The Alpha and His Mysterious Lady のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Spencer POV I returned to the dressing room after trying on jeans and a crew neck that William had picked. Making a mental note to get those, took them off and tried on a pair of leggings and a god awful pink crop top with crocheted flowers appliquéd on it that William had picked. Seeing them on I had to hod back a laugh before showing William. “Well, I think this one is a no, how did you go from a great outfit to this one?” I said in amusement. I looked at William as he looked me up and down before bursting into laughter. I turn around to get changed and hear Williams laughter abruptly stop. “Where did you get those marks on your back Spencer?” William asked both concern and anger laced in his tone. Shit, I was having such a good time that I had forgotten the scars across my back that the guards at Silvermoon had made during interrogation. In that moment, I decided that I couldn’t lie to him but I didn’t need to tell William the whole truth. “When I was younger, I was hit w

Spencer POVLeaving the café I turn to go back to the car when William stops me.“Where you think you’re going?” He asks“Back to the car? I thought we were done shopping for the day.” I reply confused.“Spence, I’m taking you to get a phone. I wasn’t kidding when I said that you can call me or that you can come home whenever you want.” He called me Spence, I have not been called that since my mother died a long time ago and it was nice to hear it said so casually. I turned to him and begin to follow, just like before the café he reached out his arm and I linked mine through, like it was the most causal thing in the world. Once again that energy was there but it is comforting now instead of overwhelming.Not long later we arrive at the phone shop, as always, William opens the door and guides me in. He walks directly to the phones before asking which I would like, I had never seen so many different seekers and colours before. He talks me through different options and what each can do

Spencer POV The whole time that William was talking me through the phone I kept thinking about her ex Tess. I could see why William was with her, she was beautiful and she looked strong, looks-wise she was his perfect match. Then I remembered that I heard that she cheated on him and got pregnant with a pup? Was he a wolf? Surely, I would have sensed that but if he was that would explain why he was at Silvermoon. Hearing William say that I had until my phone was fully charged to be ready to leave. I packed the clothes that William had gotten me, wishing that we had gotten more. Just has I put the last thing in my bag Olive appears with more clothes. “William told me that the two of you got sidetracked and that you didn’t get much. He asked me to give you some clothes that I thought would fit you and that I didn’t mind losing.” She walked in with her arms full and dropped them on the bed. “I have put a few different things together that I thought would looks nice on you and som

Spencer POV I open my mouth to ask William a question but he beats me too it. “What’s your favourite colour?” William asks with a smile, at least he is starting off easy. I think about it for a moment, trying to things of the colour that brings me the most joy. Sadly, in my life I hasn’t felt a lot of joy but there is something special about the colour of grass covered in morning dew. “Green, like when grass is wet on a cold summer morning” I say to William. “What about you? What’s your favourite colour?” I ask in return. He tilts his head in thought “the deep blue of the sea after a storm.” He replies, having never seen that I can’t picture the colour in my minds eye. I look at my phone 92%, strangely I’m sad that the percentage has increased. My mind wanders to what is going to happen next, get dinner, spend night in hotel and come up with a plan to free the remaining prisoners and end Silvermoon and the evil that comes with it. “Spencer, hello are you listening? I asked when

William POV Ashton and Olive had composed themselves by the time we reached the top floor, Olive was still breathing had and she wiped the tears from her eyes. I had to admit, I struggled not to laugh myself, but I was preoccupied with preparing myself for the goodbye that was coming. We arrived at Spencer’s door and she unlocked it and walked in, the room was a light sage green with white accents. A kitchenette was to the right and on the far right there was a bathroom. The bedroom section of the suite had a table suitable for dining on, there was a tv on the wall facing the bed and a small couch at the end of her bed. The bed itself was white with white and sage bedding, two swan towels sat at the end kissing eachother. On either side of her king-sized bed were bedside tables, both of which had a sconce above and mains sockets for her to charge her phone. The door next to the bathroom held a wardrobe, not quite as big as the one in her room at my house but would be suitable for h