บททั้งหมดของ Alpha’s Unclaimed Stripper: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Doris Wyatt lay on her bed. She had just been given her last dose of medicine for the day and it was not dark outside yet. To that effect, she sat up on her large bed, courtesy of the hospital, and leaned her back against the headboard. She kept her eyes fixed on the long and short hands of the antique clock in front of her, watching the hands rotate around all the numbers. She noticed the thinnest of the hands moved faster, while the other two barely moved at all. It was the subtle push of her door that stole her attention from the clock in front of her. She tilted her head to the side slowly, her eyes caught sight of a masculine shadow cast on the floor, tall and broad. Doris's eyes widened as she leaned out of her bed. She could not bring herself to turn her neck any further, the nurses had asked her to stay in one position and call them if she needed to move for any reason. So, she could not see who it was that stood by the side of her door, but from the silhouette, she had a fe

Jojo: Mel and I returned to bed after our discussion. Despite the money I had been sent, it was hard to relax and think straight. I had to decide for the baby I was carrying, it was growing with every passing second. I continued to turn and toss in bed. I couldn't sleep, or do anything at all. Mel seemed to notice it. She sat up in the middle of the night and tapped my right shoulder. I jerked up immediately before I turned to her. She had sleepy bags underneath her eyes, I could tell she was stressed. She had spent long hours at work the previous day and I knew she would be working throughout today as well. She flashed me a sad smile and stretched a hand to squeeze my thigh gently."Are you alright? You can't sleep?" Was I alright? I shook my head as I looked at her. I did not want to cry, but I could not help it. Tears flooded my eyes again. Valerie was sleeping on a smaller bed close to us, I did not want to wake her up. I looked around our cubic room and heaved a long sigh.

Ever since Bentley told them of Jojo's resignation, Ashley's mind had not been settled. She knew for a fact that Jojo had not resigned. The alpha had bitten off more than he could chew and decided to send Jojo away for it. If Jojo ever had thoughts about leaving, she would have known. But instead, Jojo was not even allowed to pack her belongings from the room, they were currently being packed into a Hilux truck which would deliver them to whatever address she provided. Ashley and Zita stood in the corridor and watched in silence, while Jojo's belongings were packed out of her room. She could tell from the dust n the air, that they were sweeping out everything she ever touched. Their training session today had been very stressful. Zelda and the rest of the girls had decided to get ice cream, but all Ashley and Zita wanted to do was rest. But Ashley was not sure if she wanted to rest anymore. Anger blossomed in the pit of her stomach as she stood in the corridor, Zita chewed away on h

Enough! Enough is enough! Ashley continued to scream in her head as she paced about her room. She was tired of being quiet and watching everyone else stay quiet as though they did not know what had happened. Just as she told Kenji, the alpha had certainly bitten off more than he could chew and only made Jojo suffer the ultimate consequences of it. It was not a fair dismissal. If it had been, Jojo would have been asked to say goodbye and vacate the premises with all her belongings. Instead, they were throwing her things out, like her being there was taboo. What could she do? She knew she could not stay silent. She also knew that she could not challenge the authorities to bring Jojo back. It was not in her place, and the one man she had expected to help was nothing but a puppet, dancing to the alpha's tunes. As she fell on her bed, frustrated, a thought lit up in her mind like a light bulb. She looked around the room and smiled to herself. Yes! There was nothing she could do on her o

"Hey guys, I'll like you to meet my best friend, who's also my older sister and my mom all in one. Her name is Mel." Jojo pulled Mel to the front, and it was only a matter of time until the girls warmed up to Mel's wits, charm, and humor. Before you know it, they were all around the table, laughing and chattering their voices and heads away. Two of the champagne bottles had been emptied, only one half empty one remained on the table. Jojo had a can of orange juice in front of her, since the doctor had warned her about consuming alcohol while pregnant.Deep down, she wished she could drown herself in glasses of champagne, she needed all of it to calm the voices in her head. All the screams that jabbed at her, the invisible fingers that poked her eyes, telling her she would not be able to cope, reminding her of all the times life had turned out to be hell for her. Jojo observed all her friends - including Mel - with slight envy. She wished she could get as wasted as them, throw her hea