All Chapters of Alpha’s Forbidden Temptation: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Scarlet’s POV"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, stepping into my office and catching sight of Vespara lounging on the couch like she owned the place. "Are the kids okay? Don’t tell me Nora jumped off the stairs again?"Vespara waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. I dropped them off at Elizabeth’s. They are fine. You, on the other hand, are working way too much. I have been juggling those three like a double-duty nanny all week, I’m done. Tonight, we are going on the ultimate best friend date."I laughed, walking over to pinch her cheeks. "So my husband is taking me on a date, huh?"It was a running joke. People constantly mistook us for a couple, specifically a lesbian one. They always assumed Vespara was the dominant one, all tall and fierce, while I was the dainty, doting wife. We leaned into it now, mostly for laughs. Truthfully, Vespara did act like the kids’ father, while I naturally slipped into the mom role. That’s just how we were.Vespara rolled her eyes, already half

Scarlet’s POVThe stretcher arrived swiftly. Nurses carefully lifted Ace’s limp, bloodied body and wheeled him into the ICU. As they disappeared behind the swinging double doors, a burden settled in my chest like a stone. We had no idea which version of Ace we would wake up to, the gentle soul we knew, or the uncontrollable storm trapped within him.Rome, unconscious and bloodied, was also taken away. A separate team of doctors rushed him to a private room down the corridor. Vespara followed them. Hours passed in a haze of blood, antiseptic, and anxiety.Rome’s condition eventually stabilised. He was bruised and battered, but he would recover. Ace, though… he was still. Too still. His wounds ran deeper than skin. He looked like someone who had fought not just an enemy, but a part of himself.It was just after dawn when I heard a soft whisper from the ICU bed.“Doctor… are you okay?”His voice was fragile. A child’s voice. Ace’s voice. The one we knew. His golden eyes blinked open, gla

Scarlet’s POV“STOP IT!” I shouted, stepping between them again. “You will not kill him. You will not harm anyone else. You will lie down on that bed. And you will stay there. Your punishment is that no one speaks to you until you reflect on what you have done.”Ace’s chest rose and fell with fury, his entire body coiled like a loaded spring. But then, like a storm suddenly silenced, he lowered his head.“Yes, Doctor,” he murmured.The wild wolf who had just challenged the Alpha of the pack obeyed.I took a breath, wiped the blood from my brow with the back of my hand, and stepped forward.“Alpha,” I said, my voice clear despite the pain pulsing in my skull. “Can we please talk alone, if possible?”Alpha Dante’s eyes locked onto mine. For a long moment, he said nothing. His gaze flicked briefly to the blood on my forehead, and I saw the tension twitch in his jaw. Then, with a curt nod, he gestured for his men to follow. I led the way, pausing only to lock the door to Ace’s room.Once

Dante’s POVSuddenly, the quiet hum of the room was shattered.Ace woke with a start, golden eyes glowing with that eerie and unnatural light. His body jerked upright. He tore out the IV lines and monitors while sending machines clattering to the floor. He was heading straight for the door, straight for me.He saw me and froze.And I saw him.Not just the boy, but the storm beneath. The hollowness in his gaze. The death he had seen or caused. The blood on his soul he couldn’t wash off. I saw every monster he was trying to bury.Scarlet had said he was suffering from PTSD. That he had forgotten everything.I let out a dry, humourless chuckle.Naive, innocent Scarlet. She always trusts people too much. Especially, the weak ones. The one tortured by fate. Like herself. She must have seen herself in Ace. And the reason she was protecting him was that she might have seen herself in the boy. Ace might have PTSD, but he hadn’t forgotten a damn thing. He was hiding it. Pretending. Playing th

Now the four of us were seated in the restaurant, halfway through our meal. The food was good—great, even—but it was hard to focus on my plate with the show happening across the table.Amy was an incredibly picky eater. Nora had warned me earlier that her sister only ate certain things and in very specific ways.“Once, Mommy cut her egg with a knife, and Amy cried the whole day,” Nora had said, her voice full of exasperated affection.I had looked at her in disbelief, eyebrows raised. “Seriously?”Nora nodded solemnly. “Since then, we always ask her how she wants her egg cut. Otherwise, it's a full-blown crisis.”Today, we’d ordered eggs for Amy. Plain eggs. No salt, no seasoning, nothing. Just scrambled eggs, and she wanted to eat them—with strawberries. I still couldn’t wrap my head around that combo. Eggs and strawberries? But she was happily eating, so I kept my opinions to myself.Meanwhile, I was doing my best to focus on my own plate, savoring the food. Compared to Amy, I felt