Semua Bab Fated to the Alpha: Bab 191 - Bab 200

And every time he messed up, he blamed it on me.Jonathon preferred to believe that the girl from the slums was the reason behind his company shares falling. I was the one who was constantly punished for it. I still am. The only upside is that now Jonathon checks each and every decision of mine, so Norman doesn't have room to blame me. The damage is done, though.The company's reputation has been ground in the mud, thanks to Jonathon's useless drunkard of a son.I place my bag on my desk, my back aching from yesterday's whipping. I'm about to sit down when the intercom buzzes. Sighing, I grab my tablet and head into the CEO's office.The pack alpha is at his desk, a frown on his face.He looks up when I enter. "You're late."It's taken years of practice to not roll my eyes when the situation calls for it. I know I'm ten minutes early."Sorry."Jonathon leans back in his chair, his lips twisted. "Have you seen the news?""No?" I say, warily. "Did something happen?"He picks up a remote

"Um, yeah. Sorry about that."Steadying myself, I look at Tom. "Let's go."However, before I leave, I find myself looking over my shoulder at the man watching me.I've never seen him around before.Turning my head, I focus on the current problem on hand, whose name is Norman.Catching up to him, I grab his shoulder, swinging him around to face me, "Have you lost your mind? Do you think anyone will want us to acquire their company if you behave like that? This isn't a game, Norman! If you want to become Alpha, then you'd better start acting like it instead of like a spoiled brat!"I never speak like this to Norman. I don't have a death wish. But if he doesn't get this merger, I don't get my freedom."You'd better watch your mouth," he snarls, getting in my face.I don't back down. “If you had been on time today, we would have managed to make some headway. You showed up late, and on top of that, you acted that way in his company's lobby. You think he's going to want to go ahead with the

Sipping my drink, I turn around on the stool and look around. The place is not as dimly lit as I expected, and at the back of the room, I can see a few people dancing along with the music. I watch them, finding myself relax as the minutes go by and no one comes barging through the door screaming at me.By the time my order arrives, I ask for another glass of scotch and dig into my food. I have to ration my food at home because I usually get a specific amount of groceries delivered to me. It's rare for Jonathon to let me get groceries by myself. I'm allowed to eat at his house, though that’s something I avoid. Therefore, making fries at home is a waste of oil and potatoes.I bite into the crispy fry and close my eyes in pure happiness.Nothing beats fast food!There’s the sound of a glass clinking on the counter, and then a deep gravelly voice from beside me, a hint of amusement in it, says, "I've never seen someone enjoy fries like that."My eyes pop open, and I see a man standing bes

I immediately touch her cheek, comfortingly. "Tonight's our night, isn't it, Anna?"Her lips tremble, and when she hesitates before nodding, I lower my mouth onto hers. She kisses me back, fumbling, trying to match my pace. It's cute, and it makes me want to throw her on the bed and just kiss her all night. It's a mixture of desire and affection.This woman, this woman with her innocent and shy eyes, she's going to be the death of me.She tastes sweet, and I want more. I lick inside her mouth, and she doesn't stop me. My hands grip the edge of her dress, slowly pulling it up, stopping when she freezes, and then resuming once she relaxes.She wants this. It's obvious. But her body has never experienced this sort of touch before, and I have to take it slow.When my hand glides on her bare back from under the dress, I scent something other than desire. I smell fear.And as I smell it, my fingers feel something long and bumpy along her back. Before I can ask, she stiffens. "The light. Ple

The reply is disappointing. "No. But the sketch artist you worked with… I don't know, Adam. The girl is oddly familiar. I just don't know where I’ve met her."Hope renews within me. "So, you have met her.""I think so. I just… I can't place her." Robert's brows knit together as he concentrates, trying to jog his memory. He then shakes his head. "Anyway, maybe you can pull yourself out of your own head for a minute and figure out what to do about your brother. His assistant has been calling every day for an appointment with you.""How do you know that?" I stare at him.Robert sinks into the visitor chair, shrugging. "I'm nosy. I also had the pleasure of meeting your brother. He's a piece of work. And I thought mine was crazy. I've never seen a more deluded man in my life.""Mom always spoiled Norman," I sneer, my fingers tapping on my desk. "And ever since Dad and I had our differences, Dad put him on a pedestal. Although the nerve to try and go for an acquisition of my company takes s