Semua Bab I Am Done Being Your Doormat, Alpha: Bab 141 - Bab 150

AndrewI never thought it’d end up like this. Not in a million years.There I was, slumped against some ancient, frostbitten bricks, sidewalk cracked to pieces beneath me. My whole body was shaking. I was wearing a torn jacket that didn’t even belong to me but it was not enough to warm me. Or maybe someone had dumped it, and I just picked it up. It didn't matter. It stank like beer and wet dog, but it was better than nothing.My stomach growled once more. It had been two days since I had my last meal. And it was just half a sandwich that seemed to be forgotten on a bench. I stole that too. Funny how quickly I’d adapted to crawling for scraps.Alpha Andrew Campbell. That was the name they used to chant. Alpha. Leader. Warborn.Now?I was nothing.Less than nothing. I was just a stray mutt on the street.I pulled my knees in closer to my chest as I tried to block the wind cutting through the alley like knives. My breath came out shaky. The world had moved on without me. My pack had thr

AndrewThe silence along the hallway was deafening. I did my best not to let my footsteps make any sound on the polished marble floor as I followed Lyle through the long corridor. Every inch of this place reeked of elegance. It had gilded sconces flickered with warm light, and intricate gold-leaf patterns framed the high ceilings. The walls were also lined with oil paintings in thick, antique frames. Some looked centuries old.I was absolutely the lost alley cat slinking into the king’s ballroom, pretending I belonged when. But let’s be honest, I was still dragging around the stink of every mistake I’d ever made. Those memories? They were cllinging to me like secondhand smoke. The guilt? It wrapped tight around my spine, squeezing just enough to remind me I wasn’t supposed to be here.Lyle parked himself in front of these towering doors. Real drama, carved up with weird runes that might as well have been doodles from another universe.“She’s waiting for you,” he said, barely looki

AndrewDays passed quietly in the villa. Time, for once, moved without a knife to my back.Charlotte visited often. She was always bringing something in her arms. Sometimes it was books she figured I’d vibe with. Sometimes pastries she whipped up at 2 a.m.. Sometimes these random doodles scribbled on napkins when insomnia hit her hard. I never asked for any of that stuff. She just showed up with it. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. If I were to be asked, the girl could talk an ear off. I swear, she acted like a minute of quiet might actually kill her.She filled the space with stories. Her childhood memories, favorite books, palace rumors, and dreams of leaving the kingdom just for a day to explore the world without guards trailing her. She had a voice made for poetry. It was soft, unsure, and too trusting. The kind of voice you wanted to protect, even if you didn’t understand why.I listened more than I spoke. When I did say something, I picked my words like stones acro

EmmaThe convention hall was buzzing. It was like being inside a hive, but with fancier shoes. People everywhere, clacking around, trying not to spill their coffee or say anything too weird. The chandeliers were overkill, honestly. They hung there like they were dripping diamonds, which I guess was the point, but all it did was make the floor look like a disco ball exploded.Banners were flapping around, advertising every company’s “Miracle Cure” or “Next Big Thing.” I'd thought we were at the Olympics for a moment for corporate bragging. I was parked by our booth. The Merisi Enterprise’s navy backdrop making me look way more professional than I felt. There I was, answering questions for the hundredth time, sounding way more confident than I actually was—fake it ‘til you make it, right?“Yes, we’re diving into those sustainable elixirs, aiming for less kaboom and more chill,” I told this healer who was scribbling notes like she was decoding hieroglyphics. “We dropped side effects by 2

AlexanderRain threatened the horizon.I stood by the window in my study. My arms were crossed over my chest as I watched the clouds move and gather like they were waiting to break. The sky grew darker by the minute making the air felt heavier. The glass under my hand felt cold. And surprisingly, the chill sank into my skin as I leaned forward a little.Outside, the estate looked calm.The garden had clean paths. Meanwhile, you could see the grass was cut short. The trees stood still like they were holding their breath.From here, everything seemed quiet and perfect. But I knew it wasn’t real. That view was a lie made of sunlight and silence. My life had never been simple or good. It always came with blood, silence, or something I had to give up.Behind me, Liam stood near the wall. He looked relaxed, one ankle crossed over the other, arms resting lazily at his sides. But I knew that look too. Casual on the outside, alert underneath. That was how he always carried himself. Delta. My cou