All Chapters of On The Alphas' Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

Chapter 81 Amber Whyte. “Welcome Luna!” Everyone chorused and gave way for us as soon as we stepped out of the car. But amid the cheers, smiley faces, waving of hands, exchange of pleasantries…they stiffened. All their actions were robot-like. Like they were trying to be perfect. Like they were terrified of Delilah. As if they knew she would punish them if they made the slightest mistake. Their smiles were similar. It reeked of pain. Of fear. I looked in their direction, responding to their greetings. I didn't want them to think I was like my wicked sister. “We are happy to receive you, Luna.” “Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Luna.” They greeted and bowed, trying to get her attention, but she didn't reply. She didn't even bat her eyelid or smile at them. She simply walked into the reception where they received us. She sat on a huge chair while workers ran to meet her needs. We were served wine before we began. While Delilah chugged the alcoh

Chapter 83Amber Whyte.I swear I died. Right there. On the bench. Beside the she-devil herself. It felt like I was melting rapidly. By fear. By terror. By her ominous presence. I wanted to run. To hide. To be thousands of miles away from Delilah. But I was trapped. The sauna was a trap…created by her. It was a clever, yet deadly move. With all my strength, I tried to step aside. But I couldn't. It felt like I was pressed by invisible forces. Like my body no longer belonged to me. I couldn't even breathe.Fear had me in a choke-hold, paralyzed, and left me shivering on the bench like a leaf tossed about in the wind. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, the heat skyrocketed, making the sauna 20 times hotter.It was boiling. Searing like my skin was about to burst into flames.Sweat drenched my robe, the temperature was extremely high, I almost started pounding against the door to be let out, yet, on the inside…I was freezing. It was weird. The way I was feeling was ind

Chapter 85Amber Whyte. Like a silver dagger, those words sliced through my spine unprovoked, sending the drink down the wrong pipe. The next second, I wasn't myself anymore. My lungs rebelled at once, forcing my chest to tighten so hard that I was minutes away from being knocked unconscious. My airways jammed, seizing my breath. I gasped, struggling for air, but every attempt was like torture. Pain flared up in my throat like shards of glass were buried there.In the moment of desperation, my fists curled into a ball, and I jammed them into my chest…once…twice…thrice, forcing myself to cough as I was on the brink of collapsing. After a minute of struggle, every organ in my body relaxed and I was able to stabilize myself. But after I did… I realized the consequences of what I had done.My reaction not only worsened the situation, but it also confirmed the bartender’s words. Even worse, the tension that settled between Delilah and me reeked with suspicion. Eerie silence took

Chapter 87Warning, Punishment! Elion Moore. Fuck her brains out? No.That was mercy. And I wasn't here to show mercy. She doesn't deserve it.Not a modicum of pleasure. Not my touch. Not my cock.Not even an orgasm. Just pain.Raw. Undiluted. The kind that stabbed the corners of my heart when I read the contents of that stupid threat card.The kind I felt thinking those assassins had gotten to her before I did. And when I was done punishing her, she would think twice before disobeying me. Again. “Get off that bed!” I commanded, my voice was low, but firm, leaving no room for questions. She froze; those confused eyes shot through me as if they had just seen a ghost. I didn't react. I didn't even bat an eyelid after noticing how hard her fingers trembled. My eyes remained fixated on her, watching her every move like a hawk. Because right now, I was the hawk and she was my fucking prey. And God knows I wanted to do so many things to her. “Come here!” My voice rolled like