All Chapters of Seeking the Love of an Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I should go after him.I knew I should be racing after him, pleading for him to understand why that part of my life should be kept secret. Yet I found myself rooted to a spot, unable to even lift a limb. My brain screamed at me to pursue, my tongue burning with the unspoken truth; however, I continued to watch, staring at his retreating back, and it was only when he was out of sight that my limbs received strength and I put it to use.I began to walk, dragging myself slowly like one controlled by the wires of a puppeteer. My head was blank, yet my eyes took in the environment at the sight of life waking up: the birds greeting each other with their sweet song and gym enthusiasts trying to get their 10k steps before the sun rose.Everyone walked with a purpose, seemingly grateful for the new day, yet I was burdened by the shackles of my past.I shrugged, unwilling to let it weigh me down, and I broke into a light jog, needing the strain to clear my head.Somehow I landed in a building

“Rowan!” I yelled, my finger already tightening in a fist. Why did it always have to be like this? Why was he so adamant about encroaching on my private space after everything I have said?“No, Addison. I want to know why you are hellbent on keeping your life under wraps!” He yelled, and every thought of a peaceful weekend flew from my mind. Rowan dragged a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “Do you realize how difficult it is to trust someone who keeps everything a damn secret? I am here exposing myself to you, and you reward me with silence? Come on!”“Rowan, you can’t do this.” I shut my eyes, annoyed. My voice was weary, tired even. He always had to ruin things. This weekend was supposed to be a fun one, with lots of kissing, sex, and food, but as always, he just had to ruin it.“No, tell me. I want to know.” This time he reached for me, encasing my wrist in his hold, and I struggled to set myself free. “What did you do that is making you run away from your past? Why can’t I k

Rowan stared at me, his lips turned in a snarl. “Look who is talking.”“Rowan!” I yelled, my nails digging into my palm. “Why don’t I have any idea that your close friends are actually werewolves and they have also been in this city? Do they know I am one of them?” My voice was high-pitched as the thought came to mind, and I shuddered, thinking of the absolute worst that could happen if they managed to know what I was.“I don’t think it is any of your business, Addison.” He said with a bite, already turning toward his room when I blocked his path, livid.“Do they know that I am a werewolf?” I demanded, my eyes blazing with so much fire. “Do they know we are alike? Rowan!”“No!” He yelled, dragging his fingers through his hair. “Fucking no. They don’t know anything about you except that we are together.”“Shit!” I exclaimed, breathing hard like I just finished a marathon. It was a good thing they didn’t know about me, or else I wouldn’t have been standing here. Then I remembered someth

“Who are you?” The guards barked as I reached the entrance, their voices sending shivers all through my body, and it was not the good kind.Memories of my run-in with the pack guards flooded my mind, none of them good, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Still, I took a deep breath, channeling whatever little strength I had to help me through this.“Who the hell are you?” Another guard barked, easily towering over me. His voice was deep and threatening, and I raised my head to see him sporting a smug smile, no doubt happy he was causing terror to me.I imagined he was the type that would jerk off to his voice. But I ignored all of that, focusing on the guard that still looked at least reasonable.“I am Raya,” I began, a little hint of a smile showing on my lips at the name acknowledgment, but I realized my name change may not have been publicly acclaimed, so I tried again. “I am Ryan Everhart, and I have returned home.”“Ryan Everhart?” The rude guard growled, coming to stand

I blinked slowly, trying to process the question and think of an answer, because what exactly could I say? That my boyfriend, or whatever we were, lied to me, and I couldn’t be vulnerable around him, so I left.That I was tired of hiding who I was and wanted to be someplace where I could actually be myself? That I didn’t even understand who I was anymore?But I swallowed all of that down and tried to think of something that was more appealing.“I thought it was time I came to greet my family and see how you all are doing since you couldn’t reach out to me.” I simply told them, and my mother’s eyes went aflame.“You were the one who ran away before we could even say a proper goodbye, and we have not heard from you for a year now. “How do you expect things to be after that?” My mother barked, standing up, her fingers already forming into fists, and my chest tightened, heat crawling up my spine as the anger she had been hoarding finally surfaced.“Why don’t we all sit down?” My father su