All Chapters of Chased By The Psychopathic Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ElenaWe are both are the riverbank. A few distance away from where my parents live. And the hair on my neck is standing, for some reason, I’m certain Ezekiel is not the cause. Yes, I am still shocked by his presence and the fact that he’s happy to see me, but then it feels as though someone is watching or someone can pop out from nowhere and catch us together. This is insane. I’m not cheating, Ezekiel is supposed to be my husband, and I should be grateful he has come to see me. “I’m sorry,” He mutters, and guilt gnaws more at my chest. I should be the one who’s sorry. Because of me, he lost it all, his pack, his family, his arm, he lost it all because of me yet he’s apologizing. I shake my head in disagreement, tears slipping down my cheeks uncontrollably. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pulled you into my own mess, you lost it all because of me, and I couldn’t save you.” He wraps his one arm around me, pulling me to his chest, and I realize how much I have forgotten about him,

Elena“Where are you taking me to?” This is not the pack house. I’ve never been here before. Mikhail continues to pull me, and I continue to struggle. Taking me to an isolated island, what in the world is he thinking? Does he plan to throw me into the ocean like the way he almost let me fall off that cliff that day? Will Mikhail do that? Try to kill me? My screams get louder when he picks me up like I weigh nothing and then throws me over his shoulder. “Are you crazy?! Let me down!” He doesn’t listen. He walks into the glass house, but I am unable to take in the surroundings as I struggle against his shoulder. Soon, my back hits a soft mattress. Too soft for my liking. How can a bed be this…floaty. “Mikhail?” I can barely make out his face in this dimly lit room, and for some reason, that makes me panic more. The lighting in this room screams danger, and the heat is even more uncomfortable. I clench my fist as I call out for Mikhail again. “Mikhail. I don’t like this. Get me

ElenaI don't recall how many rounds we went for last night. It was pleasurable at first, but it became overwhelming when Mikhail refused to give me a break. I had even lost consciousness at some point, unable to keep up with him, and now, I can feel the aftereffect kicking in. It’s worse than I imagined. “You’re awake,” I manage to turn in the direction of the voice. Right at the door is Mikhail, with crossed arms, his shoulder leaning against the door frame. His hair is down, almost covering his eyes and preventing me from seeing them. “I was going to wake you in a few hours. You’ve been asleep for more than twelve hours. Did I tire you out that much?” “Y-you-” I’m unable to say what I want as my throat itches painfully, and I can’t help but cough. I hear a little laugh, then water pouring into a glass before Mikhail’s arms wrap around me, helping me up. It hurts sitting up, but of course, my pride comes first, so I clench my fist while he helps me up. “My hands are not hurt,

MikhailIt feels uncomfortable leaving both together. These past two days, it feels as though something is changing within me. It;s hard to point what the cause is. “The call forth is in the next 24 hours Mikhail, and you’ve still not brought up a plan other than keeping your daughter and omega under the same roof for protection” “She’s not my omega,” I retort, glaring at the unwelcomed guest. At this point, Darius can just go ahead and work in my company. He’s always here getting on my nerves. I understand that his father is always chasing him away and he’s got a cousin that takes care of his family’s business as the responsible family member that he is, but that doesn’t justify his choice of becoming a pest in my life. “Oh, let’s not get into that arguement now. You literally rushed off to get her back after I told you she’s back with her ex” “I needed to catch the criminal,” Darius lifts his hand in surrender. “Fine, I said I’m not going to argue with you on that. Now, how do

Elena Am I doing the right thing? I have been asking myself the same question since I accepted to be his eye witness, but I’m conflicted. It feels as though I’m doing something wrong of which I can't pinpoint.With a deep breath, I walk up through the grand stairs to the tall, designed doors that are opened for me the minute I’m on sight. It’s not what I imagined the call would look like. I was expecting to be taken to court, give my statements on the witness stand, but here I am walking into the prestigious president’s house. Since when did cases begin to get judged in the president’s house? “Elena!”My heart skips a beat at the voice from behind. I can hear him march towards me; his footsteps are harsh against the smooth tiles. I eventually turn to face him, and his expression is just what I expected. Thick brows furrowed, jaw hard, eyes glaring at me. I shift my gaze toward the familiar man by his side, the one who had persuaded me to come here. “What the fuck are you doing her