The Alpha's abducted toy: The devil for a mate
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Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty one img
Chapter 22 Twenty two img
Chapter 23 Twenty three img
Chapter 24 Twenty four img
Chapter 25 Twenty five img
Chapter 26 Twenty six img
Chapter 27 Twenty seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty one img
Chapter 32 Thirty two img
Chapter 33 Thirty three img
Chapter 34 Thirty four img
Chapter 35 Thirty five img
Chapter 36 Thirty six img
Chapter 37 Thirty seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty one img
Chapter 42 Forty two img
Chapter 43 Forty three img
Chapter 44 Forty four img
Chapter 45 Forty five img
Chapter 46 Forty six img
Chapter 47 Forty seven img
Chapter 48 Forty eight img
Chapter 49 Forty nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty one img
Chapter 52 Fifty two img
Chapter 53 Fifty three img
Chapter 54 Fifty four img
Chapter 55 Fifty five img
Chapter 56 Fifty six img
Chapter 57 Fifty seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty one img
Chapter 62 Sixty two img
Chapter 63 Sixty three img
Chapter 64 Sixty four img
Chapter 65 Sixty five img
Chapter 66 Sixty six img
Chapter 67 Sixty seven img
Chapter 68 Sixty eight img
Chapter 69 Sixty nine img
Chapter 70 Seventy img
Chapter 71 Seventy one img
Chapter 72 Seventy two img
Chapter 73 Seventy Three img
Chapter 74 Seventy four img
Chapter 75 Seventy five img
Chapter 76 Seventy six img
Chapter 77 Seventy seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy eight img
Chapter 79 Seventy nine img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty one img
Chapter 82 Eighty two img
Chapter 83 Eighty three img
Chapter 84 Eighty four img
Chapter 85 Eighty five img
Chapter 86 Eighty six img
Chapter 87 Eighty Seven img
Chapter 88 Eighty eight img
Chapter 89 Eighty nine img
Chapter 90 Ninety img
Chapter 91 Ninety one img
Chapter 92 Ninety two img
Chapter 93 Ninety three img
Chapter 94 Ninety four img
Chapter 95 Ninety five img
Chapter 96 Ninety six img
Chapter 97 Ninety seven img
Chapter 98 Ninety eight img
Chapter 99 Ninety nine img
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Chapter 5 Five

Kelilah's POV

I bit my lip, fighting to keep silent as Tyra's expression morphed from surprise to unfiltered rage.

"I'm going to kill that bastard," she said, pushing herself out of her seat. I quickly reached out, gripping her arm.

"Don't."

"Don't ask me to sit here and do nothing, Kelilah." She yanked her arm free, glaring.

"Why are you still defending him? After everything he's done? The lies, the deceit! He's married, and he's trying for a child! You were just his other woman!" Her voice rose, and I felt eyes turning our way. I cast a quick, embarrassed glance around, suddenly all too aware of our surroundings.

"I know, Tyra. I don't need the reminders." My voice was barely a whisper.

"Reminders? That man deserves a beating for what he's done," she spat, once again rising from her seat. I held her wrist, forcing her back down.

"Maybe he does. But he doesn't even know I've found out," I lied, knowing it was the only thing that might keep her from confronting Jackson head-on.

"Wait, you haven't told him?" Her voice softened, her eyes widening in shock.

I nodded, looking down, the weight of humiliation pressing on me.

"I'm too ashamed, Tyra. Too embarrassed to face him. It feels like everyone knows and is silently judging me for being with a married man."

"Oh, Kelilah. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. He's the one who broke his vows."

I nodded, brushing a stray tear away. As a princess, the thought of scandal haunted me. People here would label me as the one at fault, and the shame would fall on me far more than on him.

"I know, Tyra, but... I just don't know what to do."

"You need to call him, confront him, and end it."

"It's not that simple."

Tyra scoffed. "Kelilah, it's as simple as it gets. He lied. You have every right to walk away."

"But I love him, Tyra. I've loved him for two years. My whole life was built around him. We were planning to get married by the end of the year. How do I just walk away?"

Tyra leaned in, her voice softer. "I know it's hard. But staying will only hurt you more. If he truly loved you, he'd have left his wife by now. Instead, he's kept you as his mistress. Don't drag yourself through this, Kelilah."

Deep down, I knew she was right. Ending things was the only way, but I couldn't shake the fear of facing my family with this failure. They already knew about Jackson, and my mother had started referring to him as her "only son." Worse, my cousin Loveth had taken the position of the king's bride because I was involved with him. How could I face my parents and explain this humiliation?

"You'll find someone who'll love only you, Kelilah, someone who will be proud to have you by his side," Tyra said, her tone encouraging.

I nodded, managing a weak smile. She was right. But still, I couldn't bring myself to confront Jackson. Not yet.

"Try calling him. Arrange a meeting, or at the very least, break it off over the phone."

I shook my head. "It's already over, Tyra. He just doesn't know it yet. When I'm ready, I'll tell him."

