The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate

Quinn plucked the fork out of the sausage and glared down into her half-eaten food. Should she go back to his office?

And then what? Angrily storm out again?

She pushed the plate aside and swallowed what was in her mouth. She was embarrassed. She went there to apologize and ended up doing nothing at all.

But did he even allow her to?

A groan of frustration left her lips...she suddenly felt bored and alone. Ever since they crossed the borders, he'd tried his best to prevent that from happening...and now he was making her feel this way on purpose.

He knew he was the only one she could freely talk to here...the only person she truly trusted.

But then again, despite knowing that, why had she still gone ahead and coughed those foolish words out like they were phlegm in her throat?

Quinn tapped her feet against the floor as she looked up at the roof; an action showcasing how anxious and impatient she was because of this situation. What must she do?

She didn't know, but she had to do something...anything.

Standing to her feet, she walked to the door, opening it up...but just as she did, her eyes were greeted by Isabella who stood outside with a hand up as though she were just about to knock.

The last male occupant in the room stood by the dresser, idly running his fingers along the mirror instead of casting his hazel eyes at her; Zayd.

Quinn held in her sigh as she looked away, waving at everyone. "Hello..."

The group of men smiled at her, all issuing her a greeting...all except Zayd who was still playing with the dresser mirror.

His beta noticed, turning towards him with a chuckle while bumping the gamma's shoulder. “Rick, look at the fool pretending as though he weren't the one who gave Bella a hundred bucks to bring her here.”

Zayd finally looked away from the mirror, glowering at him. “I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut, Dantae.”

“I will... will. I won't blow your cover.”

“You blew it already...you idiot." He hissed, glancing at Quinn who scratched her arm nervously. “Are you guys going to play or not?”

"Yes..." Frederick answered. “But not here. There are too many of us, Isabella doesn’t have enough utensils, let's take this to the entertainment room...”

"Don’t even think about it. There is no entertainment room here. I closed it down a year ago.” “Reopen it...today’s a special day, isn't it? Let's make the most of it.”

Zayd looked at his gamma indecisively and then shook his head. “There was a reason why it had to be closed down...everybody was slacking off, especially you, Frederick. Don't use today as an excuse, we both know you want it reopened for your own benefit.”

“That's true...but either way, it's one day, Zayd. Why can't I slack off for just one day? I mean, Dantae and I finished our mission perfectly, consider it to be a reward.”

Everyone looked at Zayd hopefully, Isabella whispering please consecutively, giving him no room to refuse.

He sighed in defeat, putting up one finger. “One day...one day, Frederick and it's today.”

Isabella's cheer had Quinn wondering just how fun this so-called entertainment room could be. On the tour, Zayd said nothing about it.

What was inside? Before she could ask, Isabella's door opened again and Marcia walked in. “Sorry for being late...the game hasn't started yet, has it?”

“No mom..." Isabella rolled her eyes. “But why did you have to put on a pretty dress and makeup just to play a game?”

"Oh come on, sweetheart...I have to look pretty even if I'm going to lose.”