All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I chew my sandwich in silence, letting the taste of meat marinate on my tongue.The moment Adam becomes Alpha, the blood debt will transfer to him, and he'll be the one to control me. I ponder into my sandwich. He's been nice to me. Maybe he will release me from the blood debt.It's wishful thinking at this point, but my heart is wavering.If Norman becomes the alpha, I don't know what will happen. Even if Jonathon keeps his word and swears an oath to me to release me, he's clever with his words. He might create a loophole…I feel sick to my stomach, and I lift my head, opening my mouth, only to freeze.Across the street, there is a familiar car parked outside.Jonathon's car.He's waiting for me.CHAPTER 7AdamSeeing my father defend Norman when Cynthia was bleeding and still gasping for air made me want to rip his throat out. It wasn't easy to calm my wolf, who wanted blood.To make things worse, Cynthia didn't seem fazed by the violence. She looked shaken and in pain, but there wa

"I thought we were going to tour the infirmary, Mr. Moore." One of the men frowns. "Why did you bring us here? And what is all this?""Well, the infirmary was closed." Norman scowls. "I was just looking for someone.""Well, perhaps you should leave so I can get IF here," I suggest.His expression tightens. "What're you calling the Investigative Force for?""Are you blind, Norman? One of the pack healers just got attacked. That is not a small matter. Attacking a pack healer is treason, or do you not even know that much?"Norman looks uneasy now. "She's fine, so why waste their time? And besides, I'm still not sure she didn't shoot one of them. You know healers that take a life have to be removed from the pack.""And I just told you, I shot the man." Robert frowns. "Your brother must be deaf, too, Adam.""And who the hell do you think you are speaking to me like that?" Norman snarls, stepping forward."An Alpha." I see the wolf appear in Robert's eyes at the challenge. "So you'd better

I make my way to the bathroom and close the door behind me.There is a midnight blue blouse in the bag with long sleeves and a simple ruffled neck. Under it is a cashmere sweater, a pair of comfortable pants, and a set of padded beige winter boots. I struggle out of the uncomfortable tight-fitted clothes, and as they fall to the floor of the luxurious bathroom, I feel like I can breathe. I don't expect the clothes Adam bought to fit, but they do, perfectly so. Staring at myself in the mirror, fully clothed, relief is an overwhelming emotion. I wash my face, splashing cold water on it over and over again until some semblance of normalcy returns to me.My long silver hair has been curled and styled into a sexy bun with strands falling over my face, and it makes me want to yank my hair out. I rip out the pins and tie the tangled hair into a rough-looking braid. Right now, I want to look the furthest thing from attractive.I stare at myself for a long few minutes.I want to smear somethin

"I-If you want." I try to shrug, hiding the way my hands are shaking. "I'll talk to Jonathon and––""I don't want that," he snaps at me. He looks so angry I'm beginning to wonder if I should exit the car."I don't understand how you are okay with this," he suddenly says. "You've worked at KDL Foods for a very long time, close to a decade, or even more. I know. I looked up your resume online. But all this time, you've not been paid anything, and it doesn't bother you. How does it not bother you? It pisses me off!"I open my mouth to say it does bother me, that it's not fair and I wanted my money. However, I end up pressing my lips together.My silence seems to annoy him even more. "You know, everything I've heard about you since I've met you has been awe-worthy. You've been described as fierce in the boardroom, one of KDL Foods' prized negotiators, and quick on your feet every time the company has faced a problem. So why is it that you can't stand up for yourself? Are all those stories

"No, but I––"She picks up the file and throws it at my feet. "I have a lot of work to do. The meeting for this launch is in two days. Don't try to be proactive. It won't be getting you any brownie points."It's hard to control my temper when she's talking to me like this. However, I force my tone to remain polite. "I understand that, but Mr. Moore––""Next time you want to see me, book an appointment. I don't have time for any Tom, Dick, and Harry. Rachel, show her out."I have no choice but to pick up the file from the floor as I'm basically shoved out of the office.I hear a few titters, and my face flushes as I pick up the two papers that fell out of the file and flew outside the door. I turn around, but the door slams in my face.Closing my eyes, I breathe to ten to calm myself.I'm not getting past that door for now, so I had better deal with the other tasks and then come back. I make my way to the other departments, but I'm forced to wait one hour for the Director of Analysis,