All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

— AVERY POV — Yesterday was the first time I saw her. The woman who didn’t even need to say a word to make me feel small. Her presence alone was enough.Penelope Blackfang. Damon’s stepmother. The former Luna of the Ironcrest Pack.That name sounded powerful, intimidating. And the way her eyes raked over me, like I was a stain on her expensive shoe, told me everything I needed to know—she hated me. Not just disliked me, not just disapproved… but hated me with every elegant bone in her body.I should’ve been terrified. A few weeks ago, I would have been. A few weeks ago, someone like her could’ve crushed me with just a glare, and I would’ve apologized.But now?Now, there was Damon.The man who stood like a wall between me and the rest of the world. The man who silenced that smug head maid, Benita, with a single cold command. The man who stripped her of her title and punished everyone who mocked me. All because they hurt me.That thought… it made me feel safe. Like no one could harm

— DAMON POV — The cold shower didn’t help. Not one damn bit.I gripped the edge of the marble sink, water dripping down my chest as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The beast in me wasn’t calm—he was wide awake, prowling, clawing for the little omega who had locked herself in that room all day.Avery. Even saying her name in my head made my chest tighten and my cock twitch with hunger I couldn’t tame.I tried. I truly fucking tried to stay away, to leave her be, to let her process whatever foolish idea had crawled into her stubborn little head. But every second she refused to eat, every minute she shut me out, it burned through my veins like fire.I didn’t want to admit what I did next, but hell… I’m not some saint. I yanked the towel from my hips and slumped onto the chair in my private lounge. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as the image of her flashed behind my eyelids—her soft lips trembling when she looked at me earlier, those wide innocent eyes, the defi

— AVERY POV — I stayed in my room all day. The curtains were closed, and the sunlight couldn’t come in. I didn’t want it to. I didn’t want anything bright or warm. I just lay there, curled up on the bed like a child, hugging the pillow so tight as if it could fill the emptiness inside me.My pup…That was all I had now. My little baby. My only family. My reason to keep breathing.I placed my palm over my stomach and whispered, “It’s just you and me now, little one. Only you.” My voice cracked, but I bit down on the sob threatening to escape.The door suddenly opened. I didn’t even look up. “Maya, I wish to be alone,” I said, my voice soft, tired.There was a pause. “It’s me.”The deep voice froze me in place. My heart stopped, then thudded so loudly it felt like he could hear it from where he stood.I turned sharply. Damon.He was back.He stood by the doorframe, his tall figure almost filling the space. His hair was messy, his shirt slightly unbuttoned like he hadn’t cared how he l

—AVERY— She stood there like a goddess. Her long red dress hugging her curves, sparkling under the chandelier. Her wavy dark hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a calm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.Every woman around me stepped back immediately. Even the one who had just poured wine on me looked terrified.Jessica walked slowly toward us, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Every step was graceful, like she owned this entire world. Maybe she did.“Miss Summers…” One of the women tried to speak, but Jessica’s eyes moved to her, sharp and cold.“I don’t remember asking anyone to entertain out guests with this… behavior.” Her voice was sweet, but there was steel underneath.I stood there with the wine dripping from my hair and down my dress, feeling small and humiliated. Everyone was staring. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.Jessica’s gaze finally shifted to me. For a second, I saw something in her eyes—pity? Or maybe curio

— DAMON POV — I sat alone in my office, the sound of the clock ticking too loudly on the wall. It was late, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I kept hearing her voice over and over again, like an echo I couldn’t get rid of.“I’m pregnant.” Jessica’s words kept playing in my head like a broken record.My fists tightened on the armrest of my chair. Pregnant? That couldn’t be possible… could it?I remembered the look on her face when she said it—soft, confident, like she wasn’t lying. But my chest burned with disbelief."Pregnant?" I had asked her, my voice deeper than usual, holding back a storm of confusion.“Yes, Damon,” she had said, smiling as if it was the best news in the world.I had stared at her for a long moment before asking the only question that came to my mind. “How long?” She tilted her head slightly, lips curling into a sweet smile. “About two weeks now.” Teo weeks.That number sat heavy in my mind.I leaned back in my chair now, staring at the ceiling as my t