Todos os capítulos de Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Killian’s POV Freya must have been too tired because she didn’t open her eyes throughout the night. If I didn’t feel her slow, steady breaths against my skin, I would have assumed the worst. Me, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss this moment. So I stayed up, caressing her hair as she lay on my chest. She stirred a little, more than usual, and when she moaned, I knew she was about to wake up from her sleep. I closed my eyes, my hands still locked around her waist. She stiffened once she spun to see me. She slipped away from my grip, and I let her go. I didn't want to overwhelm Freya this morning. The healers had talked about a shift in her hormones. With such a good night’s sleep, she should be fine… but then a sudden gag escaped her. “Urgh!” I snapped my eyes open. All I saw was her retreating figure speeding to the bathroom. I flung the cover and dashed after her instantly. “Freya!” I called her name. She rushed inside the bathroom and grabbed the sink before emptyi

Freya’s POVWhen Killian said he wanted to murder our pup, I didn’t want to think about whether it was on purpose or if he was really worried.But for a moment, when he held me, I felt his heart race faster than normal.Maybe he was really worried.I watched as he did up the buttons of his suit and started knotting his tie.His trousers hugged the shape of his tight butt.“Get dressed. We are leaving in an hour.”We?What did he mean by “we”? I thought.Not hearing any response from me, Killian spun around.I was still on the bed, in my bathrobe. My hair was still dripping from the warm shower Killian had prepared for me.He was acting awfully nice. At this rate, how could I hate such a man?“Freya.”“Hmm?”He inclined his head to the side; his lips curved down slightly.“You said you wanted to work. I’m offering to take you.”Right. Yesterday I told Killian I wanted to start working in his company. The Greymark family had almost a conglomerate business empire.Killian was mostly over

Killian’s POVI didn’t have the answer to her question because I didn’t know why I did it.Kale got overwhelmed by her scent, and we both lost control.I didn’t mean to scare her.But that look in her eyes—terror wrapped around her like a shield.She stepped back, her hands clutched her robe tighter. “If you had marked me and I wasn’t prepared, do you have even the slightest inkling about what could have happened to the pup?”I swallowed, body still reeling from the daze.It wasn’t like that…I took a deep breath, knowing full well I had lost control.Even now, I was barely holding on.“Hansel will bring you to the company. I can’t be around you now.”I left before Freya replied; my heart was pounding in ways I never expected.Getting outside, the scorching hot sun seared my skin, but the fire between my chest rose up even more.Toward the garage, betas and omegas whispered their greetings and gave the practiced bow.I barely heard anything they were saying.Getting inside my car, the

Freya’s POV“Umm… actually, I’m—”“Mr. Philip…”The venomous tone at the edge of her voice told me the person speaking was Vivian. Seeing her, all the assistants scattered back to their desks and focused on their work. If a pin dropped, it would echo across the room. I stole a glance toward where Killian had stood, but he wasn’t there anymore. A lingering sensation pooled deep in my chest. Vivian’s heels tapped a few times against the floor as she came over toward us. Seeing me, the smile on her face brightened. That was unusual, because she had never smiled at me—not even once. What was she up to this time? She placed a hand over my shoulders. “This is the new assistant, right?” Mr. Philip only nodded, his face colder than before when his eyes locked on Vivian. “Killian told me to handle her so she could get comfortable.” Why would he do that? I mean, he didn’t exactly have any reason not to, but if he really told her to do this, then why send Hansel to ta

Freya’s POVSlowly my eyes began to drift open. I saw a figure.I blinked through the fog. Slowly, recognition covered my gaze. Killian was leaned over the table, close enough that his shadow fell across me, one hand buried in my curls. His fingers moved, slowly stroking through my hair in long soothing passes that sent heat curling down my spine. His hazel eyes stayed locked on the scattered papers in front of him, focused,yet every gentle scrape of his fingertips against my scalp felt intentional and possessive. Sea surged forward, her low whine vibrating in my chest, even as my human mind screamed to pull away. The contrast was maddening: his calm, unhurried attention to the documents while his hand claimed me without looking up.Even after everything I had heard from Mr. Philip. I just watched his hazel eyes. Something about this moment reminded me of those days in my past life when I would hide behind the door, all to get a glimpse of him. Not once did he notice—I w