All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

—• AVERY POV •—Dinner was over, and the three of us left the restaurant with the night air brushing softly against our skin. Knox’s hand rested protectively on my shoulder as we walked to the car, while Jess trailed behind, her face unusually quiet, like she was lost in thought.When we reached home, the mansion lights glowed warmly, and the staff opened the doors for us. My uncle leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, princess,” he said with his easy charm, but his green eyes softened in a way that always reminded me how much he truly cared.“Goodnight, Uncle,” I whispered back, smiling as he retreated to his wing of the house.Jess yawned loudly, clutching her iPad against her chest. “I’m heading upstairs. Today has drained me completely,” she muttered, her eyes still stealing glances in Knox’s direction even though he had already disappeared down the hall.I smirked but said nothing. “Goodnight, Jess.”She waved lazily with one hand and trudged up the stairs

—AVERY POV— I felt a thin line of anger curl in my chest. My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. The memory of how men had used women in the past flashed in my mind — cheap promises dressed as help, favors paid in empty smiles. I wanted to spit.“That’s more reason I don’t want him,” I said coldly.Ethan’s face lost color for a second. His smile faltered. He blinked, visibly stunned that someone would refuse him. Zeke’s eyes widened and he tried to recover with a nervous smile.“No, no, Miss White—” Zeke stammered. “You see… you're father asked me to… to make sure someone respectable looks after you at the banquet. He—”My cool broke. Something hot and fierce rose inside me. I slammed my hand down on the desk. The sound echoed in the office. Papers jumped. Zeke and Ethan flinched like they’d been struck.“How dare you bring my father into this!” I snapped, my voice sharp with a truth I could no longer hold back. Ethan opened his mouth, but I continued. My voice grew sharper,

—• AVERY POV •—I froze the second I heard his name fall from Taylor’s lips.Damon Sinclair.The sound of it made my heart stutter painfully inside my chest. My fingers tightened around the glass in front of me as if it could steady me, but my pulse only grew louder. I lifted my eyes slowly and there he was—Tall, broad-shouldered, filling the restaurant with his presence like he always did. His charcoal suit fit him perfectly, his hair slicked back, his jaw sharper than I remembered. Time hadn’t dulled him; it had made him even more devastatingly handsome, and seeing him now sent a storm raging through me.And beside him—Jessica. She was dressed to perfection, her chin slightly lifted, as she stood proudly beside him. Her hand curled around his arm as if she owned him. The sight alone made bile rise in my throat. I gripped the glass tightly, forcing my hand not to shake, and turned my back just a little more, making sure my face stayed hidden.I swallowed hard and quickly lowered my

—• AVERY POV •—It was Saturday. The smell of something rich and savory greeted me before I even reached the bottom of the stairs. I rubbed my eyes groggily and blinked against the early light pouring through the windows.When I walked into the kitchen, I froze.Uncle Knox was wearing an apron—an apron!—while standing in front of the stove, moving a pan with surprising ease. Jess was by his side, holding a bowl and laughing shyly every time he gave her instructions. Her cheeks were redder than tomatoes.For a second, I just stood there, then I cleared my throat. “Good morning.”They both turned to me quickly. Knox looked tall and aloof, but his smile warm through in that easy way of his. “Morning, little one.” Jess gave a quick bow and murmured a soft, “Good morning, Avery.”I raised a brow, suppressing a smile. “What’s going on here?”Knox wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, apron string loose against his waist. “I woke up early, thought I’d cook for you. My little niece

The surrounding guests stopped talking, their eyes darting between us. Murmurs rose again.Kira froze, her painted smile faltering, her eyes flickering wildly. “I—I beg your pardon?”I tilted my head slightly, my voice sharp as glass. “I don’t recall knowing you.”People stared, whispering furiously. Kira’s face flushed with shock, her body stiffening under the weight of humiliation.Jennifer quickly stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly as she forced a smile. “Miss White, my daughter received your invitation herself. I am Jennifer Coleman, surely you recall sending it?”Her husband joined in, bowing stiffly. “Yes, Miss White. We were personally invited by you. My daughter—”My gaze locked on him. I remembered calling him father not knowing he was never truly mine. He had always chosen Kira, looked through me as though I was nothing. He even let Kira stole my mate, my wedding, my life. And when I learned I wasn’t even his real daughter, everything made sense.“I don’t know wh