All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I smile at him before two little girls run over, grabbing onto his hands. Jojo's nieces are sweet little girls, loud but cute. I watch them drag Jojo away, and once they're out of sight, around the corner of the building across the park. Troubled by my own situation, I ponder over what to do. However, I have other responsibilities lingering over my head, one of them being the report that is due for Morris's class. Clyde has been as useless as ever. I have a feeling I'll have to do this report on my own. He's already stood me up twice at the library now. I don't plan on there being a third time.Morris already dislikes him and was severely against us working together in the first place so I can't talk to him. And besides, talking to Morris about my course outside of the college grounds seems kind of weird. What am I supposed to do? Ask him what to do about the report while he has me bent over the dresser, his cock inside me?My face feels hot at that mental image, and when my brother r

"And I already told you," I bite out, "I have no interest in taking over the family business. You are running it just fine."My father glares at me, "Do you expect me to remain the Alpha once I'm past my prime? I sired you for this very purpose. It's the only one thing Leslie has been useful for."My eyes narrow, "Don't take my mother's name with your mouth."Chris scoffs, "I take no pleasure in taking that useless woman's name."My fists tighten by my side as rage fills me. My eyes flicker towards the woman lounging on the sofa, clad in nothing more than a nightie. Her lack of proper clothes no longer bothers me. She's been that way since the moment my father brought her into our family home, the one that my maternal grandfather gifted him and my mother for their wedding gift.She sighs, leaning back against the couch, a taunting smile on her lips, “Darling, I don’t understand why you are so adamant about forcing Morris to inherit the family business when James is perfectly willing a

Eve doesn't look offended, smiling softly, "Your father is old, and he already has a legal mate. You, on the other hand, are both young and single. And you're my type. Why would I go after him when you're a perfectly viable choice?"Her calm demeanor unsettles me. She's not acting in the way I had expected her to. This confidence and arrogance have made me wonder if there's an ace she's hiding. Silence has settled between us when my phone suddenly rings.I take it out of my pocket and blink when I see Aisha's name pop up on the screen.This is a first. She never calls me.However, when I pressed the phone to my ear and answered the call, I realized why she had called me in the first place.Drunk as a skunk.Is she at a shifter club?However, there is no noise in the background. But my sharp ears can detect the sounds of wildlife in the background. Subtle sounds, but it makes me wonder if she's drinking in a park or something."Who is Aisha?" Eve suddenly asks, reminding me exactly whe

"You did," I find myself answering slowly."And yet you decided to go get drunk with him in a public setting."It's like a brick has fallen over my head and shaken the lodged memories free. My face slowly flushes as I recall the events of last night. The alcohol, how delicious it was, getting all light-headed, and then calling Morris."I didn't realize," I feel both horrified and embarrassed. "I honestly didn't think I could get drunk on human alcohol! I didn't mean to - I didn't mean to call you and-""That was the only sane thing you did last night," Morris says tightly. "You were so drunk that you passed out. How did you plan to defend yourself if Clyde tried to do something to you?""Clyde wouldn't have done that," I murmur. "But how did I get drunk? He said it was special alcohol. Maybe I should have taken him at his word.""I don't want the two of you interacting any further," Morris says tightly. "I don't trust Clyde, nor do I trust his intentions where you are concerned. If he

"Do you know where he is?!" I burst out, terrified."Yeah," he points across the street. "I saw them going into the park. The other man was dragging Harry, and I tried to tell the teacher, but she told me not to fib.""Other man?""There were two of them," he holds up two fingers. "One was really mean-looking, and the other one looked like he smelled really bad."I don't try to make sense of his odd description, "Are you sure they went in that direction?"He nods, "I saw from the class window. Harry wasn't happy. He was crying."He was crying, and the school still let him go?! These idiots didn't think anything was wrong with this scenario?"Thanks," I nod before hurrying across the road. I run towards the park where the foot traffic is less dense. And that is where I catch Harry's scent. My phone is in my hand as I hurry, following Harry's scent. For some reason, I can't even catch a whiff of my father's scent. It's odd. Only high-level shifters like Morris have the ability to mask t