All Chapters of Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Three days later, it's all done. I look at the mess I just created with a smile on my face. The warehouse the Carson Crew used as headquarters is gone, it blew up with some of them still inside. I won’t lie, it was the coolest moment of my life. "Now what?" Brody asks. He helped me out a little bit but I definitely did most of the work. And today was the first day I talked to him since the whole Mom Situation, "Don't we have to run away or something? There's people here." "Nope, it's fine if they see. Elio wants me to let it be known we did this," I say and look at the flames, "But we should go out to eat and come back once it's no longer burning, then I'll leave the mark." "Fine," Brody sighs, "I don't like this job." "Humans die all the time," I murmur and turn him around to continue walking. The nosy people who were looking at what we did run back inside their places, "And those were the bad ones anyway." "Yeah, I guess," he murmurs and we look around for a place to eat. We

"I like talking to you," I say. It does nothing, he just responds to another text, "And I just saw your McLaren yesterday, we can take it for a drive if you want." He's too entranced texting, he doesn't respond. I nudge him with my foot. "Nah, don't feel like it," he finally says, starting to annoy me now. Who the fuck does he think he is to have me here begging for attention? "Look at me," I demand, putting some Alpha force into my voice. I can see him tense up and fight the need to obey me. If there's someone who could actually fight that need, it would be him, but right now he lifts his head and finally gives me those eyes, full of fire. This time it's me who's fighting against a force, the need to touch him. I swear I try, but my hand moves on his own until I'm holding his face, "You still mad at me?" "I don't give a shit about you, Saint Bernard," he responds with a harsh tone and tries to move away from me, but I don't like this behavior. I tighten my hold and keep him in

"You're not just any guy, though,” Dylan continues a second later, making me return to reality. I frown, not understanding what he means, "The reason I've pushed you for so long is because I can't just go ahead and kiss the shit out of you like I've wanted for years. You and your father are wild cards. I don't really know how you would react if I just went ahead and kissed you, and I don’t know how your dad would react if you told him I tried something. I've been assessing that risk for years, without reaching a verdict. And at the same time, I've tried to egg you on, make YOU kiss me, even if it's to shut me up." "What changed?" I ask, genuinely so curious, "Did you reach a verdict?" "Nope. I'm still risking you telling your dad about this whole thing, him freaking out and then killing my ass," he shrugs, "But something did change... that man. The new Head of Security." Saint. The reminder of him makes my stomach shrink a little and the back of my neck starts sweating. "Wh

"I'm about to kill Dylan," Saint states and turns to look at my father with his body tense and head held high. The energy around him is stormy again. Tumultuous, "Do you have a problem with that?" "That would put me in a bad situation with his father," my dad says, keeping his cool even though he looks confused as hell. Dylan tries to get up to say something, but Saint kicks him on the chest, pushing him back down. God, poor Dylan. He's not extremely hurt, but I know this humiliation will stay with him for a long time, "I need you to actually explain first. Why is he in Birdie's room? And why exactly are you trying to kill him? I didn't like walking in here with your hands on my son, by the way. You will show him the same amount of respect you show me or this is over. You are over." "Your son belongs to me," Saint responds, shocking both me and my dad on equal amounts. The only one who doesn't seem surprised is his mom, she just smirks and crosses her arms, leaning on the doorway an

"So… you're not angry anymore?" I ask a couple of seconds later when I can’t take the tense silence anymore. Saint just stares at me with those insane eyes, "That was a lot of info your mom dumped on me and it kinda overshadowed how you wanted to kill Dylan, so I'd like to talk about that first." "I am angry," he says, not moving except for the muscle in his jaw clenching, "So angry, you wouldn't believe it. But that's not even close to how angry he is, the other side of me. I'm staying here to make sure he won't yell too much." I gulp and lift a hand to scratch my head. "Is this just weird cult-talk... or are you actually bipolar? I don't know which way is up anymore, I'm super lost," I admit. Saint takes a deep breath. "I can more explain later," he says and then stays there again. Stoic, unmoving. "So, what's happening? You're... trying to keep your other side at bay?" I ask, he nods. And this time, I get a big realization moment. It hits me like a truck, "You're the one