Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wanted By An Alpha And A Mafia : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Saturday arrived like the speed of light, which meant… Dallon B'hor, here she come. Reene woke up that morning feeling more excited than she'd ever felt before, practically skipping around the house while humming ‘Okay, the lokay’, and twirling occasionally in her nightgown. Then, she went to take a nice shower where she gave her hair the most important wash of its life, then brushed her teeth before dressing in a white robe. “You look excited.” Jake pointed out the moment she was back in the parlor. Her grin grew. “And you look handsome.” Actually, he did, with the dark blue shirt he had on topped with black trousers. It made her ask. “Where you off to?” A sheepish smile grew up his lips. “My girlfriend's place.” The words earned a chortle. “Don't joke.” “I'm not.” Funny enough, he sounded serious. “Jake, you getting a girlfriend is like saying the sun froze or chickens got so smart, they took over the earth.” His reply was with an eye roll like she was being dramatic. B

‘Oh goodness, I can't believe that actually worked.’ Reene let out a sigh of relief as the two men disappeared from sight. Finally, she could enjoy the evening without their drama. The event was turning out to be more fun than she'd expected. Celebrities pranced around, meals that made her taste buds dance were served and with all the beauty... Oh my, if only she had her phone, she'd be capturing a million videos. After awarding Dave Samson for being the best influencer, the host, Trava Reign, was back on the stage. “And for the next award, the best in the business industry, we will have Feri Lav and previous fencer Olympic winner, James Lebrit, announce it.” A male and female walked out with a smile, then took over the mic. “This year's winner has is the same as last year's,” Feri started with a huge grin, then James finished with “we have Zayne Thornhart!” That name caused a strange jump in Reene's heart. Especially as the huge screen they were watching from showed Zayne

Jaxon paused the moment he noticed Reene at the distance with none other than the businessman, Thornhart. Why on earth were they always together? This Zayne guy was really starting to become a problem. It was annoying, because even if he wanted, he couldn't eliminate the guy. And things weren't any better with Reene making her disinterest for Jaxon blatant, but there she was with flushed cheeks beside Zayne. How was one female so tough to get? He had never had something so difficult to deal with. If this was business related, it would've been easier because just one look and what he wanted would be gotten. But with Reene… He drew in a breath. She was tough, but there was no way he was letting her go. Especially not to Thornhart (or anyone). “A dance.” Zayne said, his voice hoarse. “Dance?” Was her reply, sounding like she hadn't expected that. Jaxon wondered what they were talking about. “Yes, you'll dance with me at the event.” What? He wanted to publicly dance with he

Jaxon walked out of the event, Owen and Greg trailing beside, their guns obviously in their pockets in case things didn't get pretty. “Where did you find him?” He asked Owen, whose professional stance was unwavering. “By the toilet sir,” Owen replied, “they talked about coming out to—” He was cut short by the sound of a knife heading in their direction— No, in Jaxon's direction. But he was quick to dodge, immediately turning to where a man in dark green stood. Owen and Greg instinctively bought out their guns, directing it to him. “No, don't shoot.” Jaxon ordered, taking short strides towards the already trembling man who knew his fate. “Where's Blodcard?” “M-M-M—” was all he could make out. Then he did the dumbest thing by reaching into his pocket, about to bring out another knife. With an eye roll, Jaxon threw a quick punch to the guy's jaw, stunning him. Then he grabbed the wrist of the hand with the knife and spun him around. The guy stumbled and fell to his knees with hi

Firefighters piled the place, pouring water from pipes to her house. Her only home. The place filled with all her memories. All her belongings. All her sources of joy. All her parents' last moments. The gifts they last gave her. Photos they took together before their death. Reene stared at the flames take all that. Tears filled her eyes, unable to fall from shock. “No.” She muttered again, her feet finally moving, running towards the place. What she'd spent her last savings on. Her last penny to buy. And it was burning. On fire. To ashes. And Jake. Jake. No! No! Jake. “No!” Her body trembled as she rushed towards the house, not caring if the heat would overtake her. No, nothing must happen to him. Nothing must. An arm quickly wrapped around her from behind, locking her against its chest while she screamed her protest, flailing her arms and legs in the air to try escape the grip. “Let me go!” She screamed, but the person wasn't heeding. “Use your senses Reene. You'll b