Rejected By The Alpha, Bound As His Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Martha Blackthorn (POV)"We should have brought her home with us, what if they decided to punish her for our mistakes. What do you think would happen to the pub?" my eyes clouded, with my brow andraised in worry as I processed what could befall my daughter. "Andrew won't do that, he wouldn't even punish the guy in question for not talking to my daughter. I dare him to touch the hair on my daughter's head then he will see the stuff I'm made of. I've been purposely quiet all this time," my husband replied, shaking his feet in fury, he wore his usual brown regalia made of lion's skin. "This won't be happening if you had listened to me, we won't be facing this mess if the guard is dead as advised," I said, sitting beside him on the blue couch, enjoying the evening view of the city. "And you think Andrew won't find out, we both know that nothing can pass him by without him noticing. He wouldn't spare the life of our daughter if I as much cross that lane." "Don't you think you give more

Elena Torres (POV)"Andy, why would you disclose my identity to the people here? I just wanted to blend in like a normal person. You shouldn't have gotten in my way," I complained bitterly, closing the brown wooden door behind me as I moved towards the rails of the stairs."Is that a thank you? Come on, I only tried to make things easier for my baby and that's why I'm convicted? Seriously, besides everyone needs to give you the respect you deserve," Andrew's deep voice responded over the phone and I could picture the grin on his face like he has done the coolest thing ever."You should have asked me first, not snitching behind my back, you betrayal," I muttered, smiling."Babe, seriously? Now I'm a betrayal, that will not be bad though as long as the subject matter is you, I wouldn't mind. How was it?" Andrew asked, and the switch in his tone was fast."I'm done with the registration, but I will have to start tomorrow because my clothes are obviously not comfortable enough to paint in

Martha's PovMartha sat behind the red linen, shedding her face from the men kneeling at a far distance from her in order to conceal her identity from being known. Two guards stood by the end of the linen to prevent unnecessary move from the other men. There were five men in total."How did it go? Any good news?" I asked, staring at the bald headed men, who dares not to raise up their head to look at the direction where the voice was coming from."We did as you requested, madam but she was on a call. We can assure you that you have nothing to worry about," the guy in the middle responded, his voice a little shaky."Good, if not you all will have yourself to blame for your incompetence. I will forward the rest of your balance to you in the evening. You had better shut your mouth concerning this situation or else," I threatened, knowing fully well that they wouldn't want to gamble with their lives but I still have to sound a warning.I gathered my blue long skirt as I stood up, to avoid

Selene Blackthorn (POV)The sound of my ringtone tore through the grave silence that had settled over the four walls of my room. The table vibrated as the phone rang, eyeing it with the corner of my green eyes. Looks like the call I have been anticipating for has finally come through.Looking down at my big stomach, I groaned softly as I stood up, rested for a bit before I moved towards the direction of the phone which was at the top of the fridge. I smirked as I saw the caller ID, how long she was trying to wait before she decided to call me. I raised my brow in question as my thumb danced over the green button."Hello, can you hear me?" I asked with no exchange of pleasantries."Report," that was her response, so cold as the face I was used to growing up. Nothing I do measures up to her satisfaction or to make her hard face break into the tiniest of smiles.I wonder how my father could survive each day sleeping and waking up beside a woman that offers no warmth."She's awake," I res

Marcus Kane (POV)For everything there is a price to pay, but how do you pay a price for something you know not. Apparently, you are paying for it, but still don't know what you are paying for. That defines my situation right now or maybe I was just the one overthinking it.But I'm not, I promise. I wasn't overthinking, the handwriting on the wall was just simple enough for me to read through. I parked in the garage of Clara's new working place, it was rowdy and lousy for a crochet company. Who knows what other businesses go on in there.What time does she close from work? I wondered, staring at my silver watch for the hundredth time. You can't trust local business owners, they can use a single stall for multiple businesses and still use the same staff for it. Overworking them while still paying them a meager salary.At exactly nine pm, Clara sauntered out of the shop, dusting whatever it was on her red short gown. She really has a knack for short dresses, doesn't she? I smirk, watchi