Todos os capítulos de Mated To The Brutal Alpha: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Tessa“So this is why you lied about seeing me kill my sister!” I say, the moment I walk up to George and Rose.She smiles but when she sees others gazing at her, she spats, “I… did see you kill your sister!”“Did you or did George ask you to say so?” I ask, throwing my gaze at George.He tenses and withdraws his hand from hers. He then steps forward to me, “Watch your mouth, Bastard.”I try to speak but I hear a bell. I turn towards the direction of the sound and I see the Rogue Prince walking in, with his guards walking behind him like some acolytes, his shoulder bandaged.Every single murmur disappears, fear creeping out of everyone. He climbs the dais, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingers on George and I for a while, my heart begins to race.I am certain my fear is different from theirs. They all know what the rogues are capable of, what they do to their captives. They haven't harmed anyone yet, he definitely has an agenda and I'm certain everyone of us feels it won't be a

TessaMy heart skips a beat. What does any of this have to do with the beast’s brother? I swallow, his hands still teasing my cheeks.“Should we talk about Alfred?” He leans in, his breath brushing against my ears. “Or should we talk about how I intend to punish you?” He asks, whispering.“Punish me… for what?” I ask, widening my eyes.He pulls out and smiles.I don't find it funny, I think I find him irritating and annoying. He seems condescending and intimidating. He is like George. Entitled rich brat.Nevertheless, my heart still races.“Really… Have you ever shot a man and gone Scotfree before?”I stare at the bandage on his shoulder. I am about to speak but a phone buzzes.I throw my gaze to the direction of the buzz. The female rogue picks it up from the table where papers and maps are scattered beside it.She stares at the screen for a while, then looks at Damon, her expression unreadable.“What is it?” Bianca….. You look like a Moron.” Damon says.She throws her gaze at me. “

TessaHis driver holds up my chin. I press my lips tightly together and I squeeze my eyes shut. There is no need to try to fight it. My chest tightens as my heart pounds like a warning drum. Suddenly I hear the sharp crack of a gunshot. My eyes fly open. I see that it was targeted to the forehead of George's driver. He falls to the floor instantly while George freezes in shock.My gaze snaps to the direction of where it came from and my heart skips a beat.Damon strides forward with a gun in his grip, his eyes darkening in terror. Timothy and the other guard let go of me instantly.Still, Damon cocks his gun and begins firing at the guards, they drop to the floor, blood spilling across the ground.I throw my gaze at George, he is terrified and so are Rose and Ann. A sly smile spreads across my lips as I see his feet trembling beneath him.Damon's gaze sweeps past me, hardening when it lands on George. Without hesitation, he fires.George grabs Rose by the arm, yanking her in front o

Tessa My heart drops and I quickly throw my glance at Damon. His jaw is clenched, his pupils are dilated, looking upset and serious.I don't even know what to make out of this. Some moments ago, he was adamant about sending me over but now, he seems hesitant.“I'm guessing this is the part where you realise you shouldn't have come alone.” Damon says.I throw my gaze back at the Lycan king's brother, who looks around him and scoffs. The whole arena is surrounded with rogue soldiers but this doesn't make him flinch.He smiles then takes a step forward. He then begins to stare at me. I quiver but I force myself to stand firm, looking back at him.“I am not your enemy… child.” He says.“And neither am I.” Damon snaps, pulling a gun from his trousers and aiming it at the man’s chest.My breath catches as the Lycan king's brother steps closer, closing the distance and letting the muzzle of the gun press against his chest.“I don't think you want to make an enemy of my brother…. Rogue Princ

Tessa His stares are suddenly cold and my heart races further. He swipes to the next piece of the torn letter as he interchanges his glances on the letter and I. He stops, focusing his gaze on me alone.He opens his mouth to speak but doesn't. He glances back at the piece, then swipes to the next piece.His phone buzzes, ruining the silence of the moment.He dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He then takes the call.“Relaxa, frater. In via sum cum lupo albo. Mox tua erit.” he says to the caller.My father never gave me the opportunity to attend school, I was never fluent in Latin like my sister was. But everyone knows what lupo albo stands for. The white wolf. My heart skips a beat at the realization that I'm the subject of his conversation.He looks at me, then continues. “Non tamen ut interfectrix videtur.”There is a moment of silence.“Te audio, frater.” he says and hangs up, dipping back his phone into his pocket. “We should leave now.” He says, throwing his