All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

— AVERY POV — The sharpness in Penelope’s tone froze me mid-motion. Heads turned. A few pack members nearby glanced our way, pausing in their tracks. My heart stopped.“Did you forget your place?” Penelope’s voice dripped with venom, loud enough for everyone to hear. My fingers trembled on the handle as blood rushed to my face. My cheeks burned with shame.“I—” My voice barely left my throat.Jessica blinked in surprise. “Mother—” she started, but Penelope raised a hand at her.“Calm down, Jessica. This has nothing to do with you.” Then her cold eyes pierced through me like daggers. “The front seat is where you belong. You’re not family—you’re just…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but she didn’t need to. The damage was done.The humiliation stung like an open wound. Slowly, I stepped away from the back seat and walked to the front, feeling the weight of every stare on me. My hands shook as I opened the door and slid in next to the driver. I kept my eyes glued to my lap, fighting the

— AVERY POV — Everyone froze. Jessica stood stiff, her hands clasped tightly against her chest, her face pale. The maids had gone silent, their heads bowed so low they were almost touching the floor.But Damon didn’t care about any of them. His focus was on me—only me. He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb brushing my cheek gently as if that tiny touch could ground me.“Breathe, Avery. Just breathe, okay? Stay with me.” His voice was soft now, nothing like the growl that had silenced the room moments ago.I tried, but the pain was still there, relentless. My nails dug into his suit jacket as I fought to hold on. “It… it hurts,” I whispered, tears spilling freely now.“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he murmured, pulling me closer against his chest. “I’ve got you. I’m taking you to the pack hospital right now.”“No need to overreact,” Penelope said again, her tone clipped with annoyance. “Jessica’s pregnancy is delicate, not hers—”Damon’s head snapped toward her, his eyes glowing w

— AVERY POV — I sat there quietly, my back propped against the hospital bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. My fingers gripped the thin blanket as if holding onto it would keep me grounded. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I woke up. The door opened, and I didn’t even need to look up to know it was him. His presence filled the room before his voice ever did. Damon. He walked in with heavy steps, and even though his face was calm—too calm—I could feel it. Fury. It clung to him like a storm ready to break. His jaw was tight, his eyes too sharp, too cold for comfort. He tried to hide it, but I wasn’t blind. I had spent two weeks under his protection. I had learned to read him—at least a little. “You’re awake,” his voice was softer than I expected, deep and rich, wrapping around me like a blanket of steel. “Yes,” I whispered, my throat still dry. He came closer, pulling a chair next to my bed, and lowered himself into it. His eyes scanned my face lik

—DAMON POV— The corridors were quiet except for the faint echo of our steps. Penelope walked beside me. Her expression was a mask of worry, her brows furrowed as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.“Jessica is not doing well, son,” she murmured, her voice soft but anxious. “Jessica’s health is… fragile. I couldn’t just watch her like that. She kept asking for you.”I didn’t respond immediately. My jaw was tight, my mind still on Avery. On the way she looked at me before I left, the fear in her eyes when she asked to leave. That request was still clawing at my chest.But I said nothing. Not to Penelope.We walked until we reached Jessica’s door. It was half open, and the faint scent of lavender mixed with the bitter trace of medicine drifted out. The room was dimly lit, golden light from the bedside lamp spilling across the floor.Inside, two maids were tending to Jessica. One wiped her forehead with a damp cloth while the other adjusted the pillows behind her. Je

—AVERY— My body tensed instantly. Penelope walked in, gracefully, her eyes sweeping over everything before landing on me. A smile appeared on her face, it stretched wide, warm and sweet but I wasn’t fooled. Not after last night.“Avery dear,” she greeted, her tone so sweet it made my skin crawl. “How are you feeling today? And how’s the little pup?”I froze mid-bite, forcing a polite smile. “Fine,” I murmured, my voice almost a whisper. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and I knew—oh, I knew—this sudden kindness had nothing to do with me and everything to do with Damon sitting right there.Penelope’s smile didn’t waver, but her eyes… they gleamed. “Good. That’s what matters. Damon wouldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to you.”Damon looked at her briefly but said nothing, and the silence that followed felt heavier than stone.Then, out of nowhere, his deep voice broke it. “Both of you should get some fresh air,” Damon said, his tone casual but commanding. “I’ll take you out t