All Chapters of A–Z Dates With My Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A dim light faintly illuminated the room. It was decorated in a princess style, but instead of the usual pink, everything was gold. The air felt soft—yet gloomy, reflecting the mood of the girl sitting on the plush bed.A gentle knock sounded on the door, followed by a small voice.“Miss, it is time for dinner.”The tone carried caution, as if afraid of provoking her.The girl stood up and walked to the door, pulling it open.The maid on the other side looked visibly shocked to see her come out on her own, but quickly bowed.The girl showed no reaction as she walked through the brightly lit hall, her heels clicking softly against the floor.The moment she stepped into the dining hall, the man seated at the table paused.He looked at her in disbelief. “You came out without being forced?”The girl pulled out a chair and sat down calmly. Picking up her cutlery, she replied,“It’s tiring to throw tantrums every day. It’s not getting me what I want.”The man still couldn’t believe it, but

Arya turned to Luciano. “Do you have a phone?”Daxiel didn’t respond. He was already thinking about the nearest ocean where he could drop her off.“I do,” Luciano said.Arya turned to him. “Can I borrow it?”“Here.” Luciano handed her the phone.Arya quickly dialed a number. Once the call connected, she placed it to her ear excitedly.“Crystal?”Crystal was her only friend. When Arya had started throwing tantrums about going outside, her father brought Crystal over, introducing her as a friend’s daughter. Since then, Crystal visited often and told Arya about the outside world.“Who is this?” the voice on the other end asked.“Ari,” she replied.“Ari?” Crystal sounded surprised.“Yes! I’m outside,” Arya said proudly.“Really?” Crystal asked, then added suspiciously, “Does Uncle know?”Arya shook her head. “No.”There was a pause.“Where are you now?” Crystal asked.Arya looked around. “I don’t know.”“…Of course you don’t,” Crystal muttered. “Tell whoever owns that phone to drop you at

Arya woke up to a pounding headache. It hurt more than anything she had ever experienced. Small tears began to escape her eyes as she held her head in place.Soon, the headache began to subside, and her eyes fluttered open.The whole place was dark; she could barely see anything. A strange, unpleasant smell wafted through the air, making her stomach churn.What is going on here?How did she get here?Memories of what had happened began to surface. She recalled the moment the man had approached her, the search for Crystal, and the unsettling change in his smile."Had the man brought her here?"Where was Crystal?So many questions swirled in her mind. She tried to open her lips, but they wouldn’t budge.Frustration bubbled within her, and that was when she began to hear muffled voices.Is someone there? Arya thought to herself.Her vision gradually cleared, and she saw shadows of people.It seemed there were others here with her.Just then, a door creaked open, followed by footsteps, an

The hall fell silent.Arya could feel dozens of eyes fixed on her. The coldness in their gazes made her tremble beneath them.“Starting price,” the scarred man announced loudly. “Five billion.”The first bidding paddle went up.“Ten billion.”Another followed immediately.“Twenty billion.”“Twenty-two billion.”“Twenty-four billion.”Arya watched them increase the price one after another.It was as if they were fighting over the ownership of an object rather than a human being.More paddles rose into the air.Then finally, one of the private guests lifted theirs.“Fifty billion.”It was a woman’s voice, but the chill in it could easily make someone mistake her for a man.“Do I hear anything above fifty billion?” the scarred man asked, sweeping his gaze across the hall.“Going once.”He paused.“Going twice.”No one bid any higher.“Sold!”Arya watched the entire process blankly. She didn’t fully understand what was happening.The only thing she truly felt—was fear.The scarred man tu

In a dimly lit room, Arya lay on the bed, her eyes tightly shut.Her brows were deeply furrowed, clearly troubled even in sleep.On the other side of the room, Daxiel lounged calmly in a chair.A lighter rested in his hand. His thumb rolled over the switch repeatedly, turning the flame on and off.He stared at the small fire intently, completely devoid of emotion.He had returned to his usual self.Lazily elegant.And the look in his eyes said it all—He was bored of the world.He had remained like that the entire night.Arya stirred in her sleep. Her frown deepened as if she were trapped in a nightmare.Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, dampening her fluttering lashes.Suddenly, she sat upright.Her breathing turned uneven as she looked around the room.In her dream, she had been back in the brothel, chased by the scarred man and the masked woman.She had run as fast as she could, yet it felt as though she wasn’t moving at all.Just when they were about to catch her—Daxiel