All Chapters of Accidental Alpha's Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Eleven Angel Williams (Age Ten) “Clap for Angel Williams she won the essay writing competition.” A round of applause rang from the little children in the classroom and my eyes flared up in satisfaction with a wide smile, my fingers curled in appreciation as I turned to bow to my fellow pupils, and bowed to my teacher. A brown box handed over to me while my little fingers clutched it tightly to my chest with excitement. The first time I’ve been given anything, and winning our annual essay writing awards elevated my hopes for the future. I worked harder last year. I got second place and with my limited reading time with chores allocated to the children at the orphanage reading seemed like a luxury, but I did push myself harder reading whatever I could find, and studying the scriptures. I could read publications far above my school and age grade while practicing proper writing, the little op

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Thirteen Erica Vinci-Souza’s Pov What do you do when you see someone you love walking into his destruction? What does family mean to you when someone you cherish is at the point of danger? Over the years I’ve watched my family go through the worst, and rise to the better while I fold my hands doing nothing as insignificant as I was. What can a woman do anyway? “Stop sounding like a spoiled brat. I trained you better than that.” Mom reminded me for the fifth time this morning as I rolled my eyes. Why does no one get me? I don’t hate my brother’s new wife. I don't care from which cave she crawled out from but what I care about the most is my elder brother- Salvatore. He raised me after our Dad’s death and took it upon his young shoulders to make sure I didn’t lack any fatherly attention. He was deeply fixated on making sure my life was rosy, and growing up watching my big brother shoulder his responsibilities.

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Fifteen Angel’s POV A few days after Salvatore’s explosive outburst, put a knife through us individually the way we communicated or things we shared with one another. He focused on his work and while I focused my energy into other aspects of our vacations such as sight seeing, marveling at nature and when at home making meals. We barely spoke even when we ate, and during the night he buried himself with work and days with endless calls. I survived worse in the orphanage. One year of his indifference towards me won’t break me. I woke up and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast and was startled to the spot to see Ciara with an apron making breakfast. “What are you doing here?” She whips her neck, flashes a smile and goes back to stirring her meal. “Breakfast will be ready.” She enjoyed clicking her tongue. “Breakfast? You walked into my kitchen and you’re making breakfast witho

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Seventeen Angel’s POV The preacher finished the funeral rites and in an hour Grandpa was laid to rest in a grave filled with flowers, his favorite stuff he liked, a baseball and a multitude of written letters in small stamps at his graveside. After that we went back into church to complete the rights with the rest of the family members seated in the large cathedral dressed in black. Black shoes, stylish suits, and expensive black glasses and with an air and flair of authority- the mighty Vinci-Souzas. Salvatore was seated with his mother, their hands intertwined. Her head slightly resting on his shoulders and the image of him being her safe haven melted my heart in ways I couldn’t explain. How does he feel? What’s running through his chaotic mind? Ever since we spoke yesterday he hasn’t said a word to me, nor did he sleep in our bedroom. He came in the morning, had his shower, changed into his suit, and drove hims

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Nineteen Salvatore’s POV (Morning) What the fuck? Why is she stubborn and has so much guts? The thought of Angel hasn’t left my mind, my heart has been consumed with thoughts of her all night. Sleep eroded me to an extent I grew mad with paranoia. My attitude towards her lately is wrong but she wouldn’t agree to be docile or listen. I underestimated her due to her predicament, and now I’m left to suffer the consequences of the slip. She’s more than what meets the surface; she's hard as a rock within and with so much willpower and headstrong values. Why is she not like the other women who must have been seething with joy to be given millions without doing nothing but here she was going against everything I instructed her. Offering a foot rub to Mom. The first day Grandpa met her he swooned over her , and now my mother is so pleased with her. I can’t let my heart be dec