Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha who reigned 30 days: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

It was the third time I stared at the photograph of the man about to die.He was Grayson Vescaro, thirty one, billionaire and CEO of the Vescaro industries. The eldest son of the Vescaro family...my target.My hands recall the weight of another paper lurking inside my head. Three months earlier, they'd promised me freedom for eight years of blood, a new identity, a new passport and enough money to disappear.My demise was believing them as I'd still pictured the gray room, the cold air and absence of windows. The handler sat opposite me, he had this waveless stillness that gave me goosebumps.The document in my hands had my real name printed in black ink at the top. AVIVA MORLORE; FINAL CONTRACT AGREEMENT.I couldn't swallow right as I read the four rules, one target, thirty days and no refusal. The last line messed me up as my fingers went numb, it read: failure will result in the termination of your protection and the release of your complete identity and operational records to the

"Wow.""What?""Do not 'what' me. You have been staring at him since he came down the stairs.""I was surprised. He looks—""Like me, but with money and trauma? Yeah, I know.""I was not staring.""Mia, the art on the wall is behind you. You were staring at my brother."I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Ethan smiled like he had solved it. "I get it now.""You do not get anything.""You turned me down, then chased me through a parking lot to say yes. Now you are drooling over Adrian. You want to make him jealous."I stared at him. "You think I am using you to get to your brother?""Is that not what is happening?""Do you really think so little of yourself?"That shut him up for a second.He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Then tell me why you said yes. The truth."I held his gaze. "Because you looked like you needed someone in your corner tonight. That was the truth."He searched my face, wanting not to believe me."You are a terrible liar," he said softly. "But a good one to ha

Ethan didn't speak until we were outside. The night air was cold and it hit my hot cheeks like a slap.He stopped by his car, finally letting go of my hand. He stared at the ground."Did you want him to kiss you?" he asked quietly.My stomach dropped. "What? No. Ethan-""Don't lie," he cut in, his voice cracking. He finally looked up, and his golden boy mask was completely gone. He just looked tired. Young. Scared. "In the room. Before I walked in. Did you want him?"Guilt choked me. I thought of Adrian's finger hovering over my lips, how badly I wanted him to close that distance."I was confused," I whispered, which wasn't a no. We both knew it.Ethan laughed, bitter and wet. "Great. Perfect." He opened the car door for me anyway, because he's still Ethan. "Get in, Mia."The drive was silent.THE NEXT DAY - RINKThe hockey rink smelled like ice and sweat and boy.I sat in the bleachers with a coffee I didn't want, watching practice because Ethan had begged me to come. _Please just co

MIKKAThe arena had been empty for almost an hour by the time I finished packing my bag, my clipboard and laptop shoved in beside my spare tapes, and when my phone buzzed I already knew who it was before I looked. Seven asking where I was, telling me to wait for him, typing and stopping and typing again like he could not decide how possessive he was allowed to sound over text. I laughed and told him I could survive the ten minute walk home alone, and I shoved the phone into my pocket. I should have listened.The path behind the arena was unnaturally quiet, the kind of quiet that made my wolf shift restlessly under my skin. Most students had gone home after the win, and my boots were loud against the thin snow. Then the wind shifted and brought it to me, wet fur and smoke and old blood, and my whole body went still. I turned slowly, scanning the trees, and said it clearly so whoever was hiding knew I was not prey. Come out.Nothing answered, so I kept walking, counting my steps, and w

My heart stumbled. Before I could answer, a phone started ringing in the snow. Seven pulled it from the rogue's pocket. Unknown number. He put it on speaker.A distorted voice said, "Tell the Beast we know where he lives."The line went dead.Seven stared at the screen, his jaw working. Then his own phone buzzed. A photo appeared. Me standing beside him after the game, taken from across the arena. Underneath it, four words: WE SEE EVERYTHING, SEVEN.He looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither of us spoke because we both understood at the same time.This was no longer about hockey.MIKKALevi did not leave after the game. He stayed near the tunnel with his arms crossed, watching Seven get mobbed by his teammates, and the smile he always wore for cameras was gone.Good. I knew that look. It was the same one he wore when something stopped belonging to him.Seven skated past me on his way to the locker room, tapped that stupid red card against his chest, and grinned. I rolled my eyes