Todos los capítulos de Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

After that realization, I slowly turn around and stare at my new boyfriend, up and down. He looks so pretty, compared to the last memory I have of an older version of him that looked skinny, decrepit and sad. So sad. His cheeks are full right now, his eyes still lively, his body still strong and stance proud. I haven't completely fucked him up yet, I still have a chance to turn it back around and avoid that awful hell I sent both of us with my denial. I feel like a brand new man all of a sudden. I feel like I was just reborn after that, like I get a chance to do it all over again. And I'll take it, at least until I stop feeling so scared. "I'm sorry I yelled so much," I murmur, clearly confusing him a lot, "I don't know how to deal with... feelings and stuff like that."Eros nods, weary but not as on guard anymore. I breathe in and out for a few seconds, until my body stops feeling so tense. I've been so tense since I arrived to his room that my neck is hurting like crazy. "Can y

"Calm down," I say when I see him starting to hyperventilate, "Eros, sit down and stop spiraling. Yes, all of those things are because we're mates. But we don't really call it 'soulmates' in my cult, we just say we're fated mates. Brought together by fate, destined to create a future and a life together.” “Oh… That sounds beautiful,” he whispers, then shakes his head and frowns, “Too good to be true.” “Too good? This is a prison,” I let out. He narrows his eyes, about to get mad again, “You’re chained to ME by fate, do you really think that is beautiful?” “Well, if you put it like that…” he murmurs, thinking about it, “I guess you make this worse, but under normal conditions with a normal person, it would be beautiful. Tell me more about this fated mates thing.” “Well… it’s a really big deal where I’m from. Like, people think that finding your fated mate is the one thing we’re here to do,” I continue, he eats it up and smiles at me all stupidly, “Also… fated mates’ children ar

"Did Dylan touch you here?" I ask when the unwanted thought infects my brain again. Eros widens his eyes in panic for a second, but then he shakes his head, "Don't fucking lie to me." "I swear," he says, but I just don't know if I trust that lying, slut mouth. I know he'd let anyone do anything to him if they sweet-talk him for two minutes. I turn him around and put him face down in a second, "Hey! What the hell?!" "Did he touch your ass?" I ask, moving my hands down to his firm glutes. I can recognize I’m starting to act like an insane person again, but I can’t make it stop. All I want is to remind my mate he belongs to me. "No!" Eros shrieks. But again, I'm not sure I believe him. "You already gave your first kiss to another man, you better not have let him into your ass too. I do not share," I growl and pull his pants down, taking his boxers too. He's trying to shake me off of him, but I don't allow it, "Come on, Birdie. Get ass up and show me." "Oh my god," he complain

"No," I move my face away before he can actually do it. He stops and starts glaring at me immediately, "You don't get to kiss me yet." "WHAT?" he growls and my heart spikes up, but I remind it Saint won't hurt me, even if he sounds like a crazy man when he talks like that, "You're fucking rejecting me?" "You don't deserve it," I murmur, but I watch him disappear inside his own mind again. God, it's so weird when he does that. His eyes unfocus and he really looks like he's going somewhere else, "Saint, come back." "Why are you saying no? You never say no to me," he complains with an actual pout he would never admit to. I hate to think he looks cute, but he does, "What changed?" Now that I know there's actually something going on where he gets answers by the universe or whatever, I realize a lot of instances where he's been weird like this. He speaks as if things already happened and I thought it was just a Canadian way of speaking, but I guess not. "You're not devoted enough for

I wake up at God knows what time, but my phone is ringing and Saint is groaning in complaint. I get up with a pained groan to grab it and when I see it's my dad, I immediately feel awake. "Yes? What's up?" I ask, alarmed. He wouldn't be calling me unless... "Come down for breakfast, in the backyard," he says with a casual tone. I relax and fall back down to bed, "Saint too, I need a word with both of you. And move fast, the food is almost ready." "Ugh, what time is it?" I groan and look at the screen, it's fucking eight AM. But I can't say no to my dad, "Fine, we'll be there in five." I throw my phone away and shake Saint. He's already awake, but unwilling to open his eyes. I'm in pain, dirty as fuck and tired. So tired. We fucked again two times last night, one in the shower and the other in bed again. We're probably running on four hours of sleep, at most. "My dad wants us to have breakfast with him," I let Saint know, he doesn't move, "You should go to your room and get dec