Todos los capítulos de Begging on Their Knees My Alpha Wants Me Back: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The director stood in front of the cast, clipboard in hand and a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, folks. Time to hand out your wages from your last shift. Step forward when your name is called.”“Duke, $200. Comment: Your look fits the role of a sanitation worker perfectly.”Duke grinned, flaunting his cash. “Told y’all. Like fine wine—I get better with age!”“Giselle, $100. Comment: Worked three days, lazed two. Most of the time, you were panting like you’d run a marathon.”“Excuse me!” Giselle huffed. “Have you seen me? I’m not built for cardio!”“Justin, $0. Comment: Letting fans do your work doesn’t count.”Justin’s jaw clenched. He never asked them to help—those fans just showed up with brooms and devotion. Still, it didn’t matter now. Zero dollars spoke louder than his pride.“Lilith, $50. Comment: Didn’t complete assigned tasks.”Her eyes welled up, and she turned away. How was it her fault she got injured? Who even wrote these comments?“Josephson, $50. Comment

Mia’s POV“No, that’s unfair. I’ll only take half.”—They’d be the ones talking to customers and preparing materials. I’d just be moving a needle. How could I take it all?Ann waved her hand like it was nothing. “You take eighty percent; we take twenty percent. Done.”“Alright.” I nodded.Then she dug a thick wad of cash out of her pocket. She didn’t even count it. Just shoved it into my hand like she was afraid I’d run.“Here’s your deposit. Don’t you dare bail on us at the last second.”I looked down at the heavy stack of green bills in my palm, rubbing the rough paper with my fingertips.My wolf licked its fangs and chuckled.“Prey walks right up to me. Why would I ever run?”I pocketed the money without a hint of hesitation. I even lifted it toward the camera with a smile.“Everyone’s watching. I won’t run.”Ann was amused by my bluntness, smiling with squinted eyes. “Good! A girl this pretty doesn’t look like the type to trick people.”Then she suddenly remembered something and a

“All delivered. Pay me.” I held out my hand. Dust and sweat still clung to my palm from pushing the truck so long.Neal narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe me. He pulled out his phone, made a call to confirm, then hung up and looked me over with a sneer.“Well, you’ve got some skills.”That mocking tone told me exactly what he meant.In his eyes, how could a woman possibly finish the job? He clearly thought the production team must’ve cleaned up after me.“It’s still early,” he drawled, his gaze sliding over me. “Wanna do some warehouse work too?”I ignored him. My hand stayed out. My voice carried the impatience.“No. Pay me.”Neal snorted. “I only pay the salary once you hit a hundred dollars. You delivered four jugs today. Five bucks a jug, twenty dollars.”“If you come organize the warehouse, I’ll count that as eighty. That makes a hundred. Then I’ll pay you.”My brows knitted.In my last life, I’d heard clearly. Jevon negotiated ten dollars a jug.“Five dollars a jug?” I ask

Dwyn couldn’t wait. The moment we stepped away, he blurted, “Mia… do you know about my...”“I know.” I cut him off before he could finish.There were still two cameramen behind us. His secret couldn’t be said out loud.Dwyn’s eyes lit up, voice full of surprise and eagerness. “Then… can you help me?”I nodded. Honest and direct.“I can. But I want ten million.”I really did need money right now.And with Dwyn’s net worth, that amount was pocket change.“If you can help me, ten million is nothing!” Dwyn agreed without hesitation.I understood why.He’d already spent far more than that trying to fix his taste, and to him, losing taste wasn’t just “inconvenient.”It made him feel… disabled in his own eyes.He wanted it cured more than anyone.“Deal,” I said. “But it has to wait until filming ends.”Right now, inside the show, there was no condition to treat him properly.“Fine!” Dwyn finally looked like he could breathe. A real smile broke across his face.Our short, half‑spoken conversa

“Alright, keep going!” Goselle saw the mood turning wrong and hurriedly shuffled the cards, laughing as he dealt again.This round, the King landed in Yvonne’s hand. Her eyes rolled and she wisely didn't provoke me or the Jevon siblings.She just smiled and said,“Goselle, make an ugly face for us.”Goselle was a comedian. This was effortless for her.She twisted her mouth, crossed her eyes, and made a face so hideous everyone burst out laughing.The rooftop finally loosened again.But the third round tightened everything back up.The King was…Jezin.The moment he drew the card, his eyes flicked back and forth between me and Goselle, malice flashing.In the end, he didn’t dare truly provoke me, probably scared I’d bring up “kicking him off the show” again.So he pretended to be casual and followed the director’s hint:“Then… let Jevon sing a song.”He probably thought he was helping Jevon and Lilith ease the tension.But Jevon’s face turned black instantly.Those golden eyes flicked