Lahat ng Kabanata ng The New Alpha Wants Me: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

His footsteps follow behind, fast and loud, until his hand clasps around my forearm, halting me before I can reach for the car's door.“This is what's become a wall between us. We never talked about it, but now, we must talk,” he insists.“There's absolutely nothing for you to say that I don't already know, and I have nothing to ask of you, so let's not start something we both know the answers to” I shrug my arm off his grip.“And what is that you think I'll say?” He asks, turning me to face him.My gaze hardens, the silence between us stretches, but he refuses to move.“You won't move?” I ask in a low snarl.He just tilts his head.“Fine. You want to hear it from my mouth? Perhaps it's going to satisfy you, so here you go. I know I'm a big disappointment to you. A failure. A loser you refuse to look at. I know a mere sight of me fills you with rage!” I snap,“I know you blame me for Aljendro's death, and trust me, if I could go back in time and change everything. I would. Fuck! I wis

Sofia Vez The motel room smells like whiskey and fruit-like fragrance, a little too strong, that stirs discomfort low in my guts. The air is thick, suffocating even as I lie still in the bed, very aware of my mother's restless figure tossing and turning beside me. She is asleep yet very much fighting the demons. The ceiling fan is spinning so slowly, drawing the creaking sound I can't seem to ignore. I've been lying too still in the bed, waiting for hours to make sure both my parents are fully asleep. I quietly get up, glance at my father, who has made himself comfortable on the single couch in the corner. The small sound of his snores wafts in the room, and I take it as a cue to slip out of the bed and put on my shoes. They don't know I'm slipping out. They forbade me to go out, talk to Carlos or anyone, but I had called him from the phone at the reception earlier when I had the chance. I was worried about his reaction, but all he asked was if I was hurt. He cares for me deeply,

CARLOS A dull ache in the back of my head makes me groan softly. I move around, opening my eyes to find myself in bed. Not mine, but familiar. The memories come back to me in fragments. The phone call from Sofia. Me going to leave the Pack. Confiding Dad and then… My breath hitches in realisation. He had drugged me to stop me from leaving. The betrayal rushes an intense surge of rage through me. I throw the blanket off me and sit upright, but the throb in my head forces me to stop and inhale a deep breath to clear my vision better. “Ughh, I don't have time for this,” I groan, forcing my limbs to move. Pain is the least of my worries now. I don't know how long I was out. Sofia could be hurt, hunted or worse… I shake my head, shoving down the negative thoughts as I slip out of the room, storming down the corridor and ignoring all the curious eyes of guards who look almost on high alert. I stop by one, “Where's Marcel?” I demand harshly. “In the gymnasium,” He answers without m

CARLOS The four walls of this very study room I once had Sofia against me, have become the very thing keeping me from insanity for now. The dim light from the lamp cascading a soft glow on the desk is the only source of light amidst the darkness that's clawing up the room and my hopes. It's been over two weeks. I have tried my best, searching for her nonstop to the point I fainted from exhaustion, but nothing led me to her. I sit there, elbows resting on the desk, hands tangled in my hair. Defeat is threatening to crush me down with bitter reality as the silence in the room mocks my failed attempts. I didn't sleep properly once. I couldn't, not knowing if she even made it alive after taking the silver wound. I desperately hope that she did, but in the past two weeks, there hasn't been a single rumor about her wolf, which is alarming. What if she didn't make it? I release a shaky breath and sit back, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands until my vision blurs and my eyes i

SOFIA: For a moment, I can't process anything. Is it really Carlos before me? I can merely shake the delusion away when his scent hits me, then within a blink, he is too close, wrapping his arms around me and lifting my feet off the ground. Every emotion I've been bottling since I accepted the reality without him just explodes in waves. Goddess, he is here, and it's real. My arms instinctively move to wrap around his shoulders. “Sofia,” the vulnerability in his voice sends a pang of sting in my chest as he buries his face in my neck. I don't know how he got here. I don't care other than the fact that he is here. As I relish in his embrace, his shoulders shake slightly, trembling fingers curling around my clothes as he tightens his hold. “I'm so sorry, Sofia. I'm so fucking sorry I let you down,” he says as he slowly pulls his head away to look at me and puts me down gently to my feet. He looks like he's been through hell trying to get to me. “Carlos, how did you…?” My words t