All Chapters of Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Timmy! Get your fucking ass over here!" I yell in the future, looking at the new artwork he left in the wall of our bedroom, "RIGHT NOW!" "It wasn't me, dad. I swear to god," he lies, running to me. He has brown hair in a bowl cut and his bangs are getting super long again, almost hiding his blue eyes, "Oh… you mean that? Yeah, it was me. Cool, right?" "No, it's not fucking cool!" I yell and go grab him by the back of his neck to take him back to his room. I'm not being rough, but he starts crying immediately, "I'm going to make you paint over the wall. And I'm going to confiscate all your fucking markers. And you're going to stay inside your room forever." "Daddy! Help!" he yells and starts crying, "Ouch, this man is hurting me! He's hurting me! HELP!" "Yes, continue testing my patience," I growl, bringing him to his room. I instantly look around for his favorite things so I can take them away. But just a minute later I hear Birdie running to save his baby, "Don't even try, I

"So, you being a part of the military is a lie?" he asks, I shake my head because that's a main part of why I'm so good about killing and stuff, "So, is being in the military a requirement for the Alpha position?" "Exactly," I nod, glad I'm lying to a person that comes up with his own answers, "They think there's going to come a point where I'll have to protect all of them, so I have to be ready and capable. And of course, I am." "Oh, it makes sense why every man is so jacked, then. That's the beauty standard for the cult, everyone wants to look like the Alpha," he murmurs, almost to himself. He's smiling now, like he's excited I'm being so open. To be fair, I'm not even lying that much, I'm just omitting the most important part, "I'll be honest, I kinda get it. I'd join the cult, it sounds fun." "it's not a cult," I growl, "It's a community and it's all families. You wouldn't be able to join, you have be blood somehow." "Or marry into it, I'm guessing, unless you're all fuckin

"Get away from the door," I say, trying my best to keep it together because he said his peace and there's nothing I can respond to him and keep my dignity. All I can do now is move on and set my eyes someplace else. "I'm sorry, you just pushed me," he murmurs, taking his hands away from his face, "When I say stop, you have to stop." "No, Saint. When I say something, you have to do it," I correct him, "You're not the boss or the Alpha in here, I am." I can see the way he wants to growl again, his distaste over my words is fucking evident as all hell. Great, I love that. Now I know where to hit. Cult trauma. And luckily, that makes him move away from the door so I can walk out. This jet it's not huge and the walls aren't soundproof at all so the awkwardness in the air is more than palpable. I don't give a fuck, but I bet this is going to kill Saint. If he wanted to keep our situation in secret, he just ruined it by yelling at me in a homophobic rage that only proved how deep in

{ Saint } This whole trip is destined to fail and I can't believe I put myself in this situation because now I have nobody to blame, only me. Because I wanted to do something nice for once. That's the last fucking time I decide to not take the selfish route. Now, no matter what I do, there's chaos everywhere. I completely fucked up by exploding at Birdie on the jet, now he feels like he needs a rebound. From me. He's set on getting himself another man and I wish I could hand him off to someone else and just get rid of him completely, but... you guessed it, my wolf is not going to stand for it. Not even a little bit. I groan and rub my face as we wait for the food, wishing I could grab my brain and throw it all the way across the sea. "You want to walk off, talk about it?" Brody offers while the others are deep in another conversation. I shake my head, "Are you sure? Because I can tell you're getting agitated. And I can guess why." I don't have to talk about my feelin

I try my hardest to focus on the conversation with Rascall and be alert in case his goons try something, but now that I'm fully sober, I can't stop thinking about all the shit I just blurted out to Eros and how horribly that's going to play out for me. I guess I have to look into the future again, just to check how much I changed the timeline. "Elio knows it will take a while for me to try them out, right?" Rascall asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nod, “I always try a few different things to see what works better and I need to test it.” "Yes, of course. He's fine with you taking your time," I respond, passing on Elio's message, "He prefers a job well done, not a quick one." "Perfect," he says and stands up, so I do the same, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Saint. I'll be in touch with Elio once I'm back from Italy." "Right. Congratulations to your daughter," I mention, he gives me a genuine smile and shakes my hand, but as he's walking away with the samples, I get hit