Semua Bab The New Alpha Wants Me: Bab 101 - Bab 110

I wake up, finding myself in a hospital ward. My head throbs and the moment I try to move, I realize my arms and legs are bound. I groan as another throb hits my head. My wolf snarls in the back of my mind, somehow feels distant and weak.What happened? I question myself as I push against the bounds but a voice cuts through the quiet air of the room.“I'd suggest against it”I snap my head to the corner to follow the source of voice. Belle is sitting there, a magazine in her hand and face masking with exhaustion, concern and slight anger.“You injected me,” I croak, now realising why I couldn't sense her scent in the room.She nods. “We had to sedate your wolf. He was ripping trees out of the ground.”“Should’ve let him.” I mutter. “Yeah? Should’ve also let him go feral on the rest? Do you even remember what you did?” Her voice sharpens.I bite my lip, trying to remember but the throb in my head doesn't let me.“Whatever I did, I'm sure it wasn't that crazy for me to be bound like th

MELANIE: My heart is still racing about the whole encounter with that crazy man. Even as I tug the kids in the bed and wait for my husband to return home. I don't know if it's the fear that something could have happened to me and the kids or this strange nausea when he held me… like I meant something precious to him. I shake off the thoughts for the tenth time now and walk up to the kitchen. The scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes curl around me like a blanket but even the familiar comfort of my own kitchen can't settle the tremor in my hands. I stir the sauce again, though it doesn't need it. My eyes flick to the clock in the hallway. Time keeps moving but I feel stuck, left behind in the same moment I have been trying to shake since this afternoon. His arms around me hadn’t been rough or aggressive, not in the way I expected from a man shouting a name like a madman in broad daylight. They were…warm. The kind of embrace that feels too soothing, the kind… I haven't received f

MELANIE:I glance up from the quarterly report, eyes narrowing at the numbers blurring on my screen. It's been a long morning of meetings and back-to-back emails yet my inbox still looks like it’s hosting a riot. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I press my fingers to my temples. Management doesn’t sleep and being head of it means I barely blink.A soft knock at my door breaks through my thoughts.“Come in,” I call, my voice brisk.My assistant Maya pokes her head in. “Mr. Desmond wants you in the boardroom.”I raise an eyebrow. “Now?”She nods. “He said it’s important.”Of course he did. My husband only summons me like this when he has either landed a major deal or is about to drop me into one.I stand, smoothing my pants down, ignoring the little flutter of irritation that stirs in my chest. We have always promised to keep our work professional and for the whole part we do. But there are days when I wonder if he forgets that I’m not just his Company's damn

Liam pins Carlos under a gaze so sharp, I twist my fingers together, the nerves in my hands burning. Shame crawls up my skin like fire.What was I thinking letting another man stand so close? Letting him touch me?“I— I got some ink on my face,” I stammer, panic making my voice thin. “He was just helping.”“Mr. Desmond.” Carlos greets him easily, composed as ever.Liam steps inside, nods once to him then crosses the room until he is standing between us. A wall of calm possession.My heart pounds like I’ve been caught doing something criminal.“So… how’s the project going?” Liam’s tone is casual, but the undercurrent isn’t.“Everything’s moving smoothly,” Carlos replies. “Melanie is exceptional at what she does.”“She has been very stressed lately,” Liam says, his voice measured. “I’m adding another batch to this project to take some of the load off my wife.”He slips an arm around my waist. The sudden warmth of his touch startles me.“Wouldn’t want her getting sick,” he adds lightly.

Melanie’s POVThe whole night, even as I slept, Carlos was on my mind. The fact that he called to ask how I was doing, to rest and most unforgettable, ‘I care and I'll keep caring’As much as I shouldn't let this get to me, to give it a meaning. Maybe it's because I remind him of his dead girlfriend. It’s a terrible thing for me to feel happy that he sees her in me and I can't help but feel… wanted and cared for. The alarm ring forces me to sit up. Turning it off, I yawn and look by the empty side of the bed. Liam hardly ever wakes up next to me. At night, he is busy in his study, in the morning, he is always up before me. Some nights, he sleeps with the kids. Sometimes I wonder if he ever sleeps in the same bed with me.Sighing, I leave the bed and prepare myself for the day. I get the kids ready, make them breakfast and as they sit there eating, Killian doesn’t look energetic as usual.“Killian, do you not like pancakes?” I ask softly.“I like them,” he says, still looking down. I