All Chapters of Owned by the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALARIC It had been almost a full day since Aria fell asleep, and she still hadn't woken up. I sat in the chair beside her bed, staring at her sleeping face with growing irritation. She had been unconscious for far too long, and I was starting to wonder if Mira had somehow managed to turn a simple medicinal soup into something dangerous. I picked up my phone and called the pack doctor. He arrived a few minutes later with his medical bag hanging from one hand. The lanky man looked slightly nervous as he approached the bed, but I ignored it. “Check her.” He nodded quickly and got to work. I silently watched as he examined Aria, checking her pulse and breathing before asking me what she had taken. “The soup was supposed to help her,” I told him. “Mira prepared it. It's the usual.” He hummed as he continued his examination. After a while, he finally straightened. “She’s fine, Alpha. The soup was simply too strong for her system. Humans are more sensitive to some of these ing

ALARIC I looked up from my phone when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It hadn't even been ten minutes since I left Aria's room, so I already knew it wasn't her. Mira appeared at the bottom of the stairs and let out a tired sigh. “What happened?” She stopped in front of me. “Aria told me she didn't need my help and asked me to leave.” I raised an eyebrow. “She just woke up,” Mira continued. “I understand why she doesn't want me around after what happened, but I'm worried about her. She could slip and fall in that state. She might even hit her head and lose consciousness again.” My gaze hardened. “What do you mean by that?” Mira blinked. “I…” She took a small step back as she studied my face. “I didn't mean anything bad. I'm just worried about her. She should be careful, but she's too stubborn to listen.” I stared at her for a moment before looking away. “I'll handle it.” She nodded quickly and pointed toward the front door, before walking past me. “I'll

ARIA I looked around for what felt like the hundredth time. Nothing. No one was following me. I had been outside for about twenty minutes, and I still couldn't shake the feeling that Alaric had probably sent someone after me. I wasn't going anywhere anyway. I had stayed close to the building the entire time because there was no way I was going to wander too far into a forest filled with animals I knew nothing about. I had no desire to find out whether Alaric had been telling the truth. Not when I didn't even have a plan for escaping. So instead, I walked around and looked at the plants scattered everywhere. Most of them were ugly, but one particular flower caught my attention. It was blue. I'd never seen anything like it before. I walked closer and crouched down to get a better look. The flower was strange, almost too strange to be pretty. I leaned in and smelled it before thinking better of it before I quickly pulled back. It could be poisonous for all I knew. Actually

ALARIC Ronan was waiting outside the building when we reached the path that led back to the clearing. I didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately went to Aria. She was practically running to keep up with me, panting as she struggled to match my long strides. I hadn’t slowed down once since finding her, and I was still holding her hand tightly as we approached Ronan. The residual slickness from her cunt still clung faintly to my fingers. I flexed them once against her palm and felt her pulse jump. He looked at me, then at her, his expression filled with suspicion. “Where did you find her?” Aria huffed beside me. “I’m right here, you know.” Neither of us spared her a glance. “Not too far from here,” I answered. “But far enough that I had to wonder how she managed to get that far in the first place.” “I already told you,” she said, voice a little too steady. “I got lost while I was looking at the plants.” I looked at her. She really expected me to believe that. “You kept wander

ARIA I followed Mira down the hallway, forcing myself to keep my head held high even though I could feel the eyes of the few people we passed following me. Some openly glared, others only glanced at me before looking away. I tried not to let it bother me. Mira looked back at me once, her expression worried, but she said nothing. I slowed down when we finally reached the kitchen. The first thing to notice was that there was no door, only a wide wooden doorway, large enough for several people to walk through at once. It was much bigger than I had expected, and the kitchen itself was even larger than the room I stayed in. It looked like something out of an old magazine from the nineties. Most of the cabinets and shelves were made from dark wood instead of the polished marble and modern designs I'd expected. The wooden counters were worn in some places, and the cupboards had old brass handles. There were wooden stools around a long table in the middle of the room, while old-fashioned