All Chapters of Fated To The Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THERON'S POV “Are you going to remain standing with your back turned to face me?” Father's voice seethed with pain. My lips pursed. “Why'd you do it?” I questioned, ignoring his request. “Do what?” I turned to face him, my eyes narrowed with fury. “You know exactly what I'm talking about.” “You were there, you saw his everything played out—”“Stop with the pretense, father! If you didn't give them your approval they wouldn't go ahead with it in the first place,” the veins in my hand budged with each word I spoke. He removed his glasses, and placed them on the hard glass table. “Rylan, the people of Oakville pack, can't trust their life and security in the hands of someone who is fleeting.” “I am not a fleeting Lycan King—”“Then quit your hockey career, and face something more reasonably for once. What has come over you?” He asked. “We went with the best option for our pack, deal with it.” I scoffed. “So I'm not good enough?” “You have to prove it.” His tone was emotionless.

AMARA'S POV “This is the lobby which leads to the Alpha's territory,” one of the gamma said, as he pointed at an open space. I nodded, and didn't say a single word. It's been a few weeks since I came to the Silverfang pack. My injuries had healed completely. And, my wolf Elara was more than stable, strong even. Alpha Theron had lessen my home imprisonment. Now, I could take long walks through the pack. Whilst fighting Elara from coming to the surface. “We should go outside ma'am,” the man said in a polite tone. I gave him a wary smile. “Oh yeah. We totally should,” I paused. My heart heavy with unspoken words. He led the way, as we passed through Alpha Theron's chambers. I strained my ears, hoping to pick the strangest sound. But the thick aluminum door, muffled out the voice. I'd picked the scent of the Beta from my pack. My mind raced with a thousand questions. What does he want? Why was he here in the first place. My throat itched with an urgent need to query the warrior, bu

RIONA'S POV My identity still remained a mystery. Also the mate bond between I and Alpha Theron. Each passing day, the tension between us doubled, heck tripled. His presence lingered everywhere around me. I caught myself daydreaming about him— which I loathed with my entire existence. After all, I was enemy to him. The lips between my legs trickled with warmth at the sensuality of his scent. Elara was even more tense around him. Every minute, she struggled to keep her paws away from him. She yearned for his touch. Some nights while he bed, when he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me closer to him. She whimpers in readiness for him to consummate the bond. As much as it was awkward for me to admit. Lately, I was starting to see Alpha Theron in another light. His pack members feared him. His judgement was brash. I hated him for acting like he didn't give a flip— more often than not, he didn't. But his eyes, the language it spoke was enough to tell me there was a barricade he b

THERON'S POV This second, I get lost in the swing of emotions. In a swing of an eye, I snap out and irritation prickles through my veins. Ugh! I hated dealing with weird intense emotions. They killed me, ripped me apart. It was already enough that Vuk struggled to dig his fangs into her skin and mark her his, each time we set eyes on her. I took the left staircase, and headed to my chambers. I had a brief meeting with the pack elders. I hated meetings. And it got worse since they started questioning my capability as an Alpha. Who the hell do they think they are! Riona's Alpha instincts were way stronger than I could imagine. There was more to her than she knew. She was the broad canvas with her pieces scattered all over the place. One piece held a different story from another piece. I was going to— “Theron!” A sultry feminine voice cut through my train of thoughts, and a low growl erupted from the corner of my lips. I stopped abruptly in my tracks, and turned to the direction o

RIONA'S POV My insides collapsed as Alpha Theron masculine scent swooshed out the last ounce of oxygen from my lungs. Everywhere spun around in a haze of polaroid, and I tightened my grip around him— technically, Alpha Theron's bulky physique prevented my arms from curling around him perfectly. This should've felt perfect. But a tiny feeling of nostalgia wrapped around me. Elara was all but calm. We remained in that position for what seemed to be like forever, when it actual sense, it lasted for ten minutes. Alpha Theron pulled away from the hug, and a strange feeling of disappointment engulfed me. “What was it you wanted to talk about?” He quipped. His voice, sleek and husky. I swallowed the lump that gathered my throat. A slight headache was starting to blossom at the base of my skull. “I-I-I–” I stopped when Elara stirred. She didn't seem like she was satisfied by the abrupt end of the contact between I and Theron Moretti. He—We were yet to consummate the bond between us. Conc