Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unwillingly Yours: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Simon checked the time, pacing around the room as he bit his lips nervously. "What was I even thinking?"He looked down at the outfit he was wearing. A black satin shirt that hung on his slender form, stopping just above his laps, exposing the pale thighs and legs."There's still time to—"The doorbell rang, cutting him off and the omega stilled, heart skipping a beat."I need to go and change—"The bell rung again more urgently and repeatedly and Simon ran to open it. He flung it open, heart stopping at the sight of Kyle standing at the door.The alpha was dressed in a navy suit that defined his muscular build. His usually tidy hair was slightly messy, like he had ran his fingers through it on the way.His gaze trailed over Simon and the omega's body tingled in response to the heated gaze. "Why did you send that picture to me?"Simon swallowed, shifting on his feet. He was suddenly aware of his exposed legs. "I was feeling a bit...""Rebellious?" the alpha finished for him, eyes fill

Vernon's heart skipped a beat as they stopped at an unmarked headstone. He glanced at the alpha, barely able to hide his nervousness."Is this...? He trailed off, unsure."It's my dad's," Xavier clarified. He stared at the headstone, a blank expression on his face."Why is it unmarked?"The alpha's lips twitched. "It was his last wish." He exhaled quietly. "Dad never said why he wanted it that way."Vernon swallowed and looked back at the headstone. He tightened his grip on his husband's hand as he took a step forward. "I'm Vernon," he began, voice slightly shaky. From his peripheral vision, the omega could see Xavier's brow raised in surprise."I'm honored to meet you, Mr. Donovan. Your son is an amazing man, alpha and husband," he added. "I'm lucky to be with him."Vernon licked his dry lips. "I promise to love, support and care for your son for as long as I draw breath. Don't worry about him being alone.""He might not be the kindest person out there but..." Xavier let out a quie

Vernon kept his eyes on his plate, the streaming broth filling his nose with its spicy and delicious scent.The omega gingerly took a spoonful and let out a quiet sigh of content.Across the dining table, Alyssa smiled at him. "Do you like it?"Vernon nodded, looking at her. "It's delicious."She beamed at his response, eyes filled with barely contained excitement. "I'm glad you like it.""I made it myself."The omega blinked, stunned at the information. He couldn't imagine a woman of her status entering the kitchen to cook when there were maids to do the job.Alyssa understood his expression and giggled, hiding her mouth with a hand. She leaned back in her chair. "It's a recipe that's been in the family for years now."Vernon was intrigued. "Really?"She hummed. "I can teach you if you want."The omega's eyes widened at the offer. "Really?"Alyssa chuckled. "Yeah. I can—"Fabian coughed loudly, interrupting their conversation and they both kept quiet. He raised a brow, eyes stern. "D

They entered an empty classroom and Mike whirled around to face him, eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"Asher casually leaned on the wall, crossing his arms. "Do you always curse this much?"Mike raised a finger and poked the other's chest with it. "Why are you staring at me all the time?""It's making my friends uncomfortable!"Asher easily caught the finger in his grip, a smirk playing on his lips. "Only your friends?""You're happy that I stare at you, aren't you?"Mike swallowed, face turning red. "You're ridiculous!""I'm trying to be serious here!" He tried to pull away but the other held on."I'm also not joking, Michael." Asher leaned forward, eyes trained on his face. "You're mine, aren't you?""It's only normal to stare—""I'm not yours!" Mike yelled, pulling away. His chest heaved and he took a deep breath. "You have to stop this delusional—"Asher chuckled lowly, cutting him off. "It doesn't change facts."Mike parted his lips to retort when a sharp pain in

The memorial service was held the Donovan garden and was a small affair, with the Donovan family members, a few acquaintances and their friends in attendance.The framed photograph of Xavier's father, Dominique Donovan was placed on a stand at the front, surrounded by dahlias and marigolds.Vernon's eyes were focused intently on the photo. Xavier's father in the coloured photograph appeared to be a distinguished, mature man in his late fifties. He has the same strong, commanding bone structure that Xavier inherited: a sharp, well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight, aristocratic nose that gives an impression of quiet authority.His eyebrows are thick and perfectly arched, much like his son's, framing eyes that are deep obsidian black — intense and piercing even in the still photo, though they lack the intensity Xavier shows in moments of anger.The omega briefly wondered if the calmness was a result of the years of discipline and control.Dominique's hair is jet-black,