All Chapters of Wanted By 2 Alphas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stood tall and as strong as I could. Of course, loud whispers and gasps erupt in the room. "Hi everyone." I said in a small voice. I looked around, meeting everyone's eyes with a smile. Mr. Daniel was present in the room as well, secretly waving at me. When I saw him sitting far away, I smiled briefly before turning away to continue looking around the room for someone else.When I caught sight of my brother, his face lit up in confusion and happiness. He looked sick. His skin pale, his body too slim. He looked like he needed a shave too. Oh, Ace. What happened to you? His face showing pain and regret.He stood forcefully, rushing towards me and pulling me into his arms. "Is it really you?" He asked, his voice cracking."Yes. It's really me, Ace." I said, my eyes flowing with tears."You look so.... different..." He sobbed, pulling away to look at me properly. I nodded."I know. But it's me. It's really me." I gripped him tighter.Elijah pulled me away from him, growling and envelope

Joel pulled her closer to him and kissed her. "It's okay baby. We'll all handle this together." He said and Tamara nodded at him before meeting my eyes again."I am strong, just like you all tell me. And I feel like I am capable of more than we all realize." I told her, smiling, again looking into the eyes of my new family.Rebekah winked at me and I smirked. I had no idea at the moment just how strong though, I thought grumpily to myself. The thought of my mission to avenge the death of my parents crossed my mind, but I shook it off. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Let's settle down first.On a side note, is this place even going to be big enough for us?" Cliff asked. "I was thinking about that too. Two packs in one pack house.. not so smart and not so roomy. We should start looking for something bigger, there's gotta be at least 100 from our pack alone, right?" I asked, looking up at Elijah. "Yeah, something like that." He replied."Well then we should start looking tomorro

I tried to eat, hoping this time he'll keep his hand away but knowing he won't. I listened to the idle chit chat around the table, Rebekah and Mrs. Moore were discussing possible re-decorating ideas for the kitchen. Cliff and Joel were discussing the scores of some sports game, no idea if it's hockey or basketball or what not. I began to chew slowly, trying to ignore the need I'm feeling. He gripped my thigh suddenly, causing me to gasp again. Elijah's father catches my eyes and I smiled quickly."Are you feeling alright?" He asked with a frown.Elijah grinded his palm... there. It felt good against my jean shorts. I squirmed in my seat, shoving his hand away but not really wanting to. I felt my face heat up. How could he be doing this while his father is right here beside me though! He pushed deeper, taking no precautions and I spread my legs, making it easier. I started breathing heavily and hid it by taking a drink of water. Realizing this, he took my hand and placed it over his e

"You're a bitch but I love you." I said and she laughed. "Why thank you. Shall we practice some more?" She smirked and I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm beat and seriously starving. Let's head back." I grinned at her and she nodded before taking my hand and we began walking back to the pack house, talking about idea for a new pack house that was desperately needed.We reached the pack house and I rushed to the kitchen, grabbing an apple and literally devouring it before grabbing another. I was starving, I didn't eat breakfast and all my energy have been sucked out of me due to last night's activities and this morning's as well.I grinned into my second apple. I couldn't believe I was able to create something so beautiful, that I can control something so beautiful: Winter. That's how it felt anyway. Rebekah just smirked at me. I was about to say something but her eyes turned sad and I watched her body slum."What's wrong?" I mouthed to her."Joel and Tamara are coming." She said, her vo

He was laying down in our bed, snoring softly, fully clothed in a black T-shirt and black jeans. I could see the mark I left on him, practically calling to me. I smirked and quietly, in stealth mode, I climbed onto the bed and hovered his neck. I watched his reaction the whole time as I kissed it slowly. He stirred, his face relaxed.I kissed it again, pressing my lips on it harder. He groaned and swatted me away. I laughed and pushed him off the bed. "Wake up sleepy head." I said in a funny accent. He pulled himself up from the ground and rubbed his eyes. "I'm tired." He whined and pulled me in for a hug.Just then, the thought of that book containing the records of the war that led to my parents death, came to my mind. I have been so busy with settling down, trying to discover my special gifts and also facing the people that treated me badly in the past, that I've almost forgotten my mission and desire to find out who the bastard was, that killed my parents and set me up for their de