All Chapters of Alpha Liam: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Darius:From the shadows of the trees, I watched her.While I was here, supposedly watching Claire crumble, I found myself watching her.The way she helped everyone, the way she walked around like she owned a spot. Everyone kept respecting her. Those eyes. If she wants the trailer, well, maybe she was alpha. Blood did run through her veins, I could feel it.The way she moved through the courtyard, head high, calm, giving quiet, precise orders while everyone else panicked. The way she kept her hand firm on Claire’s shoulder, even as blood pooled under her skirt.She was striking in a way that surprised even me. And I, for one, was not easily surprised.She wasn’t just beautiful... it was not just how she looked. No… She was dangerous, compelling, intriguing, and I found myself wanting to see more.She froze once. Her head turned, her sharp eyes scanning the tree line, landing right where I stood.Ah.So she could feel me.She caught my eye.A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips

Alaria:I didn’t belong here.“Just walk away, Alaria. You can walk away. You have to walk away.” I said, encouraging myself with each step that I took.But all I could think about was him. The way that he held her in his arms, the way his back was hunched over as he pulled her into his embrace. The fact that it was she who got it in the end, despite everything, despite me being his wife at first, she somehow managed to break everything that I had and still she was the one who was favored. Of course, she would be. She was his wife.Even through the closed door, I could hear her muffled cries, her hands clutching at his shirt as she fell apart.The way my chest ached as I looked at them, as I saw him holding her, comforting her. As I heard her words.I shouldn’t have stayed to watch. I should have simply just walked away because it meant nothing. I shouldn't have even comforted him.But I couldn’t move. My legs weren't allowing me to.And what hurt the most wasn’t the sight of him comf

Alaria:The morning air was sharp as I stepped into the courtyard with Anastasia’s little hand tucked in mine.She was unusually quiet, her wide eyes darting between the wolves that milled about, most of whom lowered their heads when they saw me coming.“Are you okay, baby?” I asked softly, glancing down at her. “You're very quiet today and that's not a settling as I wanted to be. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?”She nodded quickly, but her fingers tightened around mine. Though I could hear it in her heartbeat, her breath, and the way that she looked around as if sensing danger, that there was something that was on her mind.“They keep looking at you, Mama,” she whispered. “Everyone just keeps looking like they want to do something or like they want to say something.”I smiled faintly and brushed a stray curl from her cheek.“They’re just… not sure what to make of us yet,” I murmured back. “That’s all. But we shouldn't really care about anyone looking goddess, we should b

Alaria:I found myself wandering aimlessly, my shawl clutched around my shoulders as my steps carried me through the east wing and back out into the courtyard.Although I had no intention of actually rocking around, I found myself needing to roam. I found myself needing to clear my mind.After everything that had happened these past few days, Liam, Claire, Anastasia’s tears, I couldn’t sit still. The air in my room felt heavy, suffocating. And I knew that I needed fresh air, otherwise I knew that I would be collapsing in a way that shouldn't be right, and neither for me nor for anyone that surrounded me.So I walked.And I just kept walking aimlessly as I got lost in my thoughts, as I got lost in the pain that I was feeling, as I realized and reminded myself of the truth that I was in. I was simply here for Anastasia and that was how things were going to be. She was his rightful daughter and keeping her away was not going to do me any good. But the idea of having to deal with her pain

Alaria:I watched them quietly.Particularly because I don't even know what to say. I didn't know how I was going to be able to speak without my voice breaking or without saying something that I knew that I might end up regretting.It was strange, seeing my daughter standing there, clutching her little hands together as she glared up at him with all the bravery she could muster.And even stranger, watching him crouch to her level and actually listen.When his larger hand wrapped around her pinky, I caught the faintest flicker of something in his face. Something softer.But I refused to let myself linger on it. I refused to allow myself to hold on to it, but when he asked me the question, when he addressed it to me that we would not be running away, I found myself holding a breath that I knew I shouldn't be.Anastasia pulled her hand back after their little promise and glanced up at me, uncertainty in her big eyes.“Go play for a while, sweetheart,” I murmured softly, brushing her chee