All Chapters of Alpha’s Forbidden Temptation: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“I didn’t know she owned the restaurant,” Vespara said, her voice trembling. “I only suggested it because it was the talk of the town. The reviews were amazing, I had no idea…”She looked shaken, her eyes wide with guilt and fear. I could tell she thought I’d lose it. But instead, I reached out and took her hand, offering her a soft smile.“So what?” I said gently. “It’s okay, Ves. We’re members of the pack. And she’s the Luna, we’re bound to her, whether we like it or not.”“But still,” Vespara whispered, her voice cracking, “I’m sorry, Scarlet. It must have hurt you.”“Hurt what?” I replied, my tone calm. “Alpha and I were never meant to have a future. Deep down, I always knew that. I loved him, yes, but I also understood that we could never be something real in the way I wanted."At the time, it felt normal, my entire world revolved around him. I didn’t even know another life was possible. But now… now I’ve seen more. I’ve lived more. And honestly? I’m grateful to both Alpha and E

Dante’s POVThis morning, Annette asked me to join the children’s drill session. It was a combined art and music class, something light and creative. Normally, I would have passed. It was not my kind of environment. But three small faces came to mind, and one in particular stayed with me.So I said yes.Annette was already seated beneath the shade of a large canopy, helping Nora and Augustus hold a guitar between them. She had a calm, nurturing presence that drew children in easily. Most of the kids seemed to adore her. Even Amy, who was usually reserved, did not push her away, though she was not especially close to her either.Amy had wandered over to the upright piano on her own. Her hands hovered above the keys like she wanted to play but was not sure how. She pressed a few keys without rhythm, her small face serious. Her music teacher stood nearby, but Amy clearly wasn’t interested in him. She was disengaged and distracted. She did not trust him, and I could see it in every part o

Dante’s POV“Annette,” I said as I stepped into the study, a small package in my hand.She paused at the sound of my voice. “Yes, Alpha?” Her tone was polite, clipped. Guarded.“There’s a parcel for you,” I said simply.She stilled for a second, then walked over to me. Her eyes narrowed the moment they landed on the sender’s name. Her entire face changed, shifting from distant calm to something raw and bitter beneath the surface.“Can you throw it away?” she asked, voice brittle.“Still unwilling to open it?” I asked gently.Her bitter smile was quiet but laced with pain. “Alpha, I have told you before. Every month, I say the same thing. Discard it. Burn it. Bury it. I never want to open it. But you always keep it. Why?”“Because I believe one day, you might want to know what’s inside,” I replied. “Maybe someday, you’ll think there’s something worth salvaging. Something worth fighting for.”She looked away, blinking fast.“Why must you lose the battle, Annette?” I asked softly.Tears

Scarlet’s POVThe moment Estelle saw Annette, her face twisted with rage.She slapped Annette so hard the sound echoed through the hallway.“You tried to kill my daughter!” she screamed. “I swear, I’ll kill you!”Annette didn’t fight back. She stood there, shoulders tense, silent as Estelle’s fury broke over her.Julian rushed forward and grabbed his sister’s arm. “Stella, stop! She didn’t hurt Aria!”I stepped between them. “Princess Estelle, Aria is fine. She fainted after falling during the drill. Her injury is minor. She is resting now.”Estelle’s chest heaved. “Take me to her!”“Of course,” I said. Anything to stop her from unleashing another storm on Annette.While Estelle was with Aria, I stepped back into the waiting area. Annette was sitting on a bench, knees drawn up, her face buried in her arms. Julian was standing in front of her, holding out a handkerchief.She looked up, eyes red, and hissed, “Stay away from me, Julian. I told you, I will skin you alive.”He smiled faint

Dante’s POVI was reviewing reports in my office when the door swung open without announcement.Princess Estelle.I had expected her today.I stood up as she entered, regal as ever, with fury simmering beneath her flawless expression.“Take a seat, Princess,” I said calmly, gesturing to the chair across from my desk.She sat, placing her designer handbag beside her with deliberate grace. Her lips were set in a tight, practised smile.“You know why I’m here,” she began. “Yesterday, my daughter was injured during your summer drill. I want to know what measures you have taken to address this failure in your camp's management.”Without a word, I pulled a signed document from the file on my desk and placed it in front of her.“Before we address that, let me remind you,” I said, my voice levelled, “this is the form you personally signed when enrolling Princess Aria in the program. It clearly outlines that drills carry minor physical risks. The goal is to train strength and resilience in the