All Chapters of Mated To The Halfbreed Rogue Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: Allison “Fuck those bitches!” I cursed furiously as I viewed all the videos and the narrative they were spreading. They were making us seem like the troublesome people, making it seem like I am putting up a fight with my sister because I am still in love with Williams. I thought Mom was trying to locate Freddie when she was dabbling with her phone earlier. I had no idea that she was gathering evidence to set me up. They were just pushing us around, causing trouble and argument that would cause us to react the way they wanted. They fucking set us up.The edited video showed Ariana spilling guacamole on me, capturing my horrified expression and framing it to look like I was the one who’d done the spilling, deliberately ruining her moment. How naive I must have been to think that they could somehow see the light and choose empathy over jealousy. It was all a trap, and I had walked right into it. I kept replaying those moments in my head, trying to find a way out of the chaos that

POV: Allison “Remember Peaches, you need to set boundaries with your mom and sister. Save the best for last, don’t overplay it,” Ray warned me as the guests started trooping in, including the reporters that sneaked in and pretended to be guests. I pretended not to have noticed their presence because I know I would be needing them before the end of the day. The moment Mom and Ariana walked in, I was hyper-aware of their presence, and their attempts to project calmness made my skin crawl. There was a tightness in the air. Anxiety and resentment buzzed beneath the surface of polite conversation. I watched them exchange glances, and it felt as if the air itself had spun thick with unspoken words and fractured memories.“Ladies and gentlemen!” I announced, raising my glass, drawing attention. The murmurs quieted down, all eyes fixed on me. “I just want to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight to join us as we celebrate our family reunion party.’” I smiled broadly, my he

POV: Allison “That’s the difference between Ariana and me, Ray. She expects commitment from Williams because she is carrying his child. But I don’t expect anything from you, Raymond. I don’t have any expectations, and we are not bound by commitments or loyalty. We just care deeply for each other and for our babies,” I told him, smiling. I thought he would be happy that I do not expect anything from him; I thought that’s what he wanted until I looked up and saw the frown on his face. “What’s wrong, Ray? Did I say something wrong?” I asked him, looking into his eyes. But he simply smiled down at me, turned to lean on the bar, and sipped from his glass of bourbon. I could feel the rage oozing from him. I tried to think back to what I said, but I don’t know what could have made him react this way. The party was getting boring because I couldn’t bring myself to leave Ray's side when I knew that he was furious at me. Ariana and Mon sat waiting for William while I still sat by Ray's side,

POV: Allison As I stared into his eyes, the room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unspoken tension. I thought back to when Ray had calmly pulled my hand to his chest. His heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath my palm, a rhythmic pulse that felt both grounding and intoxicating. “You hurt me right here,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of emotion. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, as if daring me to look away. I felt his words resonate deep within me, a mix of guilt and desire swirling in my chest. Slowly, he began to pull away, his eyes never leaving mine, searching for any sign of resistance. But there was none. My cheeks flushed, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the electric current of our unspoken passion crackled between us.“You’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl,” Ray continued, his tone deliberate, almost clinical, yet laced with a promise that made my stomach flip. “And you deserve to be punished. I’ll have to

POV: Allison His mouth left my skin, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt him move. Felt the bed dip as he knelt behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his hard length a searing brand against the curve of my rear. His hands slid from my hips, around to my stomach, then upward to claim my breasts again from behind.“So perfect,” he rasped in my ear, his voice rough. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching them just on the right side of pleasure-pain while his mouth found that spot on my neck, sucking lightly. “I could play with these for hours, Peaches. Watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”The crude, possessive words, spoken in that dark, intimate space, shattered the last of my inhibitions. A fresh flood of warmth soaked my core. I was dripping for him, needy and empty.One of his hands abandoned my breast, sliding down over the quivering plane of my stomach, through the damp curls below. He didn’t plunge in. He traced my folds with a single, firm fin