บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Father Wants Me : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

VINCE “Is he being serious? I hope not.” Leo was saying. He's been talking for minutes, and it was both draining and painful. “He is serious. He already signed his part.” I said yet again, staring at the blue cover file on my table. It had a logo that belonged to Richard's Pack. “Is he seriously trying to cut ties with our Packs?” Leo was at it again. “Isn’t that a bit too irrational?”A bit? You mean a lot. Cutting ties with our Packs would lead to a complete cultural shift. Because we're so attached, it'd be so hard for him to completely cut us off. And if he succeeds, it'll leave a scar on all of us. “You should talk to him, man. He listens to you…”“Not anymore. Richard and I are…” It was hard to admit, but — “...over. We're done, man.”It hurts but it is what it is. “So if he wants to cut ties with my Pack, then so be it. I'm just sorry you got dragged into my mess.”“Nah, don't worry about that. It's just sad that our relationship got this bad. I wish there was a way to fix

VINCE I woke up with a loud groan because of the monstrous migraine I was having. Opening my eyes was torture but I tried. The sun rays hit right on them, making me groan even louder. Who the fuck opened these blinds??I rubbed my aching eyes and dropped my hand back on the bed. The thing is, it didn't hit the bed. It hit a body. My face turned sharply in the direction, stunned at the sight of Anastasia, sleeping. What the fuck was she doing on my bed??Taking note of the fact that she was naked under the sheets, as I was, aroused a bad retching feeling in my throat. I didn't need someone to explain to me what the fuck happened. I think I already figured it out and it was disgusting the fuck out of me. Growing rigid with anger, I tapped her thighs. She didn't budge. I gave her a more vigorous shake, and she opened those eyes immediately. She had a satisfied smirk on her face that was only making me feel worse.“Morning, love.” she mused. “What the fuck are you doing on my bed?”

RICHARD The harmonious chatter from the crowd was like a symphony to my ears. Watching everyone with smiles warmed the deepest part of my heart. As an Alpha, I think the best moments of your lives should be when your people are happy, and it's all thanks to you. “Greetings, Alpha.” One of the soldiers guarding the gates came to me and whispered in my ear. “Greetings. Is there a problem?” I whispered back.“They're here,” he informed me. Finally!“Alright." Excitement crowded my insides as he bowed and left. I signaled to one of my right-hand men, and he skillfully silenced the crowd. I stood, ready to address my people. Their expectant, innocent gazes rested on me as I began speaking.“I'd like to thank everyone for honoring my invitation. It calms my heart to see us bonding like this again, after all the recent tragedies.”Saying that must have hurt some feelings because I could spot some of them sobbing. “I'm really sorry that all I can do is give you houses and food. I wish

RICHARD Liam had just narrated word-for-word what went down between him and Vince. He showed up and Vince cancelled the meeting, demanding that I show up instead or send a family representative. “He's sick,” I hissed, intertwining my fingers. Anger was cooking inside me. And so was indignation. That bastard!“I can't agree less,” Liam muttered. “But what are we gonna do? He gave us three days and if we don't do what he wants, he will claim the building.”“He's an arrogant bastard.” Words couldn't do justice to the extent of my frustration. They weren't enough to vent my anger. “He is, but also an unreasonable one. I gather you both share equal rights to the building, right?”I nodded. “Yeah. 55-45. That's almost equal.”“Sure is, so why is he carelessly saying he's gonna claim the building? That goes against every business ethic I know. He can't claim it without your approval.”I wish that were true. I wish Vince were ethical and followed protocols. But I know him too well to know

ELENA I put on the silver matching earrings and necklace that Father gifted me earlier today. Watching my reflection in the mirror, I could see that I was a glowing depiction of beauty and anger. I've been so angry for three years and more tonight as I prepared to attend the Don-El party. The thought that he might be there was brewing intense rage in my chest. For three years, I've dreamt of nothing but confronting him. To lash out at him for what he did to me. For what he did to my little girl…Because what the fuck do you mean that I got rid of our first child, and he hated me so much for it, and insisted that I kept the second pregnancy, only to ignore our baby girl when she finally came? Now she's growing up without any fatherly love, and there's nothing I can do to fix that for her. Sure, she doesn't mention him and acts okay, but I'd be stupid to believe she isn't craving what her peers have — a complete family. If I see him tonight, if I get the chance, I'd love to smack h