All Chapters of Sleeping with the Alpha Who Despised Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jay – POVSteven had been on my neck for weeks, asking—no, begging—me to take him to the training field.“Uncle Jay, please,” he’d say every morning, tugging at my shirt collar while I tried to drink my coffee in peace. “I’ll be so good! Please. I want to be strong like you.”Eventually, I caved. And now here we were.The late morning sun spilled across the training field, warm and soft. I sat under the shaded canopy with my laptop open on the table in front of me, going through some office files that couldn’t wait. Steven, on the other hand, was everywhere—running, laughing, tumbling across the grass like a miniature hurricane in sneakers.Peter had graciously offered to keep him company, and the poor man was already drenched in sweat.Every few minutes, Steven would glance back at me with that impossibly bright smile of his and wave both hands in the air like he was signaling an airplane.And every time, I waved back.I didn’t even realize I’d been smiling the entire time until Pete

Jay POVThere was a light round of applause.“My name is Professor Greystone, and I’ve had the honor of teaching some of these brilliant minds seated here today. Tonight, we not only celebrate academic excellence, but strength, perseverance, and leadership—values that define not just lawyers, but members of this pack.”Another wave of applause followed, heavier this time.“Now, it is my privilege to invite a man who needs no introduction. The Alpha of the Meadow Pack. A visionary. And above all, a father who has set the standard for leadership within our ranks. Please welcome, Alpha Tyson Hearts.”I straightened in my seat as my father took the stage.The applause echoed through the room.“Thank you, Professor,” he said, his deep voice steady and clear. “Tonight is not only about academic success. It’s about the spirit of commitment. The strength to pursue your dreams, no matter how heavy your burdens may be. To every graduate in this hall—you’ve already shown that you have the heart

River POVThe lights came on all at once, and I froze.My mouth fell open.The room was decorated beautifully. Balloons and flowers lined the edges of the walls. A banner in gold cursive stretched across the ceiling that read Congratulations River! And there, standing beneath it, were the people I loved most—Hailey, Mira, Jay’s parents… even members of the pack that I didn't expect to see.I stared in shock, completely overwhelmed.Jay came up beside me, that familiar smug grin on his face.“You—” I started, but my throat tightened.“You did this?”He gave a small shrug. “Well, someone had to make sure the best graduating student got more than a toast.”I couldn’t stop the tears that gathered in my eyes. The emotion hit me hard—gratitude, disbelief, joy, everything all at once.Steven peeked out from behind the couch, his face lit up like the sun.“Mama! Surprise!” he giggled.I walked over and scooped him into my arms, pressing my cheek to his. “You little rascal,” I whispered, huggi

Jay – POV"Just one more shot. I promise I won't want anymore," River slurred, her hand wobbling slightly as she reached for the tiny glass on the counter.I stared at her, completely dumbfounded.River. Drunk.If someone had told me earlier that this girl would be drunk by the end of the night, I’d have laughed. Hard. But here I was—watching her sway slightly in my living room with flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and the hiccupy confidence of someone who thought they were still totally in control.I had never seen River drunk. Never even imagined it.But of course, Hailey had to come up with a stupid drinking game after the guests had left, and now I was stuck babysitting a very happy, very loud, and very drunk River. Good thing Steven was fast asleep upstairs. If he were awake, there was no telling what he’d witness—or repeat.“This is your fault,” I snapped, shooting Hailey a glare as I snatched the half-full wine bottle out of her reach before she could top River off again.Hailey ju

River POVThe sunlight hit my eyelids, forcing them open with an annoying persistence. I blinked against the brightness, groaning softly as I tried to shift under the covers—except... something felt off.This wasn't my bed.I sat up slowly, the sheets sliding off my skin as I looked around in confusion. The bedroom was unfamiliar—too clean, too organized, and definitely not mine. The walls were painted a soft gray, the dresser by the window a dark polished wood. A subtle citrusy cologne lingered in the air, blending with the faint scent of laundry detergent.My heart skipped.Where the hell did I sleep last night?I stretched a bit, my body aching slightly from what I assumed was a mix of terrible sleep posture and... other reasons. I turned to the side, and that’s when I saw him.Jay.Sleeping peacefully beside me.His arm was folded under his head, his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, and for a second... just one second, he looked so innocent. So unlike the storm of thoughts flood