Todos los capítulos de Tailored For Mr Alpha's Lust : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Gia's PovOne look from me was enough for him to start talking. His shoulders sagged. "It’s Alan."Alan again. I raised a brow at him.Levi went on talking, giving vivid explanations of how everything would go. He seemed so proud of himself. The sparkle in his eyes was as clear as day, his chest puffed out ever so slightly, his voice leveled, spiking at odd moments as he hit details I wasn’t sure I should have been aware of.Then it struck me. Wasn’t it the same thing they did to me? Levi didn’t know, but all I could hear at some point were three words: kidnap, bind, threaten.I was kidnapped.Maybe not physically, but mentally, held against my will and bound like a criminal for doing something no one did. Something they considered disgraceful.But wasn’t it to survive? These same people who threw curse words at me had never for one day helped.They would rather behave as though they hadn’t seen it, but now they feel as though they can make their own input. Like their opinion mattere

Gia’s POVIt’s a map.Yes. A map.In Levi’s room. Not his parlour. Not his study. His room.Scribbles filled the map along with notes that seemed glued to it. I ran my eyes through it, some keywords catching my attention: curse. cure. last seen. history.Each word hammered my heart more than the last.“This is an antique, right?” I curled the corner of my lips into a smile, asking no one.It had to be, because why would Levi have it in his room anyway? It was just too odd. I didn’t know he was searching for something. He never mentioned it.But fresher ink on some of the papers stood out like a sore thumb, and worst of all, Levi’s handwriting mocked me.Just then, my eyes stopped at the inscription in gold on the wooden bar below. “What’s that?” I squinted at the word. Wait a minute. My eyes widened the second I could make out the word there: Selene.A woman’s name, in my man’s room, hung like a trophy.“Maybe it’s the name of the painting.”But it’s not a painting, a voice countered

Gia's POVMy lashes fluttered open. My mind was still. I took in the room where I was. It was Levi's.How did I get here? For a moment, my head was blank.Then, like a flood, it came slamming onto me, jolting me awake. My chest tightened painfully.With a flash of white, everything began to flicker through my mind like a tape on fast-forward. The arrest. The slurs. The despair. The loneliness. The betrayal. My father’s face twisted with contempt. The result. Levi worried. The argument and what followed after.Least of all, what I didn’t want to remember. The discovery. And the unbelievable thing.Him, whispering her name.It crashed onto me like a choker, tightening uncomfortably around my neck.I stumbled off the bed and out of the room. If I stayed in that room one more second, I might give in to my urges and trash that room. Thankfully, I didn’t.I held on.The moment I was outside, in the corridor, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Goodness. Now what?I sure could

[This chapter contains slight sexual scene.Alan's POVI once heard a statement: all she-wolves are different.I supposed it was meant to be a heartfelt cry. Something that would make you repent and change your ways immediately.I don’t remember when it was said, or who said it.But what I do remember very vividly, in fact, was my reaction to it.A scoff in disbelief. Not outwardly, of course, my expression was as touched as everyone’s.That won a few approvals if my memory doesn’t fail me.That’s beside the point. The point is, I never believed it.Not then.And certainly not now.In fact, it has only grown more solid throughout the years.Even now, as I rammed violently into her, engaging in the most ancient and primal act, the bed creaked and groaned in protest, accompanied by Madeline’s saccharine-like moan piercing the air, urging me further.Deeper, she wrapped her leg around my waist. The evidence was simple and plain.Disgustingly so.Soon, very soon, various calculations flic

  Gia POV When my eyes opened, the first thing I saw was the ceiling above me. A strange one, decorated with spirals and curves of shimmering gold and white. 'This isn’t my room.' That was my first thought. Or my room, for that matter.  I propped myself up on my arm, staring around the room where I was. It was neat. No stray clothes or things cluttered around. I couldn’t pick out anything just from the room alone. I scuttled to the side; just then, a sharp pain stung me. I winced, my head snapping to the source.