All Chapters of Dear Alpha, I Quit!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Theodore From the moment I saw that video, I immediately tasked Jamie with finding whoever is responsible for sharing the video and making sure that it never makes it to the public. Because I know the media, they would absolutely eat this up and run all sorts of agendas. Everyone in New York and beyond has been dying to know if there’s a woman in my life. Frankly, I do not care, but as much as I hate to admit it…I do care about Irene. Her reputation, to be exact. This isn’t the kind of attention she should be getting. The media would dig into her; gossip mongers would go as far as looking up her ancestral history if they could. And the result? It would be all shades of bad because when it comes to Irene…there is nothing impressive about her. It’s not a shade; it’s just the ugly truth. Irene is wolfless, an orphan, and lacks wealth or any real power. The only thing honorable worth mentioning is Dylan, her mate. In simple terms, people will cyberbully her, insult her, call her unwort

Dylan“Where are you, Irene?” My grip tightened on my steering wheel as the guards opened the gigantic gates to the Pack. For two days now, I've been on the search for Irene. At first, I thought it was going to be easy. It’s Irene, after all. She has no friends. Barely knows anybody outside of the Pack. She doesn’t go out; she couldn’t have gone far. So I thought, but here I am driving back home after another hopeless search. I’m not going to lie, I never thought Irene had the balls to do something like this. At this point, I think I might have to gather my squad and broaden my search because the more days pass, the thinner my father’s patience becomes. Where could Irene possibly have disappeared to? Is she even safe? She better be; she’s my one-way ticket to becoming Alpha. My thoughts tousled as soon as my phone pinged. I glanced at my screen; it was a text from Paris. ‘Did you find your little bride yet?’The steering wheel strained under my increased grip. If it was up to Pari

TheodoreBravado, really?The only reason I carried Irene in my arms into my car was that I didn’t want to wake her up. She already had a long day, and I thought, why not be nice? If only I knew it was going to backfire on me. That the lady in question I helped would insult and blame me for it, I wouldn’t have bothered. I should have just gone home that night and let her suffer from neck pain.Well, this is a learning curve for me. A reminder that I should just stick to my default settings. Anything that happens to her, I won’t care anymore. Not like I cared to begin with. It’s been hours now since I left my company and came to my home gym, yet I can’t bring myself to stop hitting my punching bag. Every time I try to stop, I remember that ferocious glare Irene had for me when she mentioned Dylan. Frankly, I wish Dylan were this punching bag, so I could properly finish the fight we had five years ago. I still haven’t forgiven him for what he did. Irene defending him today made me real

IreneFor ten minutes now, Jenny and I have been standing in front of Theodore’s desk watching him relax on his swivel and swipe away on his iPad. We probably didn’t exist in his world. Or perhaps, he wanted the tense silence to eat us deep. If the latter was his plan, then it was definitely working because what happened in that executive suite wasn’t a presentation; it was a shit show. I messed everything up. I ruined Jenny and the team’s project. Made them look like fools, all because I let my anxiety win. I’m a chicken. A coward. Maybe Jenny was right after all—I don’t deserve to be on the team. And Theodore? I bet deep down he’s happy at my failure. I’m sure he wasn’t just swiping away on his iPad. He was preparing daggers in the form of speech that he would hurl at me. There’s Jenny, too. I’m pretty sure from the moment we walk out of this office, she would pounce on me. Permanently blacklist me from the team if it was possible. I should have just done nothing. I should ha

TheodoreMaybe I said too much to Irene. But I couldn’t help it. She makes it so easy to frustrate me. I planned to bombard her with questions during her presentation, rattle her as payback. Who knew she was going to tank the presentation before it began? That was what frustrated me the most. The only reason I shut Jenny down at the presentation was that I wanted Irene to maximize the opportunity to shine. To show her team members how talented she was. Make them accept her as one of their own.I should have known better that my silly plan would end up blowing in my face. I mean, by now, one would think that I would have finally learnt my lesson. Every time I try to help Irene, it ends up backfiring. I got kicked out of Silverwood Academy because of her. I was this close to a romance scandal just yesterday. And today, for the first time in so long, Studio One failed to deliver.At this point, it’s safe to say that she is bad luck for me. Yet, I can’t bring myself to stop trying to hel