She sighed but let the matter drop. Our food arrived just as she ordered an Uber for me, sending me to my old apartment instead of home.

I could tell you why I didn't go home, but it's likely obvious. I couldn't bear to face my parents. How could I when my mother adored Jackson, thinking of him as the future son she never had? The shame was overwhelming. I thought about going to Tyra's, but solitude was what I needed. Tyra offered to come along, but I refused. I needed to be alone, to think and, perhaps, to cry. She promised to cover for me with my family.

The quiet greeted me at my old apartment. I dropped my bag, stripped out of my clothes, and stepped into a long, hot shower. I let the tears fall, mingling with the water. By the time I finished, I felt a bit lighter. Wrapping myself in soft pajamas, I crawled into bed, exhausted despite the early hour. My head throbbed, the weight of heartbreak and betrayal making me crave sleep.

When I woke, my phone screen was flooded with notifications. Messages from my mom, Tyra, Loveth, and Caleb. Two from unknown numbers, which I deleted unread. Then came the messages from Jackson-gone with a swipe of my finger.

I opened my mother's text, noting her request to call her, and dialed her number. She picked up on the first ring.

"Kelilah, darling! I've been trying to reach you all day."

"Sorry, Mom. My phone died while I was working. Didn't Tyra tell you I was okay?"

"She did, but I was still worried. You sound... off. Are you sick? Should I come over?"

I smiled faintly through the lingering tears. "No, Mom, I'm fine. I just woke up from a nap."

"Alright, love. Have you eaten?"

"Yes," I lied, hoping to keep her from worrying further.

"Alright then. Tyra sounded a bit off too. Are you sure everything's fine?"

The temptation to confide in her lingered, but shame held my tongue. "Everything's fine, Mom. Tyra's just tired. Could you also let Loveth know I'm okay?"

"Of course. Take care, love. I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Mom." I hung up, tossing the phone onto the bed with a sigh.

I felt hunger gnawing at me and realized there was nothing to eat here. I quickly ordered food from a nearby hotel. Just as I finished placing the order, my phone buzzed.

Jackson.

I hit "dismiss," but he kept calling, his persistence fraying my nerves. With a sigh of frustration, I blocked his number. Maybe, once I was ready, I'd unblock him. For now, the peace was worth more than any closure.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of my food. I paid the delivery driver and carried the food inside to eat.

Just as I was done eating, another noise came. It started faintly, like a tap on the door, but grew louder, as if something-or someone-was hitting my door.

I froze, unease pooling in my stomach. Logic said it was nothing, but a chilling sensation crept up my spine. I hesitated, halfway to the door, the scene playing out like the start of a horror movie. Seeing as it had been a while since I visited this apartment, I wondered if something had gone wrong-maybe an animal had found its way in or a prankster was outside.

I forced myself to take a deep breath and grabbed my phone, its flashlight casting a shaky glow across the dimly lit room. Step by step, I approached the door, each creak of the wooden floor heightening my nerves. Peeking through the peephole, I saw nothing but the empty hallway outside.

The noise stopped abruptly, leaving a deafening silence. The sudden quiet unsettled me more than the sound itself. I decided to check the windows for any signs of movement, just in case someone was outside playing tricks.

Pulling back the curtains, I scanned the parking lot. My car was still parked where I left it, and everything seemed normal. But as my eyes trailed lower, I noticed something unusual-a dark streak leading from the edge of the lot up to the base of the building.

Frowning, I opened the window a crack and leaned out for a better look. It was faint but unmistakable-a trail of something thick and dark staining the pavement. My pulse quickened as I traced the trail's direction with my gaze. It led straight to the side door of the building that opened to my floor.

I quickly closed the window, locking it firmly. My mind raced with possibilities, but before I could think further, a loud thud came from the stairwell outside my apartment.

I grabbed the heaviest object I could find-a metal vase-readying myself as I moved cautiously toward the sound. Each step made the blood pound in my ears.

The stairwell door was slightly ajar, and I nudged it open with the vase, peeking inside. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As my eyes adjusted, I saw what looked like a piece of fabric snagged on the railing-a torn shred of a red jacket, its edges frayed.

Curiosity mixed with dread as I descended the stairs, my flashlight illuminating every step. Near the bottom, I noticed smudges on the wall-dark and wet, like paint. But as I moved closer, the smell hit me-a metallic tang that made my stomach churn.

It wasn't paint. It was blood.

My breath hitched as I stumbled back, dropping the vase with a loud clang. The sound echoed, and I swore I heard faint footsteps above me. My instincts screamed at me to run, and I bolted back up the stairs, slamming my apartment door shut behind me.

My hands trembled as I locked the door and called the police, reporting the bloodstains and suspicious activity. They assured me someone was on the way, but every second felt like an eternity.

As I waited, the soft sound of a car engine broke the silence. Relief flooded me, thinking the police had arrived. But when I peeked out the window, I only caught a glimpse of a vehicle speeding away, its taillights disappearing into the darkness.

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