Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Sentence: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Greer, I seated table nine,” Vanessa says, peering around the divider with a grin. “Your section was looking a little empty.”“Van–” I stop myself. She doesn’t care. She does this every time. It was looking empty because my shift was over, you unbearable ass. “Yeah, I’ll just clock back in.”“You do that,” she says with a dismissive wave, grin broadening at my scowl. Fucking bitch.I let out a sigh and yank my apron back off the hook, swearing as my pen scatters across the floor. On top of not getting shit for tips today, now I have to stay late. Did I have plans? No. But I’m so sick of these walls, I’m ready to scream.For the third time today, and the millionth time of the week, I consider picking up smoking just for the excuse it will give me to escape outside during these unbearable shifts.“Hi, my name is Greer, and I’ll be your server today. What can I get started for you?” I say the usual spiel as I approach the table.My nose itches.Not like I need to sneeze. It’s deeper tha

His hands grip my hips with a savagery barely held in check, hauling me into the hard line of his body until there’s no space left between us.I gasp, breath snagging as my fingers claw at his shoulders. The heat rolling off him burns through my skin. I drag myself higher, arms locking around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair like I’m drowning and he’s the only thing solid enough to hold.His mouth crashes into mine. No warning. No restraint. Tongue and teeth and possession, all of it brutal and consuming. There’s nothing gentle in it. Just need, raw and absolute.I whimper into his mouth, hips rolling helplessly into the hard press of his arousal, my body begging for something my pride still refuses to name.His lips tear away, only to drag down my throat, mouth finding the frantic pulse there. He tastes me like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing in reach.Fabric gives way beneath his hands. My shirt tears. My pants split. Every touch is a demand. Every movement a threat to

I can’t look up. The hands on my shoulders are still holding me in place, but I know that voice. The man from the diner.“Alpha, the sentence has already been read,” the old man says. There’s a wobble in his tone now.My blood runs cold at the title. Alpha. If anything I’ve read from all those paranormal romance novels is true, then this man is far more dangerous than I gave him credit for.“Release her,” Diner Man says. His steps sound closer.The hands holding me down let go immediately. Not before I feel the tremble in them.They’re scared of him.I was wrong about the old man being the leader.I sit back on my heels, eyes locked on the blade that almost ended my life, my body trembling uncontrollably. It isn’t until Diner Man steps fully into my line of sight that I finally look up at him.He looks exactly the same as he did in the diner. Same hard mouth. Same cold eyes. Same expression, like my existence is an inconvenience he never asked for.His gaze drops to my neck, then flick

“You have twelve minutes to eat, dress, and be ready to go,” he says, motioning toward the bowl of stew.“Have you met a woman before?” I ask, lowering myself into the chair and turning the wooden spoon in my fingers. I’m not sure I want to eat badly enough to risk a splintered lip.He doesn’t look back.“I will drag you out of this house in twelve minutes,” he says flatly. “Do what you like with the time until then. The end result will be no different.”The door shuts behind him.“Prick,” I mutter under my breath, bringing the spoon to my lips.God, it’s the best stew I’ve ever had.I don’t understand how this is what happened to whatever that black stuff was.I shove another bite into my mouth and glance over my shoulder to make sure the door is still closed. It is.Then I push away from the table and walk along the wall, inspecting the shelves again. They’re all identical. Not a label in sight. I would be impressed by his memory if I didn’t violently hate his guts.I reach for one

I wake to the sound of a rooster.Not the distant, pastoral kind. Not a soft farm-in-the-distance situation where it’s outside and charming and part of the scenery.No.I am not in a dream. I am in a nightmare.I wake up to a rooster on my bed. Two feet from my face. Screaming like I personally offended his ancestors.“I bought you an alarm clock,” Rurik says from somewhere behind the screaming animal.It takes me a second to find him, leaning against the wall by the closet, arms crossed, entirely too pleased with himself.“You’re welcome,” he adds when our eyes meet, like he expects gratitude for whatever the fuck this is.“Get this thing away from me,” I screech, scrambling out of bed and across the room.“Oh, now you’re going to act scared of a cock?” he says, mouth tipping into a smirk I immediately want to erase from his face.“Why wouldn