Todos los capítulos de Owned by the Ruthless Alpha: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

ARIAAlaric was quiet as he took a container of leftovers from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave.I watched him from where I stood near the kitchen counter as he simply pressed a few buttons and waited for the food to heat.When the microwave beeped, he took out the container, transferred the food to a plate, and placed it on the counter in front of me."Eat."I looked at the plate, then at him.He had noticed that I was hungry, though I wasn't sure when he'd had the time to pay attention to something like that.My stomach chose that moment to remind me how long it had been since I'd eaten. I'd been too frightened and exhausted during my escape to think much about food, but now that it was sitting right in front of me, I could hardly ignore it.Still, I hesitated.Alaric hadn't eaten anything himself. He'd simply put the food in front of me and gone about his business as if feeding me were just another task he wanted out of the way.I had no reason to trust him, especial

ALARIC I was about to put my phone down when I heard the bathroom door open.Aria emerged with a towel wrapped around her body. She glanced at me, but the moment our eyes met, she looked away. Her gaze darted toward a chair where she'd left her discarded clothes.She hurried over, grabbed the clothes, and retreated into the bathroom."I won't be long," she announced, her voice tight with embarrassment.The door closed and I looked at it for a moment before a smirk crossed my face. She could glare at me all evening, argue over the smallest instructions.I returned my attention to my phone, checking the messages.Aria emerged several minutes later, fully dressed for bed. She walked past me without a word and stiffly settled on her side of the bed, making a point of keeping as far away from my side as possible.I shook my head as I put my phone down and went into the bathroom for a quick rinse. The workout had been impromptu, but it had helped clear my head, and I was no longer quite as

ARIAI remained where I was, watching his back disappear towards the hallway.He was actually going to leave. The thought settled over me with a sudden, horrible weight.I would be alone in this enormous house, surrounded by mountains, trees, and beasts.My gaze drifted towards the large windows. Beyond them, the trees stretched into the distance, their thick branches swaying gently in the breeze. A shiver ran down my spine.What if I heard something outside during the night? What if Alaric didn't return?My breathing began to change.I tried taking a deep breath, but it felt as if something was pressing against my chest. I swallowed and looked towards the hallway again.I needed to call him back."Alaric?"My voice came out weaker than I intended. I took a step forward, but my legs felt strangely unsteady."Alaric, wait."My chest tightened, and I instinctively pressed a hand against it. The kitchen suddenly felt too large, the silence too heavy. I could hear the faint sound of my ow

ALARICI had expected Aria to complain when I handed her the basket earlier, she had looked at it as if I had personally offended her. Then, to my surprise, she had taken it without an argument and settled into the chair opposite my desk.Now, almost an hour later, she was still sitting there, struggling with a ball of yarn and two knitting needles. She was terrible at it.I had watched her unravel the same few rows at least three times, and she had nearly stabbed herself with one of the needles twice. Yet she hadn’t said a word.Ever since I kissed her, Aria had been different. She wasn’t growling at me every other minute, questioning my decisions, or looking for an opportunity to argue. She had become almost painfully agreeable. It was as if she had decided the best way to deal with me was to pretend I wasn’t there.I didn't like it. I had grown accustomed to her temper. Even when she was furious with me, she made no effort to hide it. I knew when she was irritated, when she was fri

ARIAI still couldn't believe I'd let Alaric do all those things to me.Even thinking about it made my cheeks warm. I had spent weeks fighting Alaric, arguing with him at every opportunity and looking for ways to escape. Now, somehow, I had become the woman who blushed whenever he walked into a room.I didn't know what to make of myself. This felt… different. Even if I didn't know what changed. Part of me was happy. I liked the way he kissed me, the way he touched me and the attention he gave me. I sometimes found myself feeling comfortable around him.But that was also the problem.I still wanted my freedom. I wanted to go back to my life, and I wanted to be able to leave this house whenever I pleased. Yet, now that things had come this far, I didn't even know how to bring it up.How was I supposed to look at him and ask him to let me go? It almost felt like asking for a breakup.The thought made me frown. What was wrong with me?We weren't dating. We weren't in a relationship. He w