Alle Kapitel von Marked By The Alpha Who Never Was : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

CHAPTER 102: A FRIEND IN NEED. LIANA'S POV.With a sense of urgency, scared that my friend was in trouble, I turned the doorknob, but the door didn't open. It was locked from within. "Annie? Annie?" I called out, hitting my fist against the door. "Annie!" There was still no answer. I was certain that something wasn't right. Without hesitation, using my body weight, I slammed the back of my upper arm against the door, trying to force it open, but the door didn't budge. I took a few steps backward and slammed into the door more forcefully, breaking the door open. Destroying the landlord's door was the least of my problems. Just a few hundred bucks would have it repaired, but not a life. I looked around the living room, but she wasn't there. The television was on, and the whistling kettle whistled as the water had reached its boiling point. The house had an open kitchen plan, so I just walked and checked behind the kitchen island. But she was not there. I immediately headed to the

CHAPTER 104: LOSS OF FAITH IN JUSTICE.Tapping his fingers on the table, Mario sat quietly in the interrogation room. Several thoughts ran through his mind. He couldn't tell definitively why he was brought in, obviously for questioning. He knew the drill. He was always the one on the other side of the table. The roles were reversed this time. He turned to the side and looked at the glass wall. He knew someone, or some folks, were there, looking at him. It was his own reflection he saw."Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me, or are we going to get this over with already?" he asked. He knew someone, or some folks, stood at the other side of the wall and were watching him. He had been in the interrogation room for about an hour, and it was getting dauntingly long to his liking. Shortly after, the door swung open—Lorenzo and another cop walked in. Mario looked at the new face he saw with an examining look."Who's the rookie?" he asked, folding his arms. "Here to learn on the

CHAPTER 106: THE LION AND THE SERPENT.TREVOR'S POV. "How do I get to meet this Juan Carlos — the one who's got the chain of distributors?" I asked Apollo. "Juan is someone greatly protected. And just like my former boss, he's also a werewolf — sired by Roderick." "Of course, he'd do that. He understands that it keeps them in his servitude all their lives. Get the head to fall in line, and make him powerful enough for the followers to be afraid, and the rest will fall in line. It's a very cunning tactic, but effective," I admitted, nodding my head."Yes, Boss. He offered all the leaders something that they didn't have, but desperately needed. And he did so discreetly, without any of them knowing he had already made the other the same offer, pitting them against each other in his sales pitch," Apollo revealed."Damn. Talk about being fucked over," Boraz remarked. "Despite their anger, there's nothing they can do against him by themselves. They are bound by a blood covenant that doe

CHAPTER 108: WAY TOO LONG. TREVOR'S POV.As we drove home, I reminisced on my encounter with Roderick. I don't accord him the honor of calling him my uncle, not after what I was sure he was responsible for, and even more especially now that I confirmed he had a hand in what happened that awful night. Spontaneously, it hit me — an idea."Uh, switch course, please," I instructed. "Where to, Boss?" Boraz asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror."Topanga Canyon," I answered. "Oh," he raised a brow, then he nodded. "Okay, Boss. We'll take a detour." "Thank you," I replied. My gaze was still outside the window. I stared blankly as my thoughts traveled far.Boraz knew exactly what was at the next location we were headed to. I had been stalling and procrastinating visiting there for way too long ever since I returned. It was about time I paid them a visit.It took us over thirty-five minutes to drive to the location. When we finally arrived, I stayed in the car for a bit, starin

CHAPTER 110: BACK HOME.TREVOR'S POV.It was quite the contrast following the path that led back home — a bushy, hilly terrain, compared to the well-kept path, lined with flowers that led to the Alpha's villa. Despite that, I loved it here. This was home to me — not because of the building, but because of the people — destitutes who chose to follow me of their own volition because of their faith and trust in me, convinced that they stood a better chance at surviving under the banner of my leadership.From all across Africa, all across Europe, and across Asia, during my days of wandering as a destitute myself, banished and shattered within, I met all of them, and they pledged to follow me, joined in destiny as kindred spirits. It never began with a quest for power and leadership. I just chose to help folks, showing kindness, then I was repaid with loyalty. And as time went by, it resulted in what now is — a pack, but of rogues, nameless, seemingly without identity or placement in the