Semua Bab Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Saint takes me all the way back to the yacht on his shoulder. "Aw, that’s cute," Brody murmurs as we walk past him. I can't look at Saint’s face, but I can perfectly picture the rabid-dog look he just gave his cousin, "Heh... Sorry." "Shut the fuck up and get in before I leave you here," he growls, making my body vibrate along with his. Oh. I have never been carried by a man—I mean, other than him on past occasions, but I just realized I really like it. It feels like he's not struggling at all, like he could continue walking miles with me, holding onto my legs so I feel secure and making my body vibrate with his rabid-dog growling. Sadly, he puts me down as soon as we're inside the yacht and then quickly walks to the captain while I try to regain my footing. When I turn to my friends, they're smiling like they think that was romantic somehow. "He's totally into you, Birdie. That was like watching a movie," Sammy says, making Angel nod with a sly smile. He turns to check

"So... uhm, do you think I should go fuck a Mexican guy instead of Saint?” I ask Alex. "Why not? If you want to check if you like sex with guys or not, go have sex with guys. Over all, I want you to enjoy this trip. I want you to live in the moment, meet new people, do new things, really enjoy everything you don't get to enjoy back home. Forget about Saint, don't let him consume your thoughts right now." "You're SO right, I haven't even enjoyed this gorgeous place because of his bullshit," I say and look around again, "The sun is fucking insane, though. I read we have like five more years to save the earth, do you think we can pull that off?" I get up and walk back to the main deck, smiling at everyone as I take my seat again. "No, actually. I think we're fucked," Alex responds, making me laugh, "So have fun while you still can. And bring me some souvenirs, my wife hates the beach, so I don't think I'll ever be there." "That's a shame, Karolyn must look insanely hot in a bi

"Here you go!" The bartender yells over the music a little bit later. Eros turns again and asks how much it is, but the kid extends his hand to me, "Seven hundred pesos. Or thirty seven dollars, we accept both, but tops have to pay.” I ignore his stupid smile and Eros’ dumb laugh. I don’t even want to ask what that means, I just pull my wallet out and pay for the drinks as Eros grabs them, then I turn around to walk in front of him this time. Now I need to get away from him even more, before he gets any more ideas for tonight. Because the probabilities of us ending up together just doubled somehow. And I just have to accept it, because the simple thought of him selecting another man tonight so he can get fucked is making my hands shake with rage. I want to yell and punch something just at the thought of another man touching him. This is fucking unfair in a lot of ways and it’s making my heartbeat race, but not in a good way. More like, in a panic attack kind of way. Because I

"Why does it feel like you don't really want me to go, though?" Eros asks, his voice dropping. He takes a couple steps until I feel him right behind me and puts a hand on my back. His touch fucking burns and makes the fight inside of me even harder, "Saint, turn around." I don’t have to do anything he says, so I stay right there waiting for a miracle, like him magically disappearing from this bathroom. And my life. "I said turn!" He repeats with a growl and then I feel something that makes me actually turn to him in a rage. He fucking slapped my ass. So hard, it still stings as I grab his neck and make him walk backwards, "Hey, hey, don't forget who I am... you can't hurt me."I hate that he’s right. "I could break your fucking neck right now," I growl anyway. Now I have him against the wall but I’m seething because this fucker isn't scared of me, not even a little bit, "Nobody would find out. I could kill you and leave you to rot in here." "I think you would fuck my dead body

I don't know how much longer we stay in this hellhole, but at some point Saint finally decides to stop torturing me. "We're leaving," he says right in my ear, "Behave, Birdie." Ugh. Turns out, we can't walk like a merged person, so he gets in front of me and leads the way while I hang onto his shirt and allow him to. "You drive," Saint says to someone and pulls his keys out of his pocket. "But I've been drinking..." Brody murmurs, unsure, "You think it'll be okay? No accidents?" "You think I'd risk it?" Saint scoffs in an annoyed tone, "Of course it'll be okay, idiot. Don’t question me.” "He doesn’t like being questioned. Just believe him," Angel lets out with a dumb, very drunk, laugh, "I just want to get there, so let's go." "Yeah, me too," Sammy says and winks at me before slipping inside the backseat right after Angel. Saint is the next one to get in and just when I think he'll shut the door and leave me out, he grabs my hand and forces me to get inside too. And sit sidewa