All Chapters of ALPHA PRINCE’S FORBIDDEN DESIRE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The gala went on as planned the next day—a glittering illusion I drifted through like a ghost in borrowed skin. Laughter filled the air, light bounced off crystal glasses, and the string quartet played a song I couldn’t remember even as I stood there listening. Everyone seemed enchanted by the atmosphere—the silk gowns, the polished shoes, the delicate scent of white lilies clinging to every surface.But I couldn’t breathe.The dress I wore might as well have been made of lead. My smile ached. My chest felt like an empty cage. I moved when someone spoke to me, I nodded, I thanked them for compliments I didn’t hear, but I wasn’t there. Not really. I was somewhere else entirely.I was thinking about Elijah.And myself.Mostly myself.The worry had lodged itself in my throat and hadn’t moved since yesterday. It was the kind of worry that gnawed slowly, not loud or sharp but constant—a dull ache behind every thought. But I didn’t have time to wallow for too long, Victor had summoned me a

I didn’t even remember walking through the door.One minute I was in hell—my father’s brand of it, brutal and endless—and the next, I was here. In the apartment I used to share with Luka. Still technically shared with him, I guessed. His hoodies still hung on the hooks by the door. There was a toothbrush by the sink, an unopened energy drink on the counter. Signs of life. His life. But not mine.I locked the door behind me and didn’t leave again.The curtains stayed drawn. The lights stayed off. Time bled out around me, thick and directionless. The world outside stopped existing. I moved through the apartment like something dead but too stubborn to rot all the way through. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t even feeling. I just… existed. Barely.My back throbbed with every breath. The skin was raw, tight, like it had been stitched together too quickly. Every time I shifted, it pulled and burned. I hadn’t changed out of the shirt I threw on that first night—it clung to me now, damp with old s

The garden smelled like lavender and fresh earth.I was small again—maybe seven or eight—kneeling in the flower beds beside Mum. The sun hung low and golden, spilling warmth across the hedges and blooming petals. Bees buzzed lazily in the distance, and windchimes clinked from the porch like tiny bells. I could hear the steady snip of her garden shears, rhythmic and familiar, like a lullaby wrapped in sound.She wore her straw hat, the one with the frayed brim and blue ribbon I used to tug when I wanted her attention. Dirt streaked her forearms, her fingernails packed with soil, but she looked radiant—like the sunlight itself loved her.“There we go,” she said softly, reaching down to pat my back. “Your hands are gentle. That’s why the flowers like you.”I grinned, my heart blooming with pride. “I wanna help every day.”She glanced sideways, her eyes warm. “I’d love that. Maybe you can teach your sister how to do this.”I giggled, still elated at the thought of having a little sibling.

“Tea or coffee?” I asked the woman seated on my couch.She looked up at me, her blue eyes full and sharp at once, and replied, “Coffee.”That was a surprise—my mother never drank coffee—but I made it without a word. Two cubes of sugar, like she used to prefer, a little milk, then I set it on a coaster and brought it to her.She nodded with a muttered, “Thank you,” and took a long sip. I just stood across from her and stared.She looked much older than the last time I saw her. Her hair was longer and more unkempt, though pinned back into one of her typically severe buns. There were more wrinkles on her once-ageless face. Her lips were pulled down in a permanent frown, her posture more slumped. Her hair was grayer. She looked tired—more fragile than I’d ever seen her.Maybe another child would feel their heart ache a little, seeing their parent like this. But I was just trying to figure out how she had found me—and, more importantly, who she might have led here.I kept waiting, tense, c

For a long moment, Victor didn’t say anything. He just stared at me in that unnerving way—like he was peeling back my skin to see what was twitching beneath. I expected him to say no. To laugh in my face. To punish me for making demands.But instead, he reached under his desk and pressed a button. A faint beep answered, followed by Izaak’s flat, ever-present voice crackling through the speaker.“Alpha?”“Prepare the girl,” Victor said simply, then released the button.That was it.I parted my lips, then slammed them shut. I shouldn’t have to say thank you. This wasn’t a favor. This was an exchange—him giving me something I should’ve gotten a long time ago.I just stood there, heart hammering, the edges of my fingers prickling with static. Either way, it was done. He was giving me this—for whatever reason, on whatever twisted impulse—but I would take it. I would take it and hold it tight, because this might be all I’d ever get.Victor rose from behind his desk and smoothed out his suit