All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

"But this looks patchy no matter what I do to it," Maya complains. "This is so annoying. You wear the dress as it is, you look like a hooker. A sexy hooker, but a hooker. But if you add a train, it looks like someone sewed it on at the last minute, which is exactly what's happening."I stuff another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. "I'm not going there to look pretty. I just have to go there to mark my attendance."The front door opens, and Maya immediately looks up. "Tony, did you bring the fried chicken?"Tony walks in with two large containers of food in one hand and a large rectangular box in the other."This was lying outside your door." He places the box on the coffee table.Maya abandons the black train she's stitching and hurries over to the box. "This looks fancy, Cynthia."I get up and open the box.It's a dress.A ruby red dress with silver highlights and intricate embroidery. It's both simple and elegant."There are shoes here as well. And jewelry." Maya gasps.Tony's ex

"Then you can put the two to a test." Jonathon doesn't look perturbed, and I don't like this. "The slums project has been in the works for years. Nobody has ever managed to do anything about the lower part of the city where our community is dwelling rather poorly. Efforts have been made to bring a change, but nothing has been successful. Let the two of them come up with and implement a strategy. This will put every skill these two have to use, and it will help us decide who is the rightful Alpha."Murmurs pick up in the ballroom, and my fingers dig into Robert's arm as I realize that the pack officials are actually considering this."I think it's acceptable," one of them finally says."I agree.""Agreed."The voices of the officials echo in the ballroom, and I release Robert, stumbling out of the room, my breathing harsh.What is he doing? If Norman wins the approval of the pack officials, then he doesn't need to acquire Adam's company.And for Jonathon to be so confident when it come

What can I even say? I can't get mad at him. I don't have that right. He has every right not to trust me. But I wish I could just disappear. I'm so tired of all of this, of everything. I just want to close my eyes and never wake up."Cynthia?" There's a hint of alarm in Adam's voice."Can I get some clothes?" I ask quietly. "I would really like to have something to cover myself with.""My assistant is getting them," Robert replies, and I don't meet his gaze.It's obvious to me that the two of them are on good terms and Robert is aware of what's going on in the pack. This is why I don't hesitate to say to Adam, "Jonathon is setting you up. He's bribed the people living in the slums. Those who didn't want to go along with his plan, he's done something to them. I overheard Norman on the phone. He's been working on this plan for a while. The whole thing about wanting to acquire your company was just a distraction."Adam's eyes narrow. "You heard Norman say all this?""He thought I was unc

It was because of him that Tina and I became friends when we were just teenagers. In a way, we grew up together, and Watson always encouraged our friendship and hoped for a relationship to bloom between us. It's not like we didn't try to date. We did, but we realized we were better off as friends. But as the years passed, Tina knew that for me to become Alpha, I would need someone to stand by my side, someone I could rely on, and she had agreed that we should get married. This is not something we communicated to her father, but he picked up on the fact that there was something going on between us.But for the past few years, his gentle suggestions have become more vocal as he’s now fully invested in me and Tina getting married. Right now, Watson is my biggest ally. If he realizes I don’t want to marry Tina, there’s a good chance he’ll back out of supporting me. I sink back into my seat, worried. While I don't need Watson's support, the fact is that my father is playing dirty to put No

Blinking rapidly, my heart racing, I pull myself to my feet. A gasp of pain slips out as my back rubs against the wall. My left arm isn't functioning too well, either. I must have dislocated my shoulder at some point. My chest hurts, and it's hard to breathe right now. Taking the laptop will be more noticeable, but my escape will put me in just as much danger. I drag myself to the counter and, using my functioning hand, I first use my phone to call Tony."Pick me up at the main entrance of the house," I say hoarsely. "Hurry. Please."Once that is done, I look around. I can't possibly carry everything with me. I've just got one hand. I search for a bag or something and find a paper bag belonging to some branded store. Reaching for it, I stuff the laptop, Norman's phone, and my own, along with my wallet inside. I don't know how I get to the front door, but it seems like a never-ending journey to hell, each step making me want to scream in agony.Tony is waiting outside in the car, and a