All Chapters of When The Alpha Wanted What Wasn’t His: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wesley That quiets her down. Her chin quivers before she asks, “Why did you do it? You mean to say you’ve basically given me a life sentence, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” I guess when she puts it that way, I did kind of ruin shit.But I’m not about to tell her that she can break the bond just like Falcon did.“Why did you do it to me? What made you choose me out of all the wolves available?”Good question. “It was the only way I could think of in the moment to keep from tearing you in two. To make it better.”She still doesn’t get it. I don’t know whether to laugh or to feel sorry for her.“Because if you’re talking about when I stabbed you, that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been here in the first place. You’re the one who started all of this. And now, you’re going to gaslight me into thinking this is all for my benefit?” She touches a palm to her chest, laughing. “I might have shifted for the first time tonight, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Also, I’m not an idiot.

ZoeyEverything’s changing so fast, and I can’t keep up when most of my attention is focused on wanting to get laid.Strange, but in my mind’s eye, I see an interesting scene playing out. What would it be like to walk into that banquet and have both Wesley and Falcon want to claim me? I wonder if I could drive them as crazy as they’ve been driving me. This is all so new. Nobody’s ever paid attention to me before, not sexually. I wasn’t worth more than torturing and beating. But now, it’s like I have this new power to go along with my newly arrived wolf. For once, maybe I can have a little fun.“Fucking stop!” My voice is almost deafeningly loud, but it shakes me out of the direction my thoughts are headed, anyway. It’s bad enough that neither of them really wants me. Why does my wolf insist on torturing me, forcing me to think about them? No, to fantasize, which is so much worse. I scrub myself down quickly before the desire to touch myself and relieve my tension leaves me wasting va

ZoeyHe can’t be fucking serious, but he is. He saw me sitting here, watching, and still left with her. With her! Of all fucking people, he has to pick Haley? Haley, who, unfortunately, has two working eyes again? Was it too much to ask for her not to heal?And now he’s walking out without one more look at me.Nobody has to tell me what they’re going to do.“Sorry, didn’t mean to leave you on your own.” When I don’t respond right away to Falcon’s return, he touches my arm. Even as images of brutal carnage dance through my mind, my wolf rejoices at his touch. Because as far as she’s concerned, he’s her mate, the one who’s meant to be. It’s like she didn’t quite get the hint that he rejected us.“No worries.” I force a smile that probably looks more like a grimace, and he frowns.“Did something happen?” He looks around, growling. “Did somebody say something to you? Was it Wesley ?”Something about the question sparks questions of my own, questions I wo

ZoeyThe sting of humiliation hasn’t faded by the time I wake up the morning after the party. No, in fact, the moment I open my eyes, everything comes rushing back in full detail. The smell of arousal. Those wet, slurping sounds. Haley’s snide little comments, her nastiness. That’s nothing new.If there’s anything to get me through the memory and to give me strength to get out of bed—an extremely comfortable bed, so much nicer than the one downstairs that used to be mine—it’s how quickly she backed down. Not because of Falcon or Wesley . I guess the wolf’s presence gives me another layer of… what is it? Understanding? Insight? Like our wolves sense more about each other than I could sense about her when I was only human.I keep that at the forefront of my thoughts while I get in the shower. We’re supposed to be having some big group breakfast this morning because Danny l can’t get enough of these group gatherings. I have to wonder how much this is costing the pack, thoug

Wesley “I’ve never heard anyone complain about putting on a suit and enjoying a party,” Dad mutters, waving at a handful of our wolves in passing. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you complain just for something to say.”“For what it’s worth, this isn’t my style, either,” I offer. My heart isn’t in the complaint—if anything, I’m speaking for the sake of having something to say that doesn’t involve my marked female. The sooner I can put this nightmare behind me, the better.She’s not here yet. My wolf would have scented her immediately upon entering. That doesn’t stop me from scanning the room time and again, waiting for her arrival. Is it obvious how much of my attention is focused on her? It had better not be since I’m not a fan of looking like a whipped asshole.“It could be that her wolf isn’t interested,” Dad concludes with a wink at my brother. All that does is remind me of the way Zoey winked at me earlier today. Openly defying me in front of others. Le