Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Liam's Chosen Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

AMY'S POV I run out of her room amid her faint shouts for me to come back, but I couldn't stop running because my legs wouldn't stop taking me far away from where my life just disappeared right before my eyes. Where I had just found out that my whole life had been a lie. When I entered the elevator, I couldn't look at my own face in the reflective surface. I was afraid that the tears would fall before I could get to a place where I could compose myself. Luckily, I made it out of the elevator, but it was a different situation down on the ground floor. An overhead speaker was dispatching doctors to my mother's room. It was a code red. I got out of the way to make way for the doctors, but in my mind, I knew they would be unable to save her. I bet it was with her last breath that she asked for forgiveness and shattered my childhood, as fucked up as it was, as I knew it. She was gone, I could tell, and I wished that I could say it didn't affect me in the least. I couldn't exactly put

AMY'S POV The last week went by in a blur. I was caught between the desire to do as my husband suggested, which was to get to know my real family, and the urge to not have anything to do with them. That urge didn't just come out of the blue. It came from the feeling of not being adequate. I wasn't sure I wanted to know if they still wanted me or not. Or if they ever did. According to Susan, she kidnapped me from my biological parents, Clare, her good friend, and Raymond, the then heir to the Brenson's empire. My mother decided to steal me away because she was blinded by jealousy and rage after Raymond fell in love with my mother, Clare. Her story was that Clare purposely went after Raymond because she did. I didn't believe one word of her story. If anything, it was the other way round. How could she sleep at night knowing she had separated a mother from her child? Especially when the friend was a good friend of hers? In my head, I had made up countless scenarios as to why t

AMY'S POV "I should have allowed the guard to follow us directly." I mumbled to myself again for what was probably the thousandth time in the last hour. Now, one would be wondering why I was mumbling to myself like a madwoman. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I tried to keep my mumbling to a minimum because of Mavin, who was also in the car with me. He was focused on his iPad and was trying to solve a puzzle on it. The last thing I needed was to make him look up from his game or, worse, get him to start panicking about the situation we were in, which was that a black sedan had been trailing us since the moment we left his school. Of all the days I chose to drive him myself, my bad luck had to choose the one where we got tailed. I glanced at the rearview mirror. Again. If he wasn't so focused on his game, he would have noticed my action. The black sedan was still there. Amateur that I was, I didn't notice the tail until we got to the ice cream place, keeping a steady distanc

THIRD PERSON'S POV Over the past four weeks in Amy's life, a lot has happened. First, she found out her whole childhood was a smokescreen and that the people she thought were her family were far from it. They weren't family at all. She still firmly held on to the belief that her uncle didn't know about her k*dnapping, but the truth was, he knew about it. In fact, it was the main reason he treated her well. He was overcompensating for his sister's evil deed. There was no way he was ever going to report his sister. He loved her too much, and this was also what Susan banked on when she called him for help. She knew she would never say no to her. He had her relocate to his place, and being the clever man that he was, he was the one that did the cover-up. He was the reason all the resources that her family used to find her were in vain. He hid the little girl in plain sight, in a place where no one would think of ever looking. Even if they did, the smokescreen he put in place would hold

AMY'S POV Liam didn't say a word of argument, only told me that he would have everything arranged and he would tell me when it was all arranged. I was nervous and scared, so I used that moment to spend as much time as I could with Mavin. It was understood that he was not going to follow us on this trip. A week later, all was set, and we were prepared to go. We flew in his private jet, which made it more pleasant. The Brenson Mansion was larger than the pictures suggested. Actually, everything about the north seemed different from the pictures and what I had imagined in my head. The pictures didn't do enough justice to how beautiful this place was. There was a reason people from all over the world chose this continent as the place to vacation. There were too many sights to behold. The air was clean, and the people seemed more friendly. The brain was truly one of, if not, the most trickiest things of all time because I could swear that the moment our plane landed and we got into