Semua Bab Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Bab 111 - Bab 120

"So… what is that 'mate' thing about?" my dad asks, genuinely curious instead of suspicious. He's just a curious man in general, so he might like to hear all about Saint's weird religion. "Saint and his cult think we were born to be together forever because some entity said so. Apparently, it makes people really crazy about their specific mate person." "You are so wrong," Rose mutters under her breath, eyes narrowed as if she's annoyed at me, "First of all, we're not a cult." "Mother," Saint growls, making her turn to him, "If he wants to call it a fucking cult, he can." "Well, he should know the truth," she growls back. Just to be clear, I wouldn't do this to a woman, but someone should put a prong collar on her too. Like mother, like son, "And if you don't start talking soon, I will. I'll tell your little mate every detail you're conveniently letting out and I'm sure he'll make you go back home to us. He'll understand you're needed with your people." I doubt it. I want him here

"Who's this?" he asks, pointing at other one of my old friends. So now I have to tell him everyone's names and the backstory on how we met. There’s not even too much to say, there's not many people in Akino so I'm basically friends with anyone who is around my age. Not to mention, I became very popular when everyone realized I was a True Alpha and my ability came out. Suddenly, everyone wanted to be my friend. "Everyone is so hot," Eros says at the end, looking at the photo deeper. He's thinking hard, "Would you ever take me to this place? Akino?" "Why? So you can repeat over and over how everyone is so hot?" I grumble, salty. This time, I successfully snatch my phone back, "No. And not only because I'd be annoyed at that. I can't go back because people are expecting me to fulfill a role I don't want." "The Alpha thing," he murmurs, I nod, "So... why not? You can explain better now that I know more about what’s actually going on." "You still wouldn't understand," I sigh, but then

"No," I scoff, Eros looks ready to punch me... but that can't happen in this new timeline I'm creating, "Fine, I'll be a lot more flexible with my child." But if I do everything right, he won't even exist. And that's the biggest gift he'll ever receive from me. He won't have to come to this shithole of a world. "That's how it has to be," Eros murmurs, crossing his arms, ready to fight for his son already, "Even if my son turns out to be the worst piece of shit ever, even worst than you, I would still love him and I would take full responsibility because whatever he becomes, it's on me. On us." I've only seen grown-up Timothy in that fucked up future. I don't really know how he would be in a loving, healthy household... but to be honest, I don't want to see it. It's still better if he's not in this world, with us fucking him up to begin with. This world doesn't need an asshole telepath. When we arrive to The Cage, we walk in to the main house first. "Birdie?" Elio shouts from t

As soon as we step inside of the house, I hear male laughter and shouting coming from the living room. I know it’s a common occurrence here and I’m not surprised, but Saint sighs in annoyance as we walk straight to the sound because there's no way around it if we want to go upstairs. "Hey, Boss," Jamie says before actually turning and realizing I'm here too, "Oh! Birdie? Hi." "Birdie, come play with us!" Silo demands and the rest of the guys follow suit. Angel is not playing currently, so he turns to us with a confused expression before getting up. "I'm not feeling great, guys. I'll go lay down," I lie with a very believable groan that Angel immediately doesn't believe. He rolls his eyes at me, "I promise we'll play tomorrow." "Alright, alright," Jamie murmurs, but he's clearly a bit suspicious, "But, are you having a sleepover with Saint or...?" "Yep," I respond. Just that. "We're together. In a relationship," Saint says, just like that. He shocks absolutely everyone here, esp

"Okay. We're staying here every night," I respond, throwing my head back so he can continue kissing down my collarbone, then my chest, "Then we'll get our own house. A big one, so Timmy can run around all he wants." Saint stops his kisses and lifts his head to look into my eyes again. He looks excited. "Bunny. You always call him Bunny, I call him Timmy more," he lets me know and for some reason my stomach melts, already in love with a kid I don't know. A kid who doesn't even exist yet, "He is a rocket. So full of energy.” "Really?" I laugh, relaxing against the pillow, "Tell me more about him. Is he chubby and cute? Does he have Bunny teeth?" "Yeah," Saint laughs, settling better in top of me, without dropping his whole weight so I can continue breathing, "He was born with his front teeth, so we call him bunny for that. And as he grows up, they're still bigger than the other ones so he keeps looking like a bunny. He has lighter hair than both of us, probably because your cousin d