Semua Bab Alpha’s Unwanted Mate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Saint mumbles something else, but I don't even try to get what it was, I just walk to my own seat behind Sammy and Angel, who are currently making out. But that kiss actually looks really hot, so I stay here and try not to look back or not to care about this overwhelming need to make sure Saint is okay. Who cares if he's okay or not? He's a total psychopath who acts like a different person when he's horny and hates his mother. I need to stay far away from him and I’ll be alright. Because right now, I’m not alright. I haven’t been alright all day. I can’t stop thinking about Saint and how much I hate him, but also… all of those things he did last night. I still feel him inside of me. My nipples are still tender and my neck is still marked by him, I swear I almost feel it burning, his hickey. Because even if it feels like a hallucination, it actually happened. He actually fucked me last night, he made me feel more than anyone I’ve been with before. And he could be doin

"Elio, did you know our sons are... involved?" Rose asks anyway, not giving a shit about Saint's warning. This time he looks like he’s actually going to pounce and eat her face off so I grab his bicep to stop him… then I get distracted for one second about the fact that I can't wrap my hand around even half of it because it's so big. So big and hard. But then I return my eyes to my dad because he doesn’t look surprised in the slightest. I know I don’t have much to worry about with him, he doesn’t give a shit about gay people, but I still get a little nervous. "Well, I mean..." my dad drags it out and that distracts me from how Saint is shaking his arm trying to get me to let go of him, "I didn’t exactly know, but it’s not really a shock." "Why not?" I ask. "We're nothing!" Saint exclaims at the same time, shoulders up to his ears and panic oozing out of him. Dear god, he's so unnecessarily scared of this shit, "Nothing. I swear." My dad crosses his arms and gives him a piss

"Okay, stop it with that," I growl, crossing my arms just like him, "Fine, you clearly want me to do that, so I might... if you answer a few of my questions right now." "Sure," Saint rolls his eyes, "What do you want to know now?" "There's clearly something else you're not saying about your cult... Akino, right? That's how you called it? I'm sensing there's more to it," I start, he shakes his head like there isn’t, "There is, though. you're all so weird and secretive." "I swear, there's nothing else, just a bunch of religious rules and traditions you wouldn't understand. They're not important either," he says. I'm not sure I'm buying that. "Fine," I mutter, deciding to drop it for the moment, "How did your mom figure us out so easily? We were literally just standing there together and she suddenly knew?" He looks away for a second. Trying to find a lie. Because he is the biggest fucking liar ever. "Just be honest," I growl, making him turn to me again, "Tell me something

"Good run?" Some guy whose name I don't remember asks when they see me returning to The Cage. I just give him a thumbs up and continue walking to the security house. "Hey, guys... where's my cousin?" I ask and sit down on the couch next to Silo as they're playing video games. "He's staying in the main house today, Birdie gave him a guest room. I saw him," Angel says as he plays, but then Jamie kills him and Silo takes his place. Angel comes to my side, "He's like a kicked puppy, he thinks you're mad at him." "I am mad at him. He didn't tell me my mom was planning to come here," I complain. Brody said 'he thought I would see it in the future' but he also heard me talking about how I was avoiding looking at it, so he should've just told me anyway, "Don't worry about him." Angel sighs and gives me one of his very cutting disappointed looks, but says nothing else. That's the same way he looks at me whenever Birdie gets mentioned, like he has a lot of things to say but keeps them i

“It felt nice to go on that trip. I’ve wanted to be friends with Birdie for a while, I knew we would get along but I wasn’t expecting to feel so… protective of him,” she starts, then turns those angry eyes onto me, “I don’t like the way you treat him. I think you should either man-up and accept you like him or leave him alone. You’re toxic.” “Me?! I’m not toxic, he is!” I fight, but then I realize Birdie is not exactly toxic yet because we’re not together yet, “I mean, he would be toxic if we were… together. I’m just…” “Making sure you’re never together? Yeah, you’re doing a great work,” she scoffs, “He decided to go back to Dolly. And look, she’s not the worst… but I don’t like her. When they were together, Birdie obsessed over her and ignored everything else. And she loves that obsession. It’s not healthy. But when I tried to tell him you’re a better option, I actually just shut up because even though you’ve been nice to me, you’re nothing but an asshole to him, so… I think it’s b