All Chapters of Begging on Their Knees My Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Kane’s POV)Through the reflection on the French doors, I watched her curled on the bed. She looked so small, so angry—assuming I’d been rude. My lungs tightened. I moved my wheelchair toward the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water splashed over me, my wet clothes clinging to my skin, as I tried to wash away the racing thoughts in my heart.********(Mia’s POV)I couldn’t say how long I waited, but then—the door swung open.He burst in, soaking wet. My brain short‑circuited.“I want to see it back!” I blurted, expecting… I didn’t know what. But obviously, not this.Kane’s eyes flickered in shock. He paused, then said, “Then… I’ll just take them off.”He plunged his hand toward his shirt buttons. My face felt like it was on fire. I stumbled backward, breath catching. “I… didn’t want to see it!”My vision blurred. Dizzy. I felt feverish—my fever of the rebellion, I joked softly as I collapsed onto the bed, chanting herbs in my head until I drifted off.---When I came in t

Justin caught my gaze through the camera lens—his seething anger flaring yet constrained by the broadcast.LIVE CHAT FEED“Is she for real? She drew first and snagged the best place?!”“She’s so shameless!”“No way she got it fair—totally shady.”“Honestly, Justin offered—shouldn’t she be grateful?”“Privileged much? Get her off All-Around Worker!”Hope she trips and disappears forever.”Great. Just what I needed.---We arrived at the dilapidated four-story building—our temporary home.Basements housed the cheapest rooms: bare bones—bed, table—no bathroom, shared facilities, $50/day.First floor was empty—just an entryway.Second-floor “Haunted House”: fine decor, chilling backstories—exaggerated blood stains, nooses, hidden holes, giant stick figures. Justin’s room even included a ‘stove mystery meat’ and ants (yes, real ants). He looked green. Duke, lucky the comedian’s place didn’t scare her into a literal heart attack.Fourth floor—our rooftop storage rooms: half a rooftop each,

The producers dropped the bomb: no room swaps without penalty. Want to switch? That’s a $300 fee—three days’ rent—for a base rent of $200/day. Neither sibling can pull that off; together, they’ve only got $100 left. They’ve got just 24 hours to snatch $500.Josephson leans in, offering to sell his basement spot:“Justin, grab mine for $150 total—I’ll gift you my $50 allowance. Then you only pay the $300 penalty.”Giselle cackles: “Bro, even if he gets the $300, he won’t have $200 rent left!”Caught on live—Josephson stammers:“We—could all lend him fifty—each?”Lilith beams in the spotlight. Jevin huffs and puffs, but I draw a line:“Selfish publicly, stingy privately. You really want people to starve for him?”The chat explodes:“Mia is insane!”“Why should we suffer for Justin?”“Real workers don’t need pity!”“Josephson’s a saint; others are hypocrites!”Justin’s manager rushes over—viewers are turning against him. The director intervenes: no room talk, pick up your bags and go.—

It happened in the blink of an eye—two seconds, maybe less. From the outside, my movements were smooth, controlled, and utterly precise. Clinical. But that wasn’t how the internet saw it.According to the production script, Lilith was supposed to put on a brave face, endure the dislocated thumb, and tell the crowd to clear the way for the ambulance—camera-perfect nobility. Instead, she screamed once... and passed out cold.Noelle had no choice but to scoop her up and rush to the hospital. The extras who’d gathered scattered just as quickly, vanishing into the background like they’d never been there.But while the chaos on set fizzled out, online chaos erupted like wildfire.>”Wait… why did Lilith faint from a thumb dislocation? I’ve had one. It hurts, but not THAT bad.”“That was like, two seconds max. She probably blacked out from panic.”“Are we sure Mia even knows what she’s doing? She’s, what—eighteen? Where did she get a medical license?”“No way that certificate’s real. Someone @

I leaned back in the car, still processing everything.Zack paused, momentarily speechless. Should he tell me the truth—that the car I was riding in belonged to His Highness? Since his injury, he’d mostly avoided driving.Half his collection sat idle, and the rest were at his villas to stay under the radar. But today? He’d told Zack to rent the nicest one around, specifically for me. It was his way of announcing: “I’m proud of her.” And this was that entrance.I smiled, savoring the realization. My Kane… he really cared. Enough to make a grand entrance for me. It had to have cost a fortune. I needed to earn more—not just for him, but to show I could match his effort.---Later, I messaged Sean on Facebook.MIA: Short on cash. Got any clients?SEAN: What kind of clients? House-call stuff?MIA: Not just impotence. Got more expertise than that.SEAN: Actually, Duke from the show, turns out he’s lost his sense of taste… Doesn’t want anyone to know.MIA: Good lead. If it’s legit, I’ll give