All Chapters of Alpha Santa : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

PiperThe training yard buzzes with energy as we head to class, but it’s not because of excitement over drills or sparring. It’s the usual whispers about Elijah, and my breath hitches when I hear the annoying giggles.“Did you see him yesterday?” Beatrice’s voice is loud enough for me to catch every word. “Oh my goddess, he’s even more handsome in person.”“Handsome?” Delilah scoffs, flipping her sleek ponytail. “Try eatable. Those shoulders, that jawline... I’d let him throw me across the room any day—or bend me into any position he likes.”The girls around her burst into laughter, their shamelessness gushing, making my blood boil.“Forget throwing,” another voice adds, her voice dripping with longing, and I turn to see it's Leona, of all people, smirking like she owns the world. “I’d happily be tied up if it meant being by his side. He’s wasted on anyone else.”Leona. The same Leona I’d knocked out cold last week for running her mouth about me. Guess her trip to the clinic wasn’t en

Elijah’s POVThe warm spray of the shower pelts my skin, but it does little to calm my restless mind. Piper’s scent lingers everywhere, tormenting me, pulling me apart piece by piece. It’s maddening—knowing she’s here, in the same building, so close yet so untouchable. My hand scrubs at my chest absentmindedly, my thoughts spiralling back to the way her lips felt against mine, soft and warm, like honey dripping straight to my soul.Damn Serena for ruining that moment.I bite back a growl, remembering how Piper had pulled away, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment when Serena walked in on us. Serena’s warning had been sharp and precise—keep your distance; don’t let anyone know she’s your mate. For her safety, she’d said. Piper doesn’t even have her wolf yet. But how the hell am I supposed to keep my distance when she’s all I can think about?I slap the shower knob, cutting off the water. This isn’t working. I grab a towel, drying off quickly as a plan forms in my mind. Serena might th

Piper I shift awkwardly on my feet, feeling like an intruder in a moment far too intimate to witness. Ryder moves even closer, their foreheads pressed together, his hand cradling Zoe's face with a tenderness that makes my chest tighten in jealousy. Zoe’s lips tremble, and there’s something in Ryder’s gaze—warmth, devotion, a silent promise he’s desperate for her to believe.And for a second, I think she just might, and I know this is my cue to leave.Clearing my throat softly, I wait for them to acknowledge me—but they don't even notice me or give me a glance. It’s as if the world has narrowed to just the two of them. Feeling awkward and out of place, I slip out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.As soon as I'm in the hallway, I press my back against the wall and let out a slow, shaky breath.I should be happy for Zoe. Really, I should. But as I stare at my empty hands, a wave of longing crashes over me. . I can’t help but wish—wish it was me in there. Wish I was the o

I lie on my side, watching Elijah sleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest in sync with his steady breathing. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air. My fingers gently trace the mark on my neck, the place where his teeth had sunk into me, claiming me, binding me to him in a way that still feels unreal. I can't believe it. I'm marked.I'm his.I swallow, my mind racing. Does this mean I'll turn soon? When does it happen? I'm so nervous.I remember reading from that book Zoe had given me: Turning into your wolf naturally is more painful than being marked by your mate.A small smile tugs at my lips. Maybe I got lucky after all. If the book is right, the pain won’t be as bad since Elijah marked me first. I exhale in relief, but just as I start to relax, my wolf’s voice hisses through my mind, slicing through my thoughts coldly."I hate to be the one to break it to you, human."I freeze, my stomach dropping. Oh no."But that only happens if t

Elijah's POVMy gaze sweeps over the sea of confused and frustrated faces. The women whisper among themselves, their eyes darting around as they search for answers, desperate to figure out who my mate is—an answer only I know.I can see the disappointment flickering in their expressions, the way their hopeful smiles falter. I don’t blame them. They’ve spent months training, dreaming, and hoping to be chosen, misled by my stepmother’s carefully laid plans—or should I say Serena’s schemes? And now, with just a few words, I’ve shattered their illusions.But I don’t care. My eyes are locked onto one person—Piper.She stands stiffly in the crowd, her shoulders tense as if bracing for a storm. Her brown eyes are wide and wary, lips pressed into a thin line. Ever since I walked in, I haven't been able to take my eyes off her, especially after what we shared—after I marked her. But she refuses to meet my gaze. Even so, I can feel her through our bond—the nervous energy thrumming beneath her