All Chapters of Alpha Liam: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alaria:Every word that was being said about me and my daughter was now hitting me up like something that was bigger than anything that I could have anticipated.The fact that they were calling her bastard did not run through my veins. It did not swallow. I couldn't, even though I tried to ignore it, and I knew that this place was not safe for her.“Mom, are we going to go?”“Yes, baby, we're all we have to leave. It's time for us to go home. We've already extended our visit long enough here.” I said softly as I looked at Anastasia. Her eyes studied my expression for a few moments before she shook her head at me.“Why don't they like us here, Mama?” She asked, making my chest ache.“They don't understand us, let alone it's not that they don't like us, but sometimes when people don't understand you and they're afraid of your presence, they tend to say the wrong things.” I said gently as I got on my knees in front of her. “But don't worry now we're going to go back home, we're going to

Alaria:I ran my fingers through my daughter's hair as she slept.And though I tried to deny the clench that I felt, I tried to comfort her as best as I could. I couldn't now with everything that was going on. Not when I knew that things were just getting out of hand. Completely out of hand. And now, no matter how hard I was trying, I just couldn't get any control over them.“Are they going to hurt us, Mama?” Her question, though so innocent, has caught me so off guard that I did not even know how to answer. Because I wanted to. I wanted to tell her that she was safe. I wanted to tell her that no one was going to hurt her. But the fact, the reality, everything that was going around, it all just proved otherwise.But I knew one thing, Neither one of us could stay here for her safety. If she was going to be able to live her life as normally as I wanted her to, she was not going to be able to stay here. No one was going to be helping me sustain her here. And I knew that it was only a mat

Alaria:The door was heavy. The silence heavier.But to say that I was angry would be an understatement to how I was feeling.The guards posted outside barely glanced at me as they brought in the tray of food and left without a word. I glared at the untouched tray. Much like the others, I have been watching them bring them in and take them out. I refused to eat, I refused to allow them to think that they could weaken or break me.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my arms folded tightly across my chest.Until I heard it.Small fists banging on the door.“Mama! Mama! Let me see Mama!”My stomach dropped. My hands clenched into fists against my arms.“Please! I want to see my Mama!” Her little voice cracked, and my whole body went cold. “Open the door. Why won't you let me see Mama?”Then another voice, deep, calm, and hard, cut through her cries.“Enough, Anastasia,” Liam said. “Your mother… did something wrong. And now she has to deal with the consequence. Sometimes whe

Alaria:I didn’t stop holding her.I couldn't, especially after being deprived from her for the first time in my life. Especially since I found out what it was Not to have her around me, not to have her in my arms, not to sleep with her by my side. Not to know how she was, whether or not she was eating. I just couldn't let her go.Even after the door slammed shut behind him, even after his heavy footsteps faded down the corridor, I kept my arms wrapped tight around Anastasia as she cried into my chest. “They didn't want to bring me, Mama. I asked them. I told him I want you. I told them to go away. They did not go away.”Her little body trembled, her fists clinging to my dress like if she let go, she’d disappear too. As if she would wake up from a dream, more specifically into a nightmare that she did not want to be in.“I’m here,” I murmured into her curls. “Mama’s here. You’re safe now. Nothing’s going to hurt you. No one is going to take you from me. I promise you I'm not going to

Alaria:I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her as she colored.And for a few moments, I found myself wondering how I was going to talk about this. Because I knew that though she was a child, what she was doing was a reaction out of anger.Her little brow was furrowed, her tongue poking out slightly as she concentrated on the page. She was angry, I could tell. She always did that when she was upset, when she didn't want to face the world, when she was not ready to face the world. Even as a child, she was a lot more like me than I actually pictured.She didn’t notice me staring at first, or maybe she did and just didn’t care. She was at the age of choosing to ignore everything that was around her.But when I spoke, her little hand stilled.“Nasia,” I said softly.She looked up, her eyes round and guarded. “Yes, Mama?”I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing. “You can’t keep ignoring him like this,” I murmured. “You know that it's not very nice to ignore people, and it's