Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jhune's POV

Life is really unfair.

I slumped over the bar counter, feeling utterly defeated. I’m at Sun's bar right now; he’s busy with some drink-related tasks, so I didn’t bother him.

Of all times, why did I have to lose my house today?

I looked up when Sun placed something in front of me. My brows knitted together as he set down a cake.

"Take it. It's on the house," he said, pulling up a stool to sit beside me.

I glanced down at the plate with the chocolate cake. Cake again? Does he have a lifetime supply of it in his shop?

Anyway, I didn’t complain and started eating. I winced at the taste—was this cake or just melted sugar? It's way too sweet.

“What’s your problem now?” he asked sarcastically, glancing at my suitcase.

I swallowed before turning to him. “I got kicked out of my place,” I muttered, frowning.

He raised an eyebrow. “And what does that have to do with me?” he said, crossing his arms.

“Just a reminder, this is my shop, not an orphanage. So don't even think about staying here.”

I gave him a sweet smile. "That's exactly what I’m planning." I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw his face twist into a scowl.

But honestly, I have nowhere else to go but here.

I rested my chin on my hand, zoning out as the events from earlier played over in my mind.

Flashback*

I yawned and stretched, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my back. I’ve been on my feet for nearly eight hours at the mini-mart. It was already three in the afternoon when my shift finally ended.

I’m exhausted and just want to get home as quickly as possible.

My whole body aches.

I need to get some sleep because I have another job tonight. My friend, who works at a nightclub, got me a gig as a substitute.

Since I needed extra money for groceries and to pay the electricity bill, I agreed to the job. My allowance is running out, so I really need to work hard.

I don’t have much choice but to take on extra work to get through the year.

As I was walking toward my apartment, I noticed some men on the second floor. My eyes narrowed when I realized which unit they were at, and I practically ran to my door.

To my surprise, my belongings were already outside my unit. I turned to my landlady, who had just stepped out of my unit.

She just raised an eyebrow while taking a drag from her cigarette. "Oh, what’s up?" she snapped at me.

I furrowed my brow at her. "Why are my things outside?"

She glared at me. "Seriously? You’re surprised? You haven’t paid the rent, so what did you expect?" she said irritably.

"Madam Lucy, I’m ready to pay. Look, I have the money right here, I just need to—" I started to hand her the payment, but she waved her hand to stop me.

"Forget it. Someone else has already bought the apartment. If I were you, I’d start looking for another place to live," she said, giving me a disdainful look before walking away.