All Chapters of FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~KIRA~ Daddy's bunker smells like dust, damp concrete, and rusted metal. I can barely even remember the last time I came here, but I am sure it is over three years now. Even though this bunker is an abandoned place hidden underground and miles away from the Bloodhounds’ border, it is still the perfect place for this meeting. Isolated. Quiet. A place hidden underground without ever seeing the light of day. After settling down beside Dad on a chair made of steel, I cross my arms underneath my breasts and try to mask my disgust as I watch Ryker Lockhart sternly. The single bulb hanging above the table separating us from Ryker flickers every few seconds. Ryker’s rugged face has a deep, dreadful scar bifurcating across his left cheek. His mouth tilts at the corner, more of a sneer than a smile, and he is watching me. Assessing me the way a hunter sizes up a wounded animal before deciding whether to kill it or let it bleed out for sport. I hold his attention and lift my chin, refusing

~LAYLA~ I make it through the days that turn into a week without any run-in with Raelin. It is strange how silence can feel both louder and yet kind of comforting at the same time, but yeah, that is my current situation. Since that day I saw him with Kira seducing him like that, there has been a crack growing deeper and deeper inside my chest. Some days, I don't feel the pain, but on the days that I do, I find it hard to ignore and not lose myself in it. I haven’t sought him out. I tell myself it is because I am giving him the space he probably thinks I need, but the truth is I don’t want to talk to him. At least not yet. I am angry, but most important of all, I feel hurt. Somehow, I am grateful for the anger I feel because it keeps my painful sadness at bay sometimes. I just feel like even though I want to speak with him, I just think I can't bear to hear whatever explanation he might offer because I am not sure if I want it to be a misunderstanding or a painful truth. Today's m

~LAYLA~Minutes later, we arrive at the venue.Zuby parks the car in a spot where other flashy cars are parked in the lavish compound.We are here.Even from my sitting position at the front passenger seat of the car with my window winded down, I can feel the thumping beats of the party music. And it is exactly the kind of crazy tempo I need.We step out of the car. I instantly feel the pulse of the music vibrating beneath my feet as soon as my heels touch the ground. I look around and discover that lots of the party guests seem to be arriving just now like us.But the party is already going on.Maybe we are not even that late.Together, we begin making our way towards the entrance of the mansion, which according to Brie and Zuby, belongs to Elder Silas, whose daughter, Quincy, is the birthday celebrant.Yeah. They didn't feed me that information of Silas being Quincy's father on time. The same man that couldn't tolerate my guts during my trial.But hey, I am putting that behind me t

~LAYLA~I am angry. I am drunk. And I am going back to a place I did not expect to return so soon.The drive back to the packhouse is a silent one only disturbed by the music playing in the car, and Cal’s occasionally hums to the song. The roadlights are shining so bright and seem to be in such a hurry as they flash past us in fast blurs against the darkness of tonight. Cal’s hands grip the wheel a little too tight every now and then, his jaw flexing every time I catch him stealing quick glances at me.He hasn’t said much since we left the party, and I think it is not even necessary for him to engage me into any conversation right now because I am not in the mood. My head is throbbing slightly, and I feel fuzzy, but the feeling is not enough to knock me out yet.However, it is enough to make my thoughts so tangled with memories I want to forget, even if just for tonight. That fucking scene I witnessed days ago is still very much alive inside my head, and everything I am going through

~LAYLA~ I feel like lightning is sparking and racing throughout my veins all at once. This kiss is a wild collision of our tongues and teeth plus heat and anger that makes me feel like it is burning into my very soul. Raelin's hands tangle in my damp hair, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss even more, our tongues moving in delicious sync with our breaths mingling together. Every ounce of frustration, anger, and longing, pours into this kiss that is savage, desperate, and raw. My entire body feels like I am being consumed. I want more. Suddenly driven by a wild instinct, I bite and trap his bottom lip between my teeth before letting go of it. “Fuck,” he curses against my mouth, “Do that again.” I repeat the act, earning myself a groan of pleasure from him. Instantly, I love how his reaction makes me feel powerful. Bold and confident to ask and get whatever I want. And I want him. “Raelin,” I break the kiss momentarily as I whisper against his lips, “I want you.” “In w