Semua Bab The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Bab 121 - Bab 130

—•AVERY•—I sat there, quietly staring at my half-empty glass of water, my mind running in circles. His proposal replayed in my head like a stubborn echo.A business collaboration.At first, I wanted to refuse right away. Every instinct in me screamed no. The idea of working with him—of being anywhere near him—made my stomach twist. But then another thought came, one that made my chest tighten even more.If I accepted, I’d get the chance to see Liam again.My little boy.Even if Damon didn’t know the truth… at least I’d get to be near my son, to make sure he was okay. I could watch him, protect him, without revealing who I really was. And beyond that, working with Damon Sinclair—one of the most powerful and feared businessmen alive—would mean good things for my company. More exposure, more profits.It was a risk… but one I was willing to take.I picked up my glass, taking a sip of water to steady myself. “Fine,” I said finally, my voice calm, though my heart was hammering. “I’ll work

—•AVERY•—The wind was cold against my skin as I parked the car far from Damon’s mansion. I switched off the headlights, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat in the dark silence. From this distance, the mansion looked even more intimidating—lit up, guarded, alive. Every shadow seemed like an eye watching me.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, remembering the first time I was here. I’d almost been caught that night. If not for the moonlight and luck, I would have been standing in a cell right now—or worse, at Damon’s mercy.But tonight, it was different. I wasn’t here to play smart. I was here to save my son.I adjusted my mask, making sure it covered every part of my face. Just as I reached for the door, my phone beeped. Jess.My thumb hovered over the unread message for a second, but then I dropped it back into my pocket. Not now. Liam came first. Always.I got out of the car quietly and started moving. The night air bit at my neck, but I ignored it. My boots made no sound as I

—•AVERY POV•—Damon didn’t say a word as he pulled me along the dimly lit corridor. His hand gripped my wrist firmly, the echo of our steps bouncing off the walls of the mansion. My mind spun the entire way—Lucas found the mastermind? That fast? It didn’t make sense.The deeper we went, the colder it felt. The air smelled faintly of iron and dampness. I realized he was leading me toward the basement. When we finally arrived, I saw Lucas and a few guards standing around. Inside, knelt a male servant, shaking, his clothes torn and face bruised. His groans echoed faintly through the air.Lucas turned when he heard footsteps. The moment his eyes landed on me, they widened in shock. “Miss Alice?” he blurted, looking utterly confused. “How did you get here—?”I froze. I didn’t know what to say. My mouth opened, but no words came out.Before the silence could stretch further, Damon’s low growl cut through the air. “What did you find?”Lucas straightened immediately, all traces of surprise g

—•DAMON POV•—Morning light streamed through the tall windows of the mansion. My phone was pressed to my ear as I walked down the long marble hallway, the sound of my voice echoing lightly against the quiet walls.“Push the meeting to noon,” I said flatly to the man on the other end of the call. “And tell the finance team I don’t tolerate delays. If the report isn’t on my desk by the time I return, they can clear out their offices.”“Yes, Alpha—” the man’s nervous voice stammered before I ended the call.I slid my phone into my pocket, my expression unreadable as I continued down the corridor. The servants I passed along the way bowed quickly, lowering their heads, not daring to meet my eyes. I could almost smell their fear — raw and familiar. I didn’t blame them. My presence had that effect on people.But as I stepped into the dining area, I paused.Uncle Hudson was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table, a newspaper in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Across fr

—•AVERY POV•—My eyes slowly lifted toward the staircase and there he was.Damon.Standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, eyes dark and unreadable.And just like that, all the air seemed to vanish from my lungs.His curly dark hair framed his forehead perfectly, the wayward strands softening the sharp, commanding lines of his face. Yet nothing about Damon Sinclair was gentle — his aura alone carried that dangerous dominance only a true Alpha possessed. Even standing across the hall from him made the air heavier, thicker.I swallowed hard and forced a small cough, trying to sound casual. “Sorry, I got held up in traffic,” I said quickly, hoping my voice didn’t tremble. “Where’s Liam?”Damon’s expression softened. He said simply, “Follow me.”For a second, I hesitated. Being around him always made me feel like my skin was too tight. But then I reminded myself why I was here — Liam. So I followed.The hallway stretched long and silent, our footstep