Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- man would bring him and his brother to some company dinners, bragging about how much of a good student his heir was and how much of a great businessman he would grow up to be; however, it only lasted until Sam turned nine, and the old man learned through the school's principal that his precious son and heir had been cutting classes to go to a music studio nearby.

Their relationship got strained from there, and, to Sam's misery, it got even worse right before his 12th birthday when the principal decided to give his father yet another call, this time to tell him all about how he got caught with his tongue down an omega throat in the bathroom after class. "I knew you were growing up to be a pain in my ass, but I never really took you for a goddamn bitch,, was the last thing he heard from his progenitor right before getting kicked out of the house.

The next thing he knew, he was shoved into a plane and left at a boarding school in his grandparents house. Eventually he and his brother managed to graduate like his grandfather , so they could finally leave that goddamn place together with that man's demands in order to finally focus on his true passion: music. Given his attractive appearance and promising abilities , it didn't take long for an agency to notice Sam.

By the time he was 15, he had gotten himself a nice place in the heart of school, fully paid thanks to the royalties he'd gotten from a viral song he'd helped compose.

While working , he got to meet his ---- first actual friend away from home: a Korean boy named Mini Jong, who was a scholarship transfer student and had nothing but an overflowing passion for dance and an optimistic personality that allowed him to get through the hardships of being another broke foreigner fighting for an ambitious dream. Five months into their friendship, Sam offered him a room in his flat, seeing how he was struggling to pay the rent of the small room he currently lived in.

Despite not being on good terms with his so-called father and refusing to use up any of his money for his personal expenses, he still owned some of his company's shares. If push comes to shove, he knows he has enough money to get by and help a friend in need if necessary.

At the end of the day, he wasn't going to let his pride get in the way of his rationality, which meant that whether his father liked it or not, he was still his son and had legal rights to everything he owned, and one day he was going to make sure to spend it properly towards something good and valuable, like an art school for unprivileged dreamers. "You're staring again," Monika pointed out suddenly, feeling the other's gaze quite literally burning up her features even with his eyes closed.

"Busted!" Sam joked then, an uncomfortable heat creeping up his cheeks from getting caught. "I don't mean to bea creep or anything, but you... you're really attractive, Sam, he blew out, making sure to emphasize the really to try and make his confession ---- justice. "Just knowing that you can't see yourself the way I do... I don't even know, man. It's truly all messed up.

God, the shit I'd pull if I had been born with this face," he added playfully, feeling the girl move up and down as he chuckled cutely. "T get it a lot, you know... I know that whatever it is that I see in the mirror is just a projection of my fucked-up image of myself, my inexistent self- esteem playing tricks on me. Trust me when I say that I know it all. Yet... I just can't fight it, y'know? Real or not, it's still there, and it haunts me nonstop.

The younger tried to reason before taking the chocolate from the elder's lips and placing it in his own. "It's like you said so yourself," she continued, slowly releasing smoke through her nose. "You are well aware that you keep blowing shit out of proportion , but knowing it doesn't change it, right?" "Yup!

Same sh*t, different subject , I guess," he said whilst munching on his own tongue contemplatively , something he used to do whenever he was caught up in thoughts, a habit Sam happened to find extremely endearing. In all honesty , Sam found almost everything about Monika extremely endearing. One thing, for starters, is her view of life and the way she goes on and on about any random subject like a 70-year-old man with too much baggage to unpack.

Yet she did all these things that would remind everyone that she ---- was, in fact, very young and new to the world and its complexities. Monika was a walking paradox that Sam loved to figure out. Loved.

Maybe a bit too much considering the short period of time they've spent together, but he knew he was doomed the moment he came out to her and expected the type of reaction he usually gets: sudden shock that eventually gets replaced by awkwardness , and before he knows it, that friend is out the door. But Monika simply nodded, as nonchalant as ever, never even bothering to look away from the old movie they were watching before letting out, "I don't believe in soulmate things.

People are just people, and sex is just sex. Being male or female is merely a detail. 1 don't get why society is so obsessed with labels, to be honest", and that was the sexiest thing Sam has ever heard in his entire existence. He knew at that very moment that he was signing himself up for heartbreak because there was no way that someone like Monika would ever fall for him. Not a chance in the world, he kept telling himself day after day.

You know," Sam started after they'd spent several minutes in comfortable silence, "I just realized I don't really know shit about you." "There's nothing to know. Monika retorted dismissively. "You are a 16-year-old aspiring student, too talented for your own good, who can spend literal days all by