All Chapters of The Alpha Playboy Is My Mate.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

° Amy's POV ° The sound of shattered glass filled the air as the bottles broke into a thousand pieces. I winced at the noise—the clattering, the crashing. It echoed in my ears as I cast a glance over at the group of men huddled in one corner of the dimly lit bar. They were slumped over, completely wasted, their bodies stinking of cheap alcohol. “Hey kid, get me more!” one of them shouted, his voice rough and demanding. Without thinking too much about it, I complied. If they were asking for more, I would give them more—more than enough to ensure they were half-dead by the end of the night. Honestly, I didn’t care, all I wanted was for my shift to end so I could finally go home and escape this crazy night. My name is Amy Cooper, and this is just a glimpse into my life—a trip into the world of a girl like me. *** I never set high standards for myself, but I did value who I was. I had goals and dreams, and I was determined to achieve them. My mom was amazing, a dedicated baker kno

° Amy's POV °I got home so exhausted, or maybe it was just the feeling of not spending the day right.I should have given him a punch on that slim pointed nose of his, and enjoy the satisfaction from watching him bleed.Everyone knew Jeremy would never date someone like me, I wasn't a nerd…maybe I was, or maybe not…Yeah I was a genius, so book centered that I didn't think of anything else other than books and online adventures, social media wasn't my kinda thing.I loved doing outdoors to be precise, but I hated parties, clubs…I didn't like going to prom either.Friends?I just talked to whoever wanted to say hello to me.Call me terrible, I know, but the truth is…life is a bit peaceful when you're alone.I sighed, dropping my bag on the table sluggishly.“How was school today?” My mother asked, her eyes fixed on what ever she kneaded.“Fine, fine. What are you making?” I asked her, not like I wasn't interested, but at least acting like I was made her confident, I noticed.“Mrs Smit

Amy's POV ° We got to school as he pulled his car not so far from the garbage man. I huffed. Did he want to run the old man over? I had been silent through out the ride, watching him nod his head to the music that played from the car radio. At one time my feet tapped in rhythm, another time my fingers moved, but one thing was for sure…I hated that....the fact that my feet tapped and my fingers drummed against my thighs in the rhythm of the song. And the thought of what he was thinking, tortured my mind. What was he thinking? “Hope you enjoyed your ride,” He asked, as he took off his seat belt, before helping me with mine. “Ride? In here? With you?” I scoffed, as I threw the car door open without thinking twice, “Ouchhh!” I winced,as I slowly sat down back on the driver's seat, stealing a glance at him. I hated the confident smile on his face, I hated even his pretty face! “Someone forgot she sprained her ankle.” He said, singing it like a song. I avoided his gaze.

° Amy's POV.° Maybe he was right… maybe this was my sin. But then again, sins always leave a mark. The morning light didn’t feel warm. It felt like judgment—peeking through the curtains, touching the bite on my collarbone, the bruises on my hips, and the fading flush still lingering on my chest. And Jeremy? Gone. No note, no scent, not even his usual cocky laugh that always echoed in the school's hallway. Just silence—and the stupid ache between my legs reminding me that last night after school actually happened. Yes, he had followed me home and we continued with our mistake. I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around me like they could shield me from the weight of my choices. My heart felt heavier than my limbs. We didn’t even talk. I let him ruin me—and I liked it. I practically begged for it. And now he’s gone, just like every other time he messed with a girl’s head. Except this time, it was me. The omega girl. The good one. The invisible one. I should’v