All Chapters of Her Alpha's Secret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AlexNova sits in the hospital bed, her head bowed, hands resting in her lap. She looks small like this—vulnerable. But I know better. She’s the strongest damn person I’ve ever met. She shouldn’t have to be, though. Not with me.She lifts her head, and those mesmerizing green eyes lock onto mine. There’s wariness there... hesitation... and it cuts deeper than any blade. I should be furious—maybe I am—but more than anything, I just feel raw. Exposed.“You thought I fucking betrayed you,” I say, my voice low and measured. I take a slow step forward, forcing myself to keep my rage on a leash.“And you didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”My jaw tightens, my fists clenching at my sides. The need to lash out coils tight in my chest. But I force it down. Barely.Guilt flashes across her face, but she doesn’t look away.“I know,” she whispers. “I was wrong. I—” She stops and her jaw tightens. She’s not used to apologizing. Neither of us is.Her throat works as if she’s trying to force t

AlexThe grand hall is a masterpiece of old-world elegance. High, white marble ceilings stretch above, adorned with intricate carvings of celestial symbols in gold and blue. The colours of the Oracle Pack. The mansion is alive with music and laughter. Everyone is having a great time, and all threats of a looming war against the Arcane Pack are gone. I was surprised at how seriously the warriors took my little ‘chat' regarding Nova. Luckily, Nate backed me all the way, and our united front quickly convinced them. Besides, many of these warriors grew up with Nova. They didn’t want to harm her. It’s the annoying older men who don’t know her, who were stuck with the ancient mindset, that women are ‘weak’. I smirk… if only they knew what my fireball is capable of.I adjust the cuff of my black dress shirt, the fabric stretching over my arms. The top buttons are undone, the sleeves rolled up just enough to be comfortable, but the tailored black slacks and leather shoes keep the look polis

NovaNate watches me with an amused, knowing glint in his eyes. As I reach him, I tilt my head toward the dance floor.“Dance with me?”That easy, familiar smile spreads across his face. “Are you trying to confuse the pack, make Alex jealous, or start a war?”I laugh, taking his hand as he leads me toward the dance floor. “None of the above.”His brows lift in mock disbelief. “Oh?”“The only reaction I care about,” I murmur as he pulls me closer, “is Selene’s.”His expression flickers, and I can tell the exact moment he spots her. His gaze shifts toward the edge of the room, locking onto her. She’s frozen, eyes fixed on us, her expression a mix of shock and something else—something raw and unguarded.Nate exhales a quiet laugh. “Well, then. Mission accomplished.”I grin. “So, she is the woman you recognized during the battle with the Wendigos?”He doesn’t answer right away, leading me effortlessly across the floor before finally nodding. “Yeah. Something just clicked.”I study him, no

AlexThe rest of the party passes in a blur.As soon as Nova and I return from the woods, I’m immediately surrounded by pack members. They bombard me with questions, their chatter a constant buzz in my ears. They don’t even notice Nova’s amazing scent on me. Or if they do, they don't acknowledge it.I answer a few elders out of obligation, but my patience is thinning with every second. They want updates—how Father and I plan to keep the pack safe from Wendigos, strategies, alliances. Must we talk fucking politics at a party? The music, the laughter—everything should be about celebrating, not the never-ending cycle of blood and war.I grit my teeth and start telling them to ask Father instead. It’s not fair. As the future of the pack, I should be the one reassuring them, but my patience is at its breaking point.I scan the room, searching for Nova, needing an anchor. And I find her.She’s standing in the corner, talking to Lyra, Aurora, and Selene. That’s… a fucking weird group. Lyra,

Nova When I wake up, I am enveloped in his scent.It’s the best possible way to wake up. Warm and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a blanket. I keep my eyes closed, savouring it, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull me into a dreamlike haze.I shift slightly, and the moment I do, strong arms tighten around me.A kiss—soft, lingering, possessive—presses against my shoulder, sending shivers cascading down my spine."Good morning, my love."His voice is husky with sleep, deep and rough, and it sends flutters low in my stomach.I finally open my eyes, and the sight of him steals what little air I have left.Tousled hair. Sleepy blue eyes still dark with the remnants of the night before. A lazy smile on his sexy lips.He kisses my shoulder again, slowly, sensually this time. His tongue swirling over sensitive skinHe knows exactly what he’s doing.I don’t even have to say anything—he can feel it through the bond. The slow, heated ache curling through me. The way my body re