Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 0153

"What are you doing here? Alec," I ask Alec, still eating my ice cream.

"I could ask you the same thing, Sadie," he answers, his eyes focused on me. "I saw Micah's car and wondered what he would be doing here. Only it wasn't Micah, it was you."

I used to come here as a safe haven. I didn't have anywhere in the pack except the meadows, but when I wanted to get away from the pack, I would come here.

Like I said, most of the time I came here because of Alec. Any time he would ignore me or brush me off as if I were nothing. Any time he would treat me like I was invisible. Like I didn't matter, I would come here.

I can't even begin to count the number of times he would break my heart. So you can imagine just how many times I came here to escape my heartbreak and the pain I was feeling.

Before he found Lola, I would come here whenever he would bring his new toy to the pack house... or whenever I witnessed his current flavor leaving his bedroom or his office looking thoroughly ravished. I hated it, and I hated that it hurt me.

A place I knew was untouched by Alec or the supernatural world. Like I said, we don't usually interact

species. Here, being surrounded by humans meant that I could forget all about mate bonds

am not ashamed to admit that I hated seeing him so in love with her. I hated seeing them flaunting

It felt like a thousand knives were being plunged into my heart. It left me shattered, reeling from the pain of losing a man I fell in love

cold, unfeeling Alpha, so soft and mushy in her hands? This is the same man who treated me like I was the devil. This is the same man that

me. Each day, seeing them so loveydovey killed me slowly. My heart was constantly bleeding, and I felt like I was drowning in my pain

brother we were talking about. There was also the fact that she never took my feelings for Alec seriously. I didn't have anyone I could talk to about how

this the young man you always talked about?" Mrs. Walter asks, her eyes moving between Alec and me. I give her a sharp look, trying to let her know not to give anything away, but she fails to understand my look. "You are goodlooking. Just like my husband was. It's a shame that you are as foolish as

down, his eyes shifting between the two of us as confusion marred his features. "What

glaring at him. "If I had my cane, I would have bashed your head. Maybe that would bring some sense into that stubborn,