Todos os capítulos de The Cruel Alpha Is My Mate: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

AriaSophia had really gone back to her pack as she warned, she's a woman of her words I must say, but better for me now, since Dexter now has his room to himself. Thinking of the nights they spent together in this very room made my intestines twist.I watched the clock on the wall, counting the minutes, waiting for Dexter to step into his room. I know he has been busy, so if I don't take this step tonight, who knows when Sophia will be back and I won't even have the chance to do what I want.I lay there on the hard bed, my eyes on the ceiling, several thoughts running through my head. How is Whitney, my sister, doing? Since Dexter freed her from their pack prison, she had gone back to our pack, but I hadn't heard from her—not like there's a way I could. I can't get a hold of a phone anyway.And Lucas… only God knows if he hates me now. I made him suffer in Dexter's hands. I rolled to my side and curled into a ball, briefly reminding myself of the reason I am about to do this. I will

AriaThe morning air was fresh, breezy, the coffee table pushed over only slightly so the cool breeze slithered through the slightly open window, suiting my skin to an almost eerie gentleness. Heck, that felt comforting, a complete contrast to the heat and intensity of last night. My body aches all over but damn, it was a good feeling, a place where we had disappeared into, lost ourselves in, the unfiltered passion, the raw hunger.I kept my eyes shut, enjoying it but my instincts were pricked by awareness. Something was off. Something was different. I rolled onto my side, shifting, waiting for the usual emptiness next to me, the cold empty space he always left after we fucked. Instead, my face hit against something firm. Something warm. Something breathing.I opened my eyes, and there was Dexter!His bare chest rising and falling, slow, steady breaths lay beside me. He was relaxed in his features, his lips slightly parted, with his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. He looke

AriaThe moment I heard Sophia’s voice, my body tensed.I didn’t have to see her to know she was seething. It was in her clipped tone, the sharpness of her words, the way she tried to keep her voice calm but failed miserably. She had just found out I spent the night in Dexter’s room, and it was tearing her apart. Good.From my place in the dimly lit hallway, I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, listening. Sophia was hissing, barely containing her frustration. “How can you allow this, mother? How can you let that—that woman stay here, I...I can't stand and watch, my brother has no idea what is going on, I can't even tell him because I pressured him to agree to this marriage because I love Dexter?”That woman. I smirked. That’s all I would ever be to her, and I was more than fine with that.“I won’t let this slide,” she went on, voice rising. “Dexter is mine, I won't let some little girl show up and ruin what we've carefully put together. We are to be married, and this—this humiliat

DexterAria had been surprisingly calm and behaving good, I knew she was planning something but she had no fucking clue what she was doing to me.Aria was standing there with her arms crossed, her eyes looking straight at me as if challenging me to be the first one to blink. The same challenge I had to endure the moment she came into my life was now showing through her eyes. Nobody had the audacity to give me such a gaze—one that bore the absolute absence of fear and the willingness to jump on me and snap my neck just to prove a point. Logically, I should’ve been infuriated by this.But hell, I was spellbound.The only sounds I could hear were the distant whistling of the night outside. I couldn’t take my eyes off her heaving chest, the slowly coordinating tension travelling through her limbs, the tight grip around her fingers which made it seem like she was resisting the need to strike first. This wild woman was ready to fight, and for the most part, I should’ve let her have it.But

Dexter I wasn’t in the fucking mood for guests. Not today. Not when my mind was an overloaded mess and I couldn’t even finish a single damn thought without slamming into a wall called Aria. But the knock on my office door wasn’t the kind of tap you ignored. Sharp. Controlled. Entitled.Only one person knocked like that in this pack.“Come in,” I said, already bracing myself.The door opened, and sure enough, my mother stepped inside like she owned the goddamn air in the room. She didn’t wait to be invited, didn’t even glance around like she gave a fuck who might be in here. No. She walked with her usual quiet authority, long dress brushing the polished floor, her presence somehow managing to shift the entire room’s energy.I stood without thinking. It wasn’t out of fear. It was muscle memory. Respect. That was the only person on earth who ever got that from me without earning it.“You look like hell,” she said as she placed her clutch on the table. Her voice was sharp but smooth, lik