All Chapters of Fated To The Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RIONA'S POVI made to stretch of my sleep, when the heat from a calloused hands keeping me in place, holding me back. My heart thumped violently against my ribcage, as I tried to wriggle out of his grip. I held my breath, close to the brink of freedom when he pulled me right back into his bosom. Gosh! How did I end up on the same bed with Alpha Theron? Snippets of last night cake flooding in, and my head was full as if it was going to explode. I wiped a frustrated hand over my forehead carefully, so I wouldn't wake him from his sleep. Slowly, I lifted his hands and carefully placed them against him. Phew! I heaved a sigh of relief, as I skitted to the edge of the bed. A strange sensation clouded me, as I swallowed the lump in my throat. It fizzled out, leaving my body feeling light. Almost like my bones couldn't carry me much longer. Alpha Theron splashed fast asleep on my bed like a dream. The slow rise and fall of the perfectly honed muscles on his chest. His lash fringed over h

RIONA'S POV I stared blankly at my plate of breakfast. The aroma from the peppered sausage filled my nose, and my stomach rumbled in response. My mouth salivated with an urgent need to devour the meal in front of me. “You could always have another round if you want,” Alpha Theron said from across the table. His intense eyes take in every movement. I gave him a stiff shrug. A thousand words floated around me, and rested at the tip of my tongue. “Thanks,” Was all I could bring myself to say. He reached for his cup of coffee, and took a sip. I took one bite at the sausage, and the spicy taste filled my mouth. I can't remember the last time I had something this nice. I didn't need to lock gaze with him to know his eyes were burning deep holes in my head. My hand shot out to reach for the bowl of grapes, at the same time his hands landed on them. I stilled as his cold calloused hand brushed against mine. It was then I shifted my gaze to meet his. There was something about the way he

THERON'S POV Riona's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “Wh-wh-what—” she stuttered as her voice trailed off. I pulled at a strand of her hair, and she shoved my hands aside. I grunted in sheer disapproval. If there was something I loathed, that would be blatant protest. Especially from a female that was at loss for her own identity. Anger ripped through my spine. I was equal parts infuriated, and equal parts fascinated. Fascinated at her courage to sneak into my study unnoticed. How'd she bypass the warriors to start with? How'd she get her hands on the journal? Did she have someone telling her about her identity? So many questions rummaged through me. I swear by the moon goddess, I was going to find the culprit if there was anyone feeding her some sensitive information. “Can I go now?” She spat, when she finally found her tongue. Surprise flickered through my core, but I pushed it to the farthest back of my mind, and locked it off. “Riona, you have no say in this pack house—

THERON'S POV Anger simmered in my veins, as I waited for her in my office. First, I harbour her in and hold myself back from acting on my emotions. And now what? She calls the shot? I tapped my fingers angrily against the table. My eyes fixed solely on the wall clock as it ticked. Two more minutes. Two more minutes, until I lose it all on her. Suddenly, a shrill knock sounded against the door. I stiffened on my chair, and rested my back against the headrest. I waited. The door pushed open, and she walked in. I rubbed my hand against the bridge of my nose. Her sensual scent ripped through my core, leaving a whirlwind of tornadoes swirling through my core. My hands curled into a fist. “Where have you been?” My words were calm, if her gaze wasn't boring a deep hole in my chest, she might miss the outburst that was about to erupt. No response. I stomped my hands against the table, rounded it and walked up to her. “I just asked you a goddamn question!” My tone seethed with defiance.

THERON'S POV I was a jerk. A total jerk for first being a bully to my fated now. And even worse one for kissing her, at her vulnerable state. Fuck me for that. But, the streak of guilt fizzled out just before it had the opportunity to blossom. At first, she'd been out of breath, but I couldn't let myself get away from her. Some minutes later, I dragged my lips away from her, much to my chagrin. Something wweird blossomed in my chest, in a way that appealed a nerve in me, I thought no one could ever reach. The bottom of Ella's lips trembled, her chest heaved up and down like she wasn't used to this. I reached for her hair, sleek with sweat and tugged it behind her ears. Her cheeks were flushed. “I'm—” my voice faltered mid-sentence, when I figured I would mess everything up if I said I didn't feel bad for kissing her. My wolf stirred inside of me, excited and giddy. The mate bond might be broken, but he still wanted her. No, he needed her and he needed her badly. Ella snapped he