All Chapters of Wanted by the three Alpha Predators: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AuroraIt's Mateo and Issac. Blood rushes to the tip of my ears when I realise what is happening. I can hear them talking about something, their steps approaching us at a casual pace, but the nerves in me feel like they are fast until it truly accelerates and within a few seconds, I spot them standing at the threshold of the bedroom where Dylan and I are standing.I stand like a spooked cat, meeting both of their gazes while Dylan continues to stare at me without turning towards his friends. I notice Mateo's eyes widening upon spotting me and Dylan in the room. His pupils dart back and forth between both of us before they zero in on my outfit. I watch a nerve dance in his jaw while Issac stands there with a cold face, resorting to cool moonlight instead of the usual fake sunshine he carries around. He appears to be less agitated than Mateo, but his silent coldness is even more terrifying than Mateo's visible agitation."What is going on here?" Mateo questions, striding up to me. I

AuroraI can't believe I am touching myself so intimately in front of him. I don't know whether I like this version of me or not. I should have resisted. I am not someone who is going to follow everything they say, but still I can't hold back because they have my weakness in their hands. It's tied to my existence. I hate how I am torn between liking and hating it, and how it's so hard for me to accept the version of myself that leans into it and starts enjoying it like right now. I thrust a finger into my molten heat, imagining it's Mateo instead of me. My eyelids flutter, and I pull them close as I play with my breast, touching myself so naughtily for the first time. I pinch my nipples and hiss, yearning for something bigger and sturdier, touching my chest instead of my smaller, softer hand. I open my eyes and instantly lock them with his. Our dark eyes collide, with both our hands busy touching ourselves, pretending it's not us but the other person. My breathing starts getting r

IssacI watch the joy spreading on her face and smile. There is no need to reveal that it's my cafe, and I don't need a barista. As long as she doesn't go anywhere else and remains in my sight, lying this much is fine. Small white lies never hurt. "Great! I will pass it on to my employer." I say innocently. More joy spreads on her face, and she gets really excited. "Thank you so much, Issac. Let me know when the interview will be scheduled, and do share some tips since you already work there." She says a little shyly, like asking for some intel on her boss is the wrong thing.It's not at all. If I could, I would want her to launch a full research project on me, and I would gladly answer everything. "Sure, I will. It will probably be tomorrow." I answer, leaving today out because, like she asked, I would have to help her with the interview prep first. "Okay." She says promptly, but then she presses her lips together and asks another question that I knew would be coming. "How long

AuroraHe raises one of my eyebrows, still serious. "Are you feeling uncomfortable if I stand behind you and give you one-on-one guidance, which is rare to come by?" He asks, putting pressure on the word rare.I admit I get a little intimidated by the word and his seniority, but anything is better than me not learning anything.If he continued this way, then I won't be able to learn anything! He even had to dress well today!"Yes, I am. I can do just fine with you instructing me from the side." I say determinedly."Fine." He steps back, putting some distance between us. "I will teach you from the side." He then walks two steps diagonally and stands on my right. "Shall we?" He asks, motioning to the half-done parfait.This is much better, hopefully.My eyes travel from his face to the glass in front of me. "Ah, yes. What am I supposed to do next?" "Put the whipped cream on top of it," he says.I turn slightly to my left and grab the whipped cream. The white foamy cream starts piling

AuroraI watch him walk inside, if I am right, with a heating pad in his hand. A flurry of emotions hit my body, numb with pain despite my dying state. Seconds ago, I was feeling cold, conflicted that I had told him to leave, but now he is back, and so quickly at that. The feminine side of me, however, screams, scolding me to sit up straight and become presentable, but I am too beat up to implement it. It's killing me from inside, but my body is killing me from both outside and inside.Our gazes collide, and instead of telling him the truth, I taunt him."Didn't you leave?" I groan, rolling on my back, facing the plain white ceiling for a change, but then the pain becomes more brutal, forcing me to curl up in a ball again. I wince and toss back to my side, whimpering. I can sense him watching everything that I am doing, and it's mortifying.But I can't. I can't endure the restlessness that has hijacked my whole body. I wrap my arms around my stomach, needing them as restraints. "No