All Chapters of I Am Done Being Your Doormat, Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EmmaThe Lycan King moved ahead with a commanding presence that silenced the room. He stepped forward, displaying certainty and total control. Each footstep echoed with weight and authority as if the floor itself responded to his power. The guests parted and made a path, their heads lowered in respect or fear. No one dared to make eye contact. His sharp gaze swept the crowd not in curiosity but as if he already knew who belonged and who didn’t. He walked with calm precision not a trace of hurry in his movements, like a ruler who never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. The silence was thick, broken only by low mutters from those too afraid to speak louder. The air around him felt heavy, like it bowed to his will before the rest of us could.“Here comes the Lycan King. She’s doomed.” One of the VIPs from Andrew’ group muttered. The others nodded in agreement.“If only she weren’t too stubborn.” The VIPs from our company also muttered. The ones that warned me about bending a knee

EmmaThe hall froze in disbelief. Shock rippled through the crowd like a powerful wave. The man who once stood as the voice of the throne now lay decapitated at the feet of the King he had served. Blood trailed from the corpse in slow, winding paths, reaching the edges of the crowd that instinctively stepped back without a word.The Lycan King remained still. His posture never shifted. His hand, soaked in blood, rested at his side as if nothing had changed. Not even the warmth of fresh blood on his skin drew a reaction from him. His face stayed unreadable, his expression as still as stone. Within a fleeting instant, a life was lost. King Alexander gestured his hand. One of his men came with a handkerchief wiping the fresh blood from his hands. Not a single muscle moved in the sight of this. The King just let the blood wiped entirely in his hand along with the silence.My eyes caught staring at the King. His hands had taken a life easily, without flinching like he just took the life o

Andrew I tried to catch my breath the moment the council turned their back. I was hoping at least one of them would look back to change their mind and save me but none did. They didn’t. Not even a pause. Beta James, who had been walking away with the others, suddenly halted. He spun around and came back toward me. I barely had time to process it before he shoved himself in front of me.James. My Beta. The man who swore loyalty beside me for years. My supposed ride-or-die. My guardian.But I was wrong. Dead wrong. He squared up while wearing that smug, invisible Alpha crown. The thing was practically choking both of us. And his stare? It was brutal. It cut right through the last scraps of dignity I had left. "You betrayed me!" I hissed. My throat tightened. The words burned my mouth like bad whiskey. "After all the crap I did for you? You and your whole damn family owe me everything! And this is how you pay me back?"But James didn’t even twitch. There were seriously no changes in

EmmaThe sun was already up when I walked into the restaurant. The light came in through the big windows and touched the chairs and tables gently. Outside, the streets were quiet. Only a few cars passed by. It was early, and not many people were awake yet. That made me feel calm.I slowly closed my eyes and heaved a deep breath. Then a smile was formed on my lips. The peace that came with sitting alone was just so satisfying. Nobody was staring. Nobody was expecting me to say a damn thing. Just the low, cozy buzz of the restaurant drifting around. And finally, some peace and quiet all to myself. I didn’t even notice how much I craved this hush. Not till that first bite of grilled salmon basically melted in my mouth.After the party? Damn right, I earned this.That gala? Total theater. Everyone was tiptoeing around and tossing out compliments that sounded sweet but felt as sharp as a tack. Plus, way too much champagne pretending to make it all classy. Everyone pretended they hadn’t spe

EmmaThe dinner went on. I went full-on mime mode, mesmerized by my mashed potatoes like they were some kind of abstract art installation. Seriously, I was all in. Just me, my fork, and an imaginary world where small talk didn’t exist.Was I meant to break the ice or just vibe in silence until His Furriness decided to grace me with conversation? Seriously, where’s the chapter in Emily Post for awkward meals with supernatural monarchs? Spoiler, there isn’t one.And even if it were, this situation felt… different. It felt too personal and too strange.So I chose silence. It felt safer.Alexander ate like he had all the time in the world. Not in that slow, look-at-me way… just… controlled. Almost too chill, actually. Every movement had this weird sense of purpose. It was like he was following some private ritual. Not for show. Actually, that’s what made him so damn unnerving. And, I gotta admit, kind of badass. Meanwhile, my food? It was basically untouched. I stabbed at it, made mys