All Chapters of The Mysterious Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Freda’s P.O.V I sucked in a breath of air as Ava tightened the corset around my bust. Every hair on my body stood at attention, and I wanted to tell her to let it loose immediately. Instead, Ava chuckled, “Beauty is said to be pain.” I wrinkled my nose before responding. “The gods know I never asked for this sort of beauty in any way. No one would even know it was me under the mask.” She scoffed, tightening it further to accentuate my bust. “Craig would know, and that’s the most important. I don’t care if anyone else doesn’t know.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. For my sake, she didn’t care about a lot of things. She didn’t care that standing against Sharon would cost her. She didn’t care what her friends would have thought of her. Now, she doesn’t care what others would say to her. Since Craig told me the mark was linked to this function, I had been eager to go to the function. More than anything, I wanted to know about the mark that changed my whole life. “I don't even hav

Freda’s P.O.V.The air in the room suddenly felt short as I hovered near the desk, hoping Red Mask would repeat those words he just said. Instead, he bowed to me. “I never knew I was going to see the rightful heir to the throne.”The more he spoke, the more confused I was.I spared a glance at Craig. His gaze was fixed on Red Mask as if he was always trying to piece together the words coming out of his mouth. Without warning, Red Mask tore his mask away. Behind the mask was an old man with white hair and a white beard. If I were to estimate his age, I’d think he was over sixty. “Why?” I whispered. Craig had told me how important the mask was and how the person buying and the person selling information have to be anonymous. Red mask smiled, making him look younger. “This is the only way I can show you that I am sincere about the things I am about to say.”For some reason, I didn’t want to know what he wanted to say, but I was also eager to know about this strange mark. Craig also

Freda’s P.O.VThe hall was fuller than when we left it. It felt as if more people had arrived here. It also made me wonder how people receive information on this function. I expected us to start going back home since we had completed our reason for coming over, but instead, Craig started pulling towards another door. He seemed rather familiar with these doors and where they led to. “Where are we going this time?” I asked. All I wanted was to go home, so I could think about everything Oman had told me. I also wanted to read the pamphlet, so I could learn about my Origin. My interest in participating in the function had reduced to nothing. Craig placed a hand on my back, “We’re just going to the main reason of coming to this function - ‘The Auction.’” A small shiver ran through me as the memory of being tied and sold flashed across my eyes. Slowly, I shook my head. Maybe it was a good thing I was sold. If not, I wouldn’t have met Craig and certainly wouldn’t be learning about my o

Freda’s P.O.V“We need to leave now?”Before I could respond, Craig ushered me up from the chair. He pulled me towards the door. A lot of people seemed to have the same idea at the same time. I frowned. Just now, everyone was seated, and now, everyone wants to leave. “What’s going on?”Craig looked back, “Whatever that information is. I’m sure its dangerous. We need to get out of here before the buyer gets the information.”“So, what about everything you had bought?”“It will be sent to my address.”There was no point arguing with him anymore. He started leading me out of the auction room. My mark pulsed at a point, and my gaze moved around. Could it be that there was some member of the Silver Blood pack here? I really needed to know. Slowly, Craig led me out of the room, to the main hall, and finally towards the exit door. Immediately, we landed outside, the man that took his car was back with it as if he had been expecting us to come out at that moment. He drove off at a fast

Freda’s P.O.VThe silence was all I needed. Absolute silence filled the room; even my breathing sounded loud. I pulled out the pamphlet Oman gave to me. This was it. It was about time I found out more about the mark and who I really was.My heart pulsed. The pamphlet looked small, but it contained information that might change my life forever. I opened the first page and blinked at the words. The Silver Blood Pack - extinct but active. There was a small love mark in the front. A slow smile took residence on my face. Oman must have really loved the Pack. It was unlikely that an old man like him would make a love mark in his jottings.Not wanting anything to delay, I continued reading the scrawled handwriting. Everyone believed we no longer existed. They believed we had been wiped out by some strange and weird disease, but I know that was all a scam. It was no disease.It was more than a disease. It was poison.A scam by someone who fears our power. Who fears what we would achie