All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Cynthia"Why can't you do anything right?!"I stand still as Jonathon yells at me. Norman is sitting on the couch in his father's office, smirking at me. There are two reports on the Alpha's desk, along with one resignation from one of the lawyers. The reason for the resignation is Norman's violent tendencies. Both reports state that Jonathon physically attacked me in front of Adam's building.But Norman's father will always defend him to his last breath and instead, I was blamed for provoking his man-child of a son."I managed to convince them to negotiate," I try to speak only for Norman to drown out my voice."You mean I convinced them!"I fall silent."See, Dad," Norman sprawls his arm over the back of the couch, "this stupid bitch is always taking credit for whatever I do."The reports say different, but Jonathon glares at me. “You’re completely shameless, aren’t you?”One can argue with a man who is willing to accept the truth, but Jonathon Moore is one of those men who can witn

"Hey." I give her a cautious smile.Her eyes brighten when she sees me. "Cynthia! Come in!"I look at the array of dishes spread out and give her a curious look. "Chinese food?"She flushes. "My sister loves Chinese food. That's all she cooks. But it's not bad."I want to ask her if she lives with her sister, but I don't know if it's an appropriate question. As we sit down to eat, I realize the food tastes really good. It's also light on the stomach. Maya's kind of a chatterbox who flits from topic to topic. I kind of enjoy listening to her, but I'm also conscious of the time. I answer her questions about my life and family as vaguely as possible. By the end of the lunch, I managed to learn that Maya lives with her older sister, who’s a sous chef, and their father is no longer in the picture, but their mother is still alive.Somehow hearing about her normal life with such normal problems jerks me back to reality. I want this. I want this kind of normalcy in my life where my biggest pr

He pulls up my blouse, ignoring my struggles, and looks down. A chuckle leaves his mouth, "Pretty birthmark you got there."I push him away, furious. Fixing my blouse, I scowl at him, "What the hell do you want? If you're trying to blab on me to your father, he won't believe you.""Now, why would I do that?"He leans forward, and I can feel my traitorous heart begin pounding all over again. "Getting my fated mate in trouble hardly sounds like the ideal thing to do."His eyes are locked on mine, and I see amusement dancing in his eyes. Does he think this situation is funny? I’m quivering with fear over what Jonathon will do to me, and he's having a laugh at my expense?I try to muster up some confidence. "I don't care what you have to say. We're not fated mates. I would––I would know if we were!""Would you though?" His amusement is gone, replaced by a frown on his face. "You should have realized it the moment you took in my scent outside the bar. Father must have really kept you shelt

"Come on." He puts his hand on my lower back, gently urging me out of the room.I follow him outside where the female manager is waiting for us. She opens the box, and we take out our phones. I feel a little embarrassed about having Adam see the state my phone is in. It’s an old model, on its last leg.He doesn't comment on it, simply picking up his phone."The elevator is this way," he says, and before I can say anything, the staff member who had been insistent on walking me out himself suddenly rushes toward us."The staircase is this way, sir!"If looks could kill, the man would have seized up and died on the spot with the way Adam was gazing at him."We're taking the elevator." Adam's upper lip curled."But sir––""Is there a reason your people are so persistent?" Adam demands, shooting the manager a displeased expression. The woman looks at the male staff member, her lips pressed into a thin white line."Please accept our sincerest apologies," the woman says, through gritted teet

"Adam," Lydia frowns, looking over her shoulder, "I told you to stay outside when I'm seeing my patient.""Sorry, Lydia." Adam leans down to kiss the older woman's cheek affectionately.I stare.Another thing I'm not allowed to have.Easy affection. Wolf packs used to be openly affectionate, but as packs have expanded over the years, pack members create bonds with a few others between whom affection is shared, platonic but necessary for the wolf's survival.I feel a hint of tired jealousy.My wolf rolls over, also wanting to be petted and loved.I push it down, harshly.It's not for you. Nobody wants you.It whimpers inside me, slinking deeper into me.I catch Adam looking at me, a strange emotion in his eyes, and I look away.Sometimes, I feel a surge of hatred for everyone around me. Why was I kept alive when I couldn't even be given the most basic of things or actions? Those are times I want to watch the world burn. A spurt of laughter sneaks out of my mouth.I would make a great v