Semua Bab Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Bab 121 - Bab 130

When we sit down at the fancy table with huge chairs, I get annoyed at how Eros is sitting so far away from me. That's when I realize I might be falling a little too hard into this relationship thing. I didn't think I would, but I'm getting too comfortable being obsessed with someone else. It's annoying, but it won't be forever, so I might as well feed my wolf good before ruining his fun, right? I grab Eros' chair and pull it as close to mine as possible, making way more noise than I was intending to. "What the hell are you doing, man?" Angel asks with a laugh, but I think everyone is wondering the same thing because all eyes are on me, "I really can't believe my eyes." "Shh! Let them be," Sammy growls and throws a piece of lime to him, "Why don't you pull me closer, huh? Instead of making fun of the only romantic man in here." "You, romantic? Yeah, right," Eros lets out a little laugh and gives me a complicit little smirk I want to kiss, but Angel's grunting distracts me

{ Eros } I think last night was a weird fever-dream or a drug-induced trip. I wake up in Saint's arms feeling like I got fucked by a truck, unable to completely recall what happened. It was really good, that's all I can remember, but I really did feel high when we started fucking. And when his dick grew to the size of two? That's when I just lost it a little bit. I thought he would split me in two and I would die right in his arms, but it was more enjoyable than I ever thought possible. I felt like he was deeper than ever. And I kind of wanted him to stay there for even longer. All night. Maybe I can ask for that another time. The ringing of Saint's phone right next to our face makes both of us scramble and get up immediately so we can get rid of the noise. Saint is the one who grabs the thing and punches it to stop. "What?" he barks into the phone with a groggy voice. Then, a second later, his eyes get really wide, "Sorry, Sir, I didn't see it was you. What's up?" My dad

I look dashing tonight. This is the first time I'm allowed in a place like this, so I went all out. I'm wearing matching suits with Saint. We went out two days ago and both decided to get Tom Ford suits, except he bought a bougie red tie and I went for a bow tie. Because, why not? Where else am I going to wear a bow tie to? Getting dressed for the event with Saint was a cool experience too. I felt extremely married as we dressed up at the same time, then as he asked me for advice on how to do his hair. I even helped him with the pomade to make it stay. He put on his outrageous diamond watch and I’m wearing my bracelet. It feels like a statement. That we belong to one another. Of course I feel nervous as hell walking inside the ballroom with the most influential people in the state. My dad is wearing a dark green suit and everyone turns and stares at him as soon as we arrive to the function. "This is exciting," Sammy whispers and squeezes my hand. She's rocking new hair

"Dylan, buddy… your dad is waiting for you back home. Don't make me kill him out of empathy after I'm done with you," Saint responds and I just make a grimace, knowing this will piss him off even more. Dylan might hate his dad, but it's definitely a 'only I can hate him' type of thing. Saint shouldn't mess with that. He's going to get himself shot in the fucking face. God, I want to be useful right now. I want to save him, so I move a little more than I should, dragging Dylan's attention back to me. His dark eyes are so intense… but in a bad way. Right now, they feel void. Void and dark and sad. "I'm so sorry, Dylan. Saint is sorry too," I blurt out and put my hands in a praying position, "Let's just calm down, please? I don't want anything bad to happen right now. There’s no need to have something bad happening, right?” Saint turns his head to me very slowly with so much anger in there, I can feel it in my bones. "Shut him up! Just kill each other already!" some old guy yell

{ Eros } I can't stop looking at him. Saint. As we leave the fucking ballroom and we get in the van and as we get down of the van in the hospital to stay with Angel. "See you at home, my birdie boy," dad says, he's super drunk so he grabs my face and kisses my forehead. A few times. He feels super relieved I’m alive and I get it. I feel the same, "I love you more than life itself, son." "I love you more than life itself too, dad. See you at home," I squeeze his arm before walking out with both Saint and Angel, just the three of us. Just three normal guys who were in a totally normal party and nothing else. "Can you call Sammy, Eros? Let her know I'll be here?" Angel asks me. He sounds out of it, probably because his head has been leaking blood for almost forty minutes. "I already texted her, bud. She's on her way," I say to him as Saint talks to the lady at the front desk. A couple minutes later, she stands up and when she comes back, she's with a nurse who's pushing a whe