บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

—AVERY’S POV— A soft hum echoed in the distance… then white light.I blinked slowly.My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut, and every part of my body ached. My throat was dry. My hands felt numb. And my head… it was pounding, like drums echoing from a nightmare I couldn’t escape.Where… where was I?The smell of antiseptic hit my nose—clean, sharp, cold.I turned my head weakly and realized I was lying on a soft white bed, wrapped in a thin blanket. The walls were pale. Too pale. The lights too bright. I was in some kind of medical room."Avery!"My heart jumped at the voice.Jess.Her face was the first thing I saw clearly. She looked so worried, eyes wide, cheeks flushed like she’d been running or crying—or both. She grabbed my hand, gripping it tightly."Jess..." My voice cracked, barely a whisper.She dropped beside the bed and grabbed my hand. "Oh my Goddess, you’re awake! I thought I was going to lose it."But I wasn’t listening anymore.My hand shot down to my stoma

—AVERY’S POV— It was nighttime already. Jess has spent the entire day with me keeping me company. She made sure I’d eaten and taken my medicine as the healer had prescribed before she finally left to go see her mate, Justin. He was the head of the patrolling guards in the Red Stone Pack. She made me promise not to walk around alone again, and even though I nodded, deep inside I knew I wouldn’t keep that promise—not fully.As soon as the door closed behind her, I turned toward my room. My hand still moved protectively over my belly, as if I could shield the life growing inside me from everything happening around me. I didn’t even get to take one full step before I heard footsteps approaching.“Avery!”That voice.I turned slowly, meeting Jennifer’s furious eyes. Beside her, my father stood quiet, but the disappointment on his face was louder than anything he could say.“I can’t believe you,” she hissed, stepping closer. “Your sister is in the hospital, possibly dying, and you—what, y

—Avery’s POV— The moon hung bright and pitiless above us, casting silver light over a sea of familiar faces twisted with disgust. “She’s wicked!” someone shouted. “A witch!” another spat, their voice trembling with hatred. "Jealous snake, trying to kill her own sister over a man!" “Shameless omega! I always knew she was no good!” I shook my head so hard it made my vision blur. “No! That’s not true!” My voice cracked, but it was useless—every word I said only seemed to make their anger burn hotter. No one belived me. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Suddenly, I saw Jennifer, storming forward, her face twisted in fury. Before I could react, her hand fisted in my hair, yanking me up so hard I winced. “You evil, heartless girl!” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “You poisoned Kira and used dark magic on her! Kira is your sister and you try to kill her?” I shook my head. “I didn’t! I—” She shook me hard, my teeth clacking together. “Don’t lie to me! The proof was under your bed! Blac

—THRID POV— Ryan stormed into his office like a wild animal trapped in a cage. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Like a bull, he grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it across the room, watching it crash against the wall, splintering wood everywhere. Next, he swept his arm over the tabletop, knocking lamps and files to the floor. The sound of breaking glass echoed loud in his ears, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning inside him. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead, mixing with the rage that boiled in his veins. He paced back and forth, kicking at anything in his path. How could everything go so wrong in just one day? Suddenly he stopped, his eyes landing on a framed picture on the wall. It was of him and Avery on their supposed wedding day, before everything turned into this nightmare. Her smile so innocent, her eyes full of hope—he had shattered that. He had rejected her in front of the whole pack, called her

—AVERY POV— Morning light spilled into the room, golden and warm, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I stirred, blinking against the brightness, but only to jolt upright when I saw a figure standing in the middle of the lavish room. A young maid, red-haired, probably younger than me, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She bowed, offering a polite smile. "Good morning, Miss Avery. My name is Maya. A maid assigned by Alpha Damon. I’ve helped to prepare your bath." I exhaled, my pulse slowing. “Thank you," I murmured, still unused to the presence of servants here after what happened yesterday. Mary bowed slightly before stepping out to give me privacy. I pushed back the blankets, wincing as my stiff muscles protested. The bruises had faded overnight, thanks to the healer’s tonic, but the ache in my bones remained. When Mary returned, she helped me undress, her movements efficient but gentle. Unlike the maids from last night, there was no malice in her touch. “The Alph