All Chapters of The Alpha's Curvy Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elise POVAs we entered the function room, I felt confident. Blaze's arm wrapped around me, holding me close as though protecting me. I was wearing a blue dress that showed off my cleavage and flowed around my ankles as I walked. Blaze had surprised me with it, and to my shock, it fit perfectly, almost as though it was made for me. My hair flowed down my back in ringlets, and my makeup was subtle, giving me a more natural look. I wore slight heels, and it made my legs look slimmer. But if I were beautiful, then Blaze was a god in comparison. It was my first time seeing him in a suit, and he looked absolutely drool-worthy. The jacket clung to his body, tight-fitting, his muscles rippling with every movement. His trousers enhanced the length of his legs, and the suit in total made him look dangerous with a powerful aura emanating from him. "Alpha Blaze," a woman came rushing up, her eyes sparkling brightly. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Who is this stunning beauty?" she asked, l

Trigger warning: Episode contains mention of sexual assault, but Blaze saves her just in time. Please do not read if this may trigger you. Elise POVI stumbled in my heels as I was dragged towards the room, my eyes blurred and my body heated. I didn't know who had me. I didn't know why they were doing this. All I knew was that as soon as I entered the bathroom, my body had turned almost to liquid and an overwhelming dizziness began to spread through me. I had barely managed to keep myself upright, and after managing to do my business, I kept close to the wall and made my way outside, hoping to find my way back to Blaze and beg to go home. Was it the alcohol?I hadn't drunk much, so it made no sense that I was reacting like this. "Blaze," I mumbled, trying to pull away. I just wanted my mate. The grip on my hand was too tight, and the force with which this strange man was dragging me was too strong. I had no chance of getting away. I was also disorientated so I had no idea what

Third-Person POVWhack. Whack. Whack. She jolted against the bed, her hands and legs cuffed to the bedframe as she stared up at him, her voice growing shrill as she cried out from the pain. She could feel every inch of pain as he whipped her again and again, his strokes becoming more frantic and harder as he began to grow excited by her cries and whimpers. Sick bastard. She hated him, despised him, and yet she was forced to endure his sick fetish because she needed him still. Her plan had once again gone awry. The waiter had failed. All that smooth talking, pointing Elise out, waiting for the inevitable to happen once he'd chosen her to be his victim, and it had gone up in smoke. She wanted to cry with frustration. Why was Elise so lucky? Why did Blaze protect her so much? Why was it so hard to get rid of her?She stared upwards, taking in the twisted grin on his face, the gleam in his eyes and the very evident erection jutting out from his trousers. "God, you look so beautiful

Third Person POV"You called me by her name," she whispered thickly, trying to fight back tears as he pulled out, his expression dark."You're hearing things," he shrugged, collapsing onto the bed. "I know what I heard, Tristan," her voice was almost a shriek, and he winced at her piercing tone. "You called me Elise while you were..." she angrily gestured at him. "Maybe I did," his voice was seething now, "so what? You're not exactly doing it for me these days, Seraphine. It's like fucking a damn starfish.""Maybe if you paid more attention to me," she said heatedly as he rolled his eyes, "then I might actually want to participate. It's always about what you want," she accused."Not this again. I'm not a goddamn saint," Tristan growled, "and you've been nothing but irritating since we marked each other. You're overly obsessive. I can't even talk to another woman without you accusing me of cheating!" he snarled. "Because I know what they're like!" she snapped. "I see the way they lo

Third-Person POVThe car accident had been a stroke of genius. Blaze was growing too attached to Elise, and Calista needed to remind him how valuable she was to him. She wasn't seriously injured, but she was bleeding profusely. A bribe to the right doctor, and suddenly she needed blood desperately that wasn't available. Money, she had discovered, opened up many doors that would otherwise remain closed. Everybody had a price, and so long as she was willing to pay...she could do anything she wanted. She knew Blaze would come running. He always did. Years of knowing her, of dating her, of a relationship with her would not simply be undone after only a few weeks of knowing Elise. They had history. Elise had a bond and luck; that was all, thought Calista viciously. So when he entered the hospital room, she made herself look weak and vulnerable, her body lying on the bed, her face ashen. "Blaze," she rasped, "you came.""Of course I did."She fought the urge to give a triumphant smile