All Chapters of Alpha Maddox Is My Stalker: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Illiana’s POV: I made myself a sandwich for dinner, but the way my stomach was churning with nerves and anticipation, I couldn’t take a bite. Ever since opening that box, my body had been trembling with molten shivers. In a feeble attempt to cool it off, I hopped under the cold shower. I shaved…not for him. I shaved regularly. I did it in the morning, but twice a day wasn’t a big deal...right? Wrapping a bathrobe around myself, I returned to my bedroom. The box sat on the bed, quiet and yet the loudest. My insides queased with a mixture of so many emotions that I couldn’t pick them apart. Was I really going to do it? Lifting the box in my hands, I moved toward the mirror. I didn't realize the girl staring back at me. I’d never met this Iliana before...so bold, so confident. It was his doing. He had peeled my layers, dived right into me, and planted this crazy madness deep inside me that I was ready to hand myself over to him…for the whole night. A shiver ran down my s

Iliana’s POV:The first thing I felt after waking up was the sweet pain I would love to get used to. I yawned and tried to stretch, only to wince because I was sore in places I never knew could feel pleasure.I rolled over the mattress, instinctively reaching for the man who whispered filthy poetry to me while worshipping every inch of my body last night. Even though I knew he wouldn’t be there, my heart still sank when I found the bed cold and empty.Wrapped around in the tangled sheets, I lay still and stared at the ceiling, already missing his warmth. My body was still humming with the remnants of last night, my lips tingling with every kiss, my skin burning with every touch.I glanced at my wrists and spotted faint marks where he had tied me. Even though the fabric was silk and soft against my skin, the way I was thrashing with pleasure while writhing under him left impressions on my wrists.I wanted to stay in bed and relive last night, but that was the kind of leisure I couldn’t

Maddox’s POV:My footsteps felt heavy as I walked through the ancient hallways. Ghosts from the past clung to these walls, watching and mocking me as I stopped outside the massive doors.Every muscle in my body was knotted tightly as I peeked into the Throne room.Dark, cold, and haunted.As soon as my gaze landed on the huge throne, my mind flooded with flashbacks of the night that still haunted me in my dreams.Closing my eyes briefly, I heaved a huge breath and stepped inside. The stench of blood and failure wafted into my nostrils, causing bile to rise in my throat.I peeled my eyes off the devastatingly glorious throne and spotted Eldric standing before the huge, floor-to-ceiling window. With arms crossed behind his back, he stared into the moonless night like a war general contemplating unleashing his wrath.The sound of my footsteps echoed in the eerie silence as I walked closer to him.Without turning around, Eldric grumbled, “It’s been fifteen years,” his voice firm and heavy

Maddox’s POV: "I don't even know where we should start looking for them," Damien screeched, throwing another one of his tantrums. “I mean, look at this thing; it's massive," he waved at the world map sprawled over my office desk. They could be here or here or here," he said while jabbing his finger at random spots on the map. Not liking the hint of defeat in his voice, Caleb eyed him and said, "At least we know they are nowhere in any of the Supernatural territories. So that leaves us with human territory." "Which is huge and cannot be explored openly unless we get the permit from the Councils, which, let me just add for the record, we won't be getting anytime soon," Damien shot back, already deciding that nothing could be done now. My nostrils flared as I glared at him. Leaning forward, I planted my elbows on the desk and gritted out, "So what do you suggest, Damien? Should we all just accept the defeat and continue living our pathetic lives as we've been doing so for the last fi

Maddox’s POV: Slipping out of my room, I walked through the hallways, silent as a whisper. My ears were perked up to catch any prying murmur or a heartbeat that would suggest I was being followed. None. ‘Where are you?’ Eldric asked me through the mindlink. ‘On my way,’ I replied while exiting the main door. I took a sharp turn toward the backside of the pack house where we ought to meet. I wasn’t surprised to see the car already parked there but I was surprised to find Eldric already settled behind the steering wheel because usually Caleb was the one to drive us to places. Opening the passenger door, I hopped inside and turned to face Eldric, “Let Caleb drive.” He tightened his hold on the steering wheel, “Only I know the way, so it would be more convenient if I drive.” I didn’t argue and only nodded once. Silence settled in the car, making the air thick with agitation oozing out of Eldric and wrapping around me like a second skin. A moment later, the back door ope