All Chapters of Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELEANOR My heart races as I open the door, breath catching at the sight of him. Tristan stands in the doorway, his suit perfectly fitted, emphasizing his power. In his hand, a bouquet of white roses—their delicate beauty mocking the storm brewing between them. But it's the fire in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter, the sensation in my core demanding my attention.Heat floods my cheeks, my pulse quickening as I desperately fight the flush creeping over my skin. I'm about to slam the door, to tell him to fuck off, but he moves so fast, too fast—shoving the flowers between the door and the frame, forcing the entry. My mouth opens to scold him, to tell him just how infuriating he is, but the words die on my lips the second his hand cups my face, pulling me toward him with an intensity that leaves me breathless.His lips land on mine—demanding, possessive, hungry; Rough, but not unkind. It’s everything I’ve been fighting against, all at once. My hands tremble as they rest on his ches

TRISTANEleanor dropped into the chair with enough force to shake the table, her anger clear. Arms crossed, she jabbed at her food, her fork clinking loudly against the plate.Maurice raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between Eleanor and me. “You alright, Elle?” he asked, his voice cautious.“I’m fine,” she snapped, her lips pressed into a tight line. The tension in the room was palpable. Even Kate, usually full of chatter, sat quietly next to her grandmother, watching her mom with wide eyes.I leaned back in my chair, observing with mild amusement. Her irritation was almost entertaining, though I knew better than to let that show. Eleanor was like a storm—wild, unpredictable, and fierce. Poking at it only made it worse.She dropped her fork suddenly, the sharp clatter breaking the silence. “I’m full,” she announced, pushing her plate away. Before anyone could argue, she straightened her back, folding her arms as if to steel herself. “And I have something to say.”Queen and Maurice

ELEANOR I stood by the door, my ear pressed against the wood, listening to Tristan talk about the Mate Ceremony. Each word sent a jolt through me. But why? He already had a mate. I was his mate.The thought of him standing in that hall, going through the motions, pretending to choose someone else—it made my blood boil. Did no one see the Bond between us? Did they not feel it? Why did they insist on clinging to this ridiculous tradition when fate had already made the choice? How could they be so blind, so willing to ignore something so powerful?My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I should be relieved. The ceremony didn’t matter. It was meaningless because at least Tristan could pick someone else and leave me the hell alone. But every time I heard it mentioned, frustration twisted in my chest, burning hotter than it should.And by the way, wasn't I supposed to hate him, to push him away and never look back? After everything, I had every reason to. But no matter

ELEANORI broke into cold sweat as I followed my mother down the hallway. Her pace was brisk, but the urgency in her movements sent my heart pounding. Every step felt heavier than the last, and the silence in the mansion only made my anxiety worse. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.Then we heard the sound again. Faint. Weak.A whimper.The sound barely registered at first, but when it did, it sent a chill down my spine. It was Kate.Dread filled me. I have to reach her.My mother and I exchanged a look, both filled with fear, before she pushed the door open.And froze.The sight before us hit me like a punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I barely registered my mother’s sharp intake of breath before she rushed forward, and I followed right behind her. My eyes locked onto the small, unmoving figure on the floor—a sight no mother should ever have to see.Kate. Oh gods, please no!She was pale—too pale. Her skin had lost its usual glow, and

TRISTAN"I'm sorry," the healer said gently, his gaze settling on Eleanor, who was still crying in my arms. "But we need you to step outside so we can focus on stabilizing her."The moment shattered. The little bubble we had been in—just me holding her, keeping her together—was gone. I felt Eleanor tense as I pulled away, and the warmth between us faded as we stepped out of the room.The door clicked shut behind us, sealing Kate inside with the medical team. The hallway was silent, thick with worry. Eleanor stood stiff beside me, her breathing uneven, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding herself together by sheer force of will. But it wasn’t enough. Her shoulders shook, and her breath came in uneven gasps.“She’s going to be okay,” I murmured, stepping closer.She didn’t react.Her eyes were glued to the door, wide and unblinking. The look of vulnerability on her face hit me hard in the chest. Eleanor was strong—really strong. But right now, she looked fragile.Witho