All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

—• AVERY POV •—The music was fading, the last note stretching like a thread about to snap. Relief swelled inside me. If I could just slip away before he said anything more… before his eyes burned into me deeper than they already had.I loosened my fingers from his and turned, ready to leave.Then the hall doors burst open.“Alpha!” Lucas’s panicked voice rang out, breaking through the atmosphere of music and murmurs. “It’s Liam—he collapsed in the car!”My heart dropped straight to my stomach.I didn’t think. I didn’t weigh risks. I didn’t care that people were watching or that Damon was just a step behind me. The word collapsed was enough. My body moved before my mind could catch up.I bolted.The cold air outside struck my face, sharp and biting, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. My heels clattered against the pavement as I sprinted toward the black Bentley parked under the dim lit streets.“Liam!” My voice broke as I yanked the door open.He lay there—small, still, h

—• AVERY POV •—Her heels clicked softly as she entered, her face drawn with false worry.The shadows pressed tightly against me as I crouched in the corner of the balcony, my pulse hammering in my throat. I hardly dared to breathe. From where I was hidden, I could see Damon’s broad back as he stood over Liam’s bed, his tall frame blocking most of the lamplight.His hand moved slowly, brushing across Liam’s small forehead. His voice was low, almost broken. “You scared me tonight, son…”The gentleness in his tone pierced through me. For years, I had imagined what kind of father Damon would be if he had known about Liam. Strong? Distant? Or protective? Now I saw it with my own eyes, and it made my chest ache with something I couldn’t name.But then Jessica’s shrill voice broke the silence.“Damon, you should leave him to the doctors,” she said, coming to stand beside him, her fake concern painting her face. “He’s resting now. Come with me. Let’s go.”Her hand reached out to touch his ar

—•AVERY•— The tires screeched softly as I pulled the car into the driveway. My hands were tight on the wheel until the engine finally went quiet. Midnight air brushed against my skin when I opened the door and stepped out. I felt drained—my body heavy from sneaking into Damon’s mansion, from fighting him, from seeing my son and realizing what danger lingered around him.I dragged my feet toward the mansion, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. All I wanted was my bed, silence, and maybe a moment to breathe. But as soon as I walked into the living room, I stopped short.My uncle was there, seated alone, a bottle of whiskey on the table beside him. Knox White. The same man who had tried to stop me earlier, the same man whose words had cut me like cold iron. His broad shoulders slumped slightly, though he still had that rigid aura around him, the one that made everyone else in the world shrink.I stiffened, my first instinct to ignore him. My heart still burned with the way he’

—•AVERY•— “Avery… wake up.” A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me out of sleep. I stirred, my neck aching from the uncomfortable position I had fallen into. When I slowly opened my eyes, sunlight was streaming through the office windows, spilling across the papers scattered on the desk. My back felt stiff, my hair was tangled, and I blinked a few times before realizing—I had slept in the office chair.“Hey,” Jess’s soft voice broke through my fog. She was standing right beside me, her brows knitted together in worry. “Did you sleep well?”I straightened a little, rubbing the side of my neck. Jess handed me a steaming cup of coffee, and the aroma instantly filled the air between us.I took it with a small, warm smile, trying to mask the heaviness in my chest. “Yes,” I murmured, though my voice was hoarse. “I did.”The first sip warmed me from the inside, easing some of the tension. I placed the cup back on the desk carefully before looking up at her.Jess had already sat down across

—•AVERY•—My heart pounded fast. The woman’s eyes never left mine. She stood there with that strange calm smile that made my stomach twist.I took a slow step back, still holding my handbag tightly. “What do you mean… you’ve been waiting for me?” I asked, my voice low but shaky.The woman tilted her head slightly, her eyes glinting. “Exactly what I said, child. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”I frowned, glancing around to see if anyone was watching us. The people at the grocery store had gone back to their business, but something about this woman made me uneasy. “Who are you?” I demanded. “And why were those girls pushing you out?”The woman chuckled softly, her voice deep and smooth. “Sometimes, it is easier to see true hearts when you wear the face of weakness. The cruel will always show their colors first.”That only made me more confused. “What are you talking about?”She took a slow step closer, and I stiffened. There was something about her presence—something n