All Chapters of The Alpha's Little Red: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ScarletThat Night, I didn't sleep. I couldn't. There was no way I could close my eyes to sleep knowing full well that my one-month prescription was down the toilet drain. I hated how weak I was. I hated that I didn't do anything to fight him off.I just stood there and waited till he flushed the entire drug down the toilet.Whatever was going through my father's head was something I couldn't quite understand and something I'll never bother to understand.I had better things to worry about. When I woke up that morning, it felt as though I'd been hit by a train. My body was on fire, and I could barely move my legs.I had a class to teach. I had a promise to keep. I had a daughter to save. The earlier I give those demons what they want, the faster I get out of this hellhole of a pack. 'Until then, Scarlet, you have to endure,' I muttered to myself as I got ready for my first class. I got downstairs just in time to see my father setting the table for breakfast. Why does he bother to

Scarlet's POVI must have been seven or maybe eight when I witnessed my sister getting dragged out of the house like a criminal.She couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen.I didn’t understand what was happening back then, but that night, when I asked my mother about her, she told me to forget she ever existed.Her name was Anna. I called her Belle even though her name wasn't Annabelle; her name was just Anna.She wasn’t as plain as her name. She was stubborn, proud, and unafraid to question anything, even the Alpha who was Ryker’s father. Many people in the pack didn’t like her for that.To me, though, she was a role model. She fought to be by my side every single day. My mother once called her a bad influence, but that didn't stop my sister from sneaking into my room at night, grinning as she showed me videos of her adventures on her phone.Those videos were never anything terrible; they were just clips of her with humans, laughing at a bowling alley, dancing in the street,

Scarlet“Why were you interested in the Rosehill mansion?” Jake asked as he drove me to school two days later. Yesterday, I decided to stay home while Jake went to the school to let the principal know I’d had a minor accident and couldn’t teach my classes. My broken arm was healed, thanks to my wolf, who decided to heal me within a day and not take months as usual. “I heard the name and I got curious about it,” I told him. “That place had been haunted ever since, until recently when the devil in a black suit moved back and he'd been staying there with his entourage of demons,” He said, referring to Roman and his men. I smiled. Almost everyone in the pack had one or two things to say about Roman and his men, but only a few could voice their feelings. “Ahh, I didn't know you were so poetic,” I complimented. He turned to me and smirked. “Trust me, I didn't know that either. I'm sure this poetic side of me was fully funded by hatred,”I laughed. “Hatred can make you do a lot of thi

ScarletThree days later, I decided to make a move. One solid move that'll get me out of this place and get my daughter back to me safely.In exchange for my daughter, I'd promised those monsters that I'll get them the pack's territorial map. I never knew or understood their obsession with the pack. I was the one who walked into their trap, and I hated myself for getting my daughter involved.I hated myself for following Henry that night. If I had known, I would've stayed back at home like he wanted.The reason why I had to find a job was that I needed an ID that would give me access to most facilities in the pack. Two days after I got the job, I received my ID card.Today, I would be making my first move. After classes, I packed up my bag, ready to go to the library. No one would suspect anything because it wouldn't be weird to find a teacher in a library. “See you tomorrow, Miss Greene,”Two of my students chorused.I nodded awkwardly, knowing fully well there was a possibility tha

ScarletThe path to the Rosehill Mansion was familiar, but I couldn't be bothered about that. I grew up in the pack; even though I'd forgotten about the Rosehill mansion, my heart never forgot. I could still see the crowd that had gathered in front of the mansion for days after Roman's father and sister were murdered. I never forgot the look on people's faces. Was it pity, or was it disbelief? Finding out that Roman was living there despite what had happened was unbelievable. What was he trying to do? Prove the people right that he had murdered his family in that house?The moment I arrived at the front of the gate, I stopped. My feet became frozen. I couldn't announce my arrival. My hands trembled every time I tried to press the bell. I'd waited for hours before deciding to actually come here. I wanted to change my mind, but I knew I had no choice. I had to be there. My eyes bounced between the letter of assignment in my hand and the gate. Shit!Fuck!Damn!Perhaps I should t