All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Connor’s POV I’d been trailing Aria for weeks now, trying to get close enough to her without raising suspicion. Each time, it felt like some invisible force kept pulling her away from me. Either she was surrounded by bodyguards or stuck with Leo Ashton, her so-called fiancée. My wolf churned in frustration, desperate to get close to her, but there was always a wall. But it wasn’t just Aria I was worried about. Lila. That damn woman had been creeping around, her movements more suspicious than I cared to admit. Every time she tried to seduce me, I rejected her, made it clear I wasn’t interested anymore. But there was something about her energy these days—something I couldn’t put my finger on—that felt dangerous. I couldn’t shake the fear that Lila might go after Aria, seeing her as a weakness to exploit. That thought made my wolf snarl, the tension between us nearly unbearable. Aria—no, Ivy—is my mate. And despite Leo’s warnings, I’d fight to my last breath to claim her as mine. T

The hum of the car engine did little to settle the unease twisting in Ivy’s stomach. She leaned her head against the cool glass of the window, watching the city blur past in streaks of color. She had woken up that morning feeling… off. At first, she thought it was just the ache of missing Leo, the emptiness of knowing he wasn’t beside her anymore. But this was different. Her body felt strange—lightheaded, almost feverish. Her skin was slick with sweat, and every now and then, a wave of nausea rolled over her like she might throw up. She took a shaky breath and pressed her hand to her chest. Maybe she was coming down with something. Or maybe… Her fingers curled involuntarily. Her mind drifted back to the incident two days ago—the small cut she had gotten. It had disappeared. Completely. She had brushed it off at the time, but now, it gnawed at her. Only werewolves healed that fast. Only those with wolves. She didn’t have a wolf. The thought made her throat tighten. She ha

Leo Three days. Three endless days. I couldn’t get my mind off Ivy, and every minute that passed felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. We spoke on the phone yesterday but since then, I haven’t been able to get her on the line. The work stacked in front of me was becoming a blur—territory disputes, rogue reports, nothing compared to the pull I felt to be with her. A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Zane, his face tense as usual. “Your majesty,” he began, his voice careful, “What are we going to do with her? You haven’t said anything since we took her hostage. It’s so unlike you to kidnap a shewolf and subject her to that amount of torture, even if it’s a rogue. Do you know her personally?” I looked up at him then, the gears in my mind grinding to a halt. Zane’s question lingered in the air like a poison. My gaze dropped, remembering the day we’d captured her. The rogue she wolf. The moment I locked eyes with her—there was something about her that sc

Leo The afternoon air was thick with tension as I stormed back into the house. The scent of Ivy still lingered, mixed with the faint traces of something else—something I wanted gone. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the room, my wolf Theo restless beneath my skin. I need to understand exactly what happened so I can figure out the best way to handle this. The moment I stepped into the living room and saw Isabella wearing my shirt, my blood boiled. My fists clenched at my sides, and a surge of possessive rage shot through me like wildfire. That was my shirt. On her. And the implications hit me like a punch to the gut. What must have gone through Ivy’s mind when she saw this? Did she assume the worst? The very thought made my stomach twist. And then, as if she had been waiting for me, Isabella threw herself into my arms the moment her eyes landed on mine. “Leo bear,” she cooed, squeezing me tightly. “It’s been forever! Didn’t you get my message? I told you I was c

It's been two days. Two long, agonizing days, and there was still no sign of Ivy. Leo was losing his mind. He had turned over every inch of the city, organized a special squad with the police to search every possible hiding place in the city, and scoured every lead, but nothing. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. But he knew better. Someone had taken her. And every instinct in his body told him exactly who that someone was. Dina. Something about the black rose and the envelope had triggered a memory buried deep in his mind. It was the kind of signature move Dina would pull—subtle yet taunting, poetic in its cruelty. But what solidified his suspicion was the talisman. Ivy’s protection had been left behind, as if whoever took her wanted her vulnerable. And that reeked of Dina. The problem was, Dina was like the wind. She had no real home, no place to track her down. She appeared when she wanted and vanished just as easily. He had ordered Zane to gathe