บททั้งหมดของ In The Hands Of My Alpha: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Valeria POVIt’s been around 30 minutes since I got here, and I have been having fun sitting by myself. When I get to any club, I like to look around and observe my environment before jumping into anything. The male strippers are sexy alright, exactly what I needed. I just sat by the corner, ignoring all the men who were approaching me. My focus is on the strippers, and even though I admire them, I feel no urge to do anything with that. Am I really about to let my pride down for some strippers? Engage myself in a one-night stand. It’s not something I would do, and I don’t see myself doing it. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This is pathetic.“Hello,” a deep voice said, and I turned around, wondering who the voice belonged to. It was a man; he was standing in front of me. He was wearing leather pants and black shoes with no shirt on. There were tattoos all over his arms and chest; only his neck and face were bare. Taking a look at his face, he looked dangerous. His short hair

Dmitri's POVI got to the house and carried Valeria outside. I took her to her room and dropped her on the bed. I breathed out, running my hand through my hair as she slept soundly. She looked so innocent, not capable of any evil. She was half naked with blood all over her body and hands, and I couldn’t believe she ripped his dick off. She has rendered him useless for the rest of his life, and nothing can save him. Anytime she steps out, she comes back with trouble. I should have followed her; I should have sneakily followed her, but I was angry. I was fucking pissed off.She is stubborn and hard to talk to, and what she did that last night pissed me off. I left her; for years I left her so she could move on from his death. Losing a mate and being forced to live eternity without them is hard; I have been there, and it took me years to get back to myself. But I have given her enough time, enough years, to move on, but she refused. Damien was my friend, and it saddened me how he died, b

Dmitri's POVI, Egan and Valeria walked down the hallway. It’s been a few days, and we were here, land of the gods and goddesses, Helna. Here, all gods and goddesses have a kingdom of their own and their contribution to the supernatural world and humans. The councils are the main rulers of Helena; they have powers over the gods and goddesses. Well, not technically; a god or goddess has more power than the council, but their position is what makes them powerful. If a god or a goddess were to cause destruction, they have all powers to call the person in question to order, only if other gods or goddesses permit it.So, they have all the power and control but not directly. I looked at Valeria; this was her first time here, and she looked confident. I have no idea what power she thinks she has, but the councils are not who she thinks they are. I really hope today goes well and Valeria apologises to her even if she doesn’t mean it. The guards in front of the conference room bowed, and I can’t

Dmitri’s POVI continued watching from the screen, and Egan and Valeria killed off all the men, leaving the boss. It was interesting to see both working together. I felt sad for Egan seeing how Valeria trained him. He was a very sad little boy and teenager, and he and Valeria never got along. She trained him with an iron fist, and one time Egan ran from home, and she found him. Locked him up for days without food, just water.We all plead with her, including Sam and Darcy. But Valeria turned a blind eye. Egan never ran from home again, and he was forced to train. But now, I can see she cared so much for her son. She was broken and never wanted her son to be in that position. She had to be mean to him, so he learnt how to survive on his own, and seeing how he was now, she trained him well. He is the king of werewolves anyway, and over the years he has earned himself a name, the killer machine, and it’s all thanks to Valeria. I went to the living room, and Valeria removed the mask cover

aleria POVWe pulled apart and stared at each other. Was I betraying Damien by doing this? Was I committing a grave sin? Should I be regretting this and locking myself up as I hide my face in shame?“Hey, don’t overthink it,” Dmitri said softly, searching my face.“I am not,” I said, and he raised his brows.“You are, Valeria. Don’t overthink it,” he muttered. I smiled softly, my body still tingling at the thought of the kiss. It’s been so long since I had a kiss, a kiss where I genuinely wanted to, a kiss where I shared the same amount of passion. I have kissed a lot of me, but those are all hungry kisses, no emotions, and it was not in the least affectionate. But this one it was everything I could ever imagine. I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in his shoulders, and I took in his scent. He smelt different; he smelt like home, and he smelt like warmth, and it made me happy. He rubbed my back slowly, his hand trailing down my spine.“You are so strong,” he whispered in my e