Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ZANE:I got out of the car, and caught Damien sneering. I rolled my eyes. He wasn't my problem today. The air felt thick the second we walked in. I sat down in the first chair my legs could find, still trying to shake the drive and the call from Mother.Cole leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms. Damien paced by the window like he was waiting for a fight to start. He always did. And I had a proof plan. It was simple and efficient. Pretend he doesn't exist.Mom came into the room a few seconds later.She went straight to us, hugged Cole, then me, then went for Damien. He let her put her arms around him, but he straightened. Her eyes came up to his face. His bruise had gotten a bit darker, maybe faded than the last time but he still had a dark circle under his eyes that had now turned a nasty purple. “What happened to your face?” she asked.Damien just shrugged his shoulders. “Ah” he gave the dramatic effect of a tone and began the drama. “I don't know,” his eyes turned to me.

SORAGoddess save me. If this child of mine didn't kill me then I was going to live past eighty. My heart was thudding in my chest, thudding against my ribs to the point where I thought they would snap in two. Beauty was already halfway down the hall, her laughter echoing as she obviously thought this was the best game of telephone she'd ever played, the phone clutched tightly in her two small hands.“Bee! Bee! Come back here right now!”Her laughter grew even louder and she darted around the corner of the hall. I chased after her, my bare feet slapping against the marble floor as my panic grew with each step.She darted around the corner and straight into Mirabelle’s legs.I swallowed. My hands were shaking as I watched the phone fall from her hands and hit the floor.Beauty looked up at me with those huge eyes and said, “Sorry, Miss Mirabelle.”I dropped to my knees beside her, my words tumbling out in a rush of apology. “I am so sorry—she didn’t mean to do that. She was just playi

MIRABELLE:The coffee in my cup had gone cold twenty minutes ago. I was still holding it between my palms as if it were my lifeline as I listened to my voicemail greeting for the fourth time in a row.“Zane Blaster. Leave a message.”I pressed the red button hard enough to force my thumbnail backward.I made one more call and groaned when it went to voicemail again. I pressed my thumbnail against my lip and bit hard enough to taste my blood.I was not giving up. I scrolled through my contacts and found Martin’s number, and dialled it before I could change my mind.“Where is Zane?” I asked without a prelude.Martin let out a sigh through his nose. “Mistress. I don't know.”“I didn’t ask for your opinion. I asked where.”“He’s busy, Mirabelle. And I’m not his secretary.”I let my voice dip low and smooth and deadly. “You’ll do whatever I need you to do. I need you to find him. I’m not letting him get away after I’ve got him interested.”“That’s going to cost extra.”I let out a sharp l

ZANE: Lara shook her head. “So, I have heard. But, you know me, old friend. I don’t rush into things like that. Before I make my decision, I need to observe him for a few days.” I was about to jump up. “A few days?” This wasn't going to work. I'll handle it on my own. “Unless,” Lara went on like we hadn’t even spoken, “you want your demon half and your wolf half to fight each other for eternity.”I looked at Mom. “What is she even talking about? Demon? I’m an alpha, I shouldn't have a demon.” Mom looked sad, and I let the words flow. “Wait. Mom. Don't tell me…Did you cheat?” Mom looked like she had just been punched. “I have never cheated on your father. Even when I wanted to—because he was a goddamn devil.” “Then what—” Mom took a deep breath. “I have demon blood in me.” “Ah, great,” my hand covered my forehead as I processed everything. Not today Satan. Not in a million years. “Mom. This isn't the right time for your fantasy lores,” I spat. “Zane, I'm not lying.”My ha

SORA. That was it. I had enough of his shenanigans. I didn't care if he was stronger.All I wanted was for this asshole to leave but he wouldn't. Damien was a prick in the ass. I clenched my fists, breathing, panting silently as I lost my cool. His body inched closer, making my body weaker. He knew what he was doing. Son of a donkey. My lungs were working overtime to draw air. His arms were still at his sides, but his eyes... his eyes were still burning with desire. “Now,” he said, his voice smooth as honey, “what do I do with you?” Nothing, absolutely nothing. No. How about you get yourself out of my face. My mind kept throwing answers but I just couldn't force them out of my lips. Say it. Goddamn it. But Beauty… still needed me alive. Say it! “Move,” I forced out. “What?” He asked, his eyelids blinking with surprise. “Move,” I repeated. “I need to work.”The shock drained from his face and…Dear God, please no. He took another step forward, like he wanted to become me.