The Don and Her Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Sophia’s POVNothing good ever came from right swiping on a guy standing in front of an expensive item on a dating app. Double-fed flags if he said his name was Todd.I should have known better, yet there I was, sitting alone in a charming New Orleans coffee shop, waiting for my supposed date who was now running thirty minutes behind. I knew it was foolish to wait for someone I barely knew, but he represented a temporary reprieve from my suffocating life.After weeks of secretly planning my escape to experience a taste of freedom with him, his tardiness was not only infuriating but also threatening to ruin my plans. And if my grandfather were to find out, especially when I should be honing my skills with his men, learning to throw knives and embracing my family's legacy... l'd be dead meat.My grandfather, Emilio, had brokered a high-stakes deal with rival, Dominique, who had challenged him for the title of Don. Normally, my grandfather would have swiftly eliminated such a threat, bu

SOPHIA"Hey!" | yelled, trying to shake off the man who had grabbed me by the wrist and was pulling me towards a corner. I swiftly retrieved my taser, ready to use it as soon as his firm grip on me loosened.When it did, I swiftly shoved it against his skin, and he let go almost immediately, his yell of pain barely audible over the thumping music, his scream sounding more like a muffled whisper."What the fuck, man?" he exclaimed, his eyes blazing with annoyance as he darted his gaze at me.I furrowed my brow, my eyes locked onto his face, and that's when it hit me. - it was the taxi driver from earlier. His features etched with a scowl, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. What right did he have to drag me into a corner like that? I thought, my instincts on high alert.For a split second, I wondered if he was one of the goons my family had sent to haul me back home. Maybe he was…"Why are you here? Are you following me?" I asked, my word

SOPHIA"What's your take on werewolves?" Dean—as I've come to know him as—asked, his question cutting through the pulsating music of the club. It was a surprisingly random inquiry to me, especially in a place where the usual conversation starters revolved around drinks, music, or hookups.My preconceived notions about clubs, fueled by the romance novels I'd read, had led me to expect a more predictable, flirtatious atmosphere. But Dean's question caught me off guard, and I found myself intrigued.Instead of answering directly, I countered with a question of my own, trying to keep the tone light."Why? Are you one?" I asked, intending it as a playful jab. But the smirk that had been playing on Dean's lips faltered for a moment, replaced by a fleeting glint in his eyes that made my eyebrows furrow in curiosity."I wish I was," Dean said with a wistful sigh, his tone betraying a deep-seated longing.Despite the initial nervousness I had felt, Dean's playful demeanor put me at ease, and

SOPHIA He pulled away from me, and I frowned, perplexed. I had thought he wanted to remove his already ripped trousers, but instead, he adjusted them and tucked his arousal back into place. I didn't understand why he was hesitating. I slid down from the sink and stumbled towards him, my feet awkward beneath me. As I reached him, I brushed against his hand, and he jerked in response to my touch. Suddenly, he grasped my neck, his fingers wrapping around it, and began sniffing the skin around my throat. I tensed, anticipating a love bite, but once again, he pulled away, leaving me bewildered. Huh? I glanced at my watch, realizing it was almost time. Determined to experience at least a moment of excitement before my butler arrived, I walked towards him and tapped him on the back. He spun around, with anger flashing in his eyes, but before he could react or utter a word, I summoned all my strength and employed the self-defense technique my father had taught me. With a swift mo

SOPHIA I'm not sure how long I slept during the ride, but I woke up to find the car parked on the side of the road, with no sign of my butler. I looked out the window, thinking he might have stepped out to stretch his legs or relieve himself, but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked around the car and found my phone by the side of the passenger seat. I switched it on immediately and attempted to call my butler. The line rang through, but to my surprise, his phone was still in the car. I quickly released my seatbelt and searched for it, finding it on the floor near the brake pedal. A sense of unease settled in immediately. Just then, I noticed something on the front seat that caught my attention. It was an envelope, the kind my father used to send messages through my butler. The familiar seal on the envelope sparked my curiosity, and I wondered what could be so important that my father would send a message in such a discreet manner. I was tempted to open it immediately, but my curio