All Chapters of Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sliding door is open, so he just walks right in. "Stop being tense, Eros,” he says, like he can read my mind or something. I’m just confused. "You were drunk too," I mention, because this is definitely Saint, "Why are you doing this?" "I'm never drunk for too long," he casually mentions, reaching the stairs, "And I'm doing this because it's my job to make sure you're safe and sound in your bed." "I don't think that's in the job description for the HS," I murmur, still unable to believe he's carrying my 215 pounds up the stairs so easily, drunk and in the dark. "Not as the HS, that's not the job I meant," he responds, confusing me more, "I meant my most important job, as your mate." "My mate?" I laugh, way too comfortable as another man carries my big ass upstairs. I should just do this myself, "I thought they only said that in Europe. And I didn't think you wanted to be my friend at all. You're so weird." "Sure, Birdie," he murmurs and then he legit carries all of my

We stay there with Elio's old friends for two more hours until my boss is drunk, then we start our way back to The Cage. When I drop Elio off at the main house, my wolf starts pushing inside my mind for something. He wants to see Eros, at least for a little while. "No," I mutter out loud, fighting him and continuing to drive the SUV to the shared garage. I wait until every other security guy is gone before walking out and growling, having an inside battle with myself, "Tomorrow. I promise.” "Why are you talking to yourself?" Someone asks, his voice echoing through the garage and I jump, turning to the voice. It's Eros, but where the fuck is he? I look around the garage, forcing my eyes to focus under the pitch dark and I find him sitting inside a car on the furthest corner. "What the fuck are you doing here? In absolute dark?" I demand, walking to him. When I'm closer I realize he's smoking a joint. Weed, "Explain this." "Explain what? I'm chilling," he says, as is it's

As I get out of the office I walk past Sammy, who’s carrying a bag with the food we asked for, but I ignore her when she asks if I’m alright because I’m clearly not. And if I try to say anything, I’m going to breakdown. I take the elevator and cover my face to get myself together, then I just walk to the front door ignoring all the people looking at me. The security guys step up as soon as they see me. They want to stop me from walking out because that's their job. To keep me a fucking good for nothing, weak pussy boy who can't do shit. "I need a cigarette, just fuck off for a second," I snap at them, looking around for my two main guys, but they're not amongst these guards. They’re training. "Stay close to him," one of the guards orders and then he calls the others so they can extend and guard the perimeter even further than before, because weak ass little Birdie is here. "Fuck this shit," I murmur, walking to the sidewalk and pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket. I grab

I run straight to the gym on the second floor where my guys are training. "Angel!" I shout. My Beta in here drops the barbell he was deadlifting in that same second and turns to my voice, ready for anything. "Birdie ran away from the building. He literally ran," I start and watch his face fall in horror. Everyone else stops what they were doing too, "I need all of you patrolling around, looking for him. I'll be running, trying to put myself in his head and figure out where he could've gone." "Boss, I should do that," Angel says. Silo nods backing him up, "I know him better. Silo too.” "No. This is my call, I will go," I state and then look around, everyone has heard and is ready. I take one of the closed communication radios because it's protocol. I hook the radio into my pants and the headphone on my ear, "He could be anywhere, eating, shopping or just walking... take some of the building guards with you. I need to get going. Don't fuck this up." I run out after a quick conf

"Birdie, I'm back," I say, walking through all the bodies to get to him. He's completely drenched in blood and pieces of flesh. And he doesn't immediately move when I reach him, "Birdie boy, it's me. You're safe now." "I'm up to seven fucking hundred!" He snaps, lifting his head to me, "You said three hundred!" "I'm sorry, there were more people than I thought," I respond, grabbing his arm and pulling him up, "Come on, your dad is on the way. We need to get you cleaned up." "I thought you died for real this time," he growls out as if he's angry, but I know he's just scared. So when he manages to get up with his whole body shaking, I pull him to me so I can hug him, almost fusing our bodies together. The second his face is on my shoulder, he starts sobbing hard. I won't lie, I one hundred understand his break down. I lack a lot of morals and I don't think humans are much more than a plague to the planet so I don't give too much of a shit about them dying, but even I can admit