. To have that level of response already ingrained in my head when I have only been here for 4 days. “No, no” he gently peeled off my palm placed tightly over my mouth. “please, don’t do that. Do say my name. I mean, of course, that’s when we are in a private space and there are no other listening ears around.” I didn’t feel the conviction. Not in the way he said ‘private space’, or how he picked at my palm with his—like I was some fragile filth that would fall apart. I try to send those thoughts away by vigorously shaking my head to keep the thoughts at bay. “Okay…I will keep that in mind.” I accepted his term. He seemed quite happy about it, nodding his head severally before focusi

Audrey’s POV “Your turn. My question is…how was growing up for you?”His eyes went from being lost to staring right past my soul all in one millisecond. I froze in a spot, thinking I was doing the wrong thing by asking him that sort of question like it happened when I had crossed the line cooking for him. “I can change the question…if that is too—”“Oh no…” He quickly interfered, picking up the blunt we were both sharing from the tray and putting it between his lips. Without being told, I found the lighter and spotted him. He took a deep drag. At that moment, my eyes stayed sealed to the bright burning flame at the butt of the blunt. “It is quite a lot to unpack, which is why I wish right now, I could skip that question. But I’m a man of my word and I have to answer it...” He blew air forcefully out of his mouth, and with it going were the fumes from his joint. This time it wasn’t blown in my direction which I was thankful for because I wasn’t even noticing how I was slowly fallin

Trudeau’s POVGuillemette raised his hand last minute. “I volunteer for this tribute.” His voice is so crisp and clear, the utter shock it brings to the half-witted morons on the other end of the table was why I orchestrated this meeting in the first place. “Guill—” “Eh eh” He swung his finger majestically at the elder who tried to attempt ‘talking sense into him’. The same who also happened to be his uncle and got to this position only because Guillemette put in a good word for him aside from his qualifications to be here. Now that it was for Guillemette to stand in his place of opposition, he suddenly thinks it's not right for the man not to serve his purpose. He still had that face on. The one that said, “You don’t know what you are saying”.“It is Gamma for you, Elder Pedro.” He shut down his uncle with such a command, that I began to not recognize the man seated before me.Elder Pedro’s face got stuck in a pause. I bet he was trying to understand how he became so little in fr

Audrey’s POV She only stares briefly at me before replying, “Yes and no.”“Context??” I asked desperately, forgetting every caution in the wind behind me as we walked further into the alpha’s house. “I can never get over how beautiful this place is…” She commented while unzipping the clothes bag. “Unto more pressing matters, this is the dress he got for you…It's beautiful, isn’t it??” Cynthia asked while raising it in the air. I studied her to see if she was being serious ignoring the question I asked or if it was a harmless oversight. After a few seconds of me just staring into her face she held up a sophisticated-looking white flowy dress. It looked like it was made up of laid-back fur until I touched it and realized it was all design. “Woah…” Just to be sure, I touched it again. It was a smooth material designed in a fashion that made it appear a lot like laid-back fur. But so far, from touch, I could tell it was cotton.“That’s so much detail on a dress I would be wearing to

Trudeau’s POVThe meeting ended a minute ago with my head still held high as I couldn’t be challenged with my demands by any of the council members. I walked out to the back of the building where a small sit-by bench sat. I needed some time to catch up with myself. The shade above my head was a fig tree I can recall being there all of my life.All of a a sudden, I am nine years old again thinking about running away from the loneliness caused by waiting for my father behind the council building because he was having some meeting and insisted on me coming. It was part of the useless things I was forced to do as his heir. Even though I wasn’t allowed inside the building because I was too young, he wouldn’t let me hang out around kids my age. Instead, I would be forced to listen to a muffled version of his voice yelling ‘I will stand!`.I knew very few things about my father before he died and one thing that was the most stand-off-ish trait of his was his stubbornness and unwillingness to