All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha’s Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

—AVERY— “Get in!” One of the cops, shouted and even pushed me. I stumbled forward, whincing, my legs wobbling. The iron bars shut behind me with a loud clang that echoed through my bones, and I knew then… this was my new hell.The cops didn’t even glance back. I was nothing to them—just another name on paper. Just a monster who tried to “murder” their future Luna and the reason my baby died. That’s what everyone thought. That’s what the whispers said as they shoved me through the corridors.My body ached all over, and the sting of Penelope’s slaps still burned across my cheeks. My lips were split, my hair clung to my sweaty forehead, and the taste of blood wouldn’t leave my tongue.I staggered into the cell, my arms hugging my stomach out of habit—only there was nothing there now. Nothing but emptiness and pain.The smell hit me first. Damp, sweat, something rotten, and a sour stench that made me gag. The floor was wet in patches; I couldn’t even tell if it was water.“Fresh meat,”

—•AVERY’s POV•—It’s been weeks since that night. Since since my face was turned into something unrecognizable.I stood in the prison yard, clutching the rusted metal rake in my scarred hands, working alongside Lucy to clear dried leaves. The sun burned my back, and sweat dripped down my face, stinging the scars. I quickly wiped it off with my sleeve, but nothing could erase what I’d become.No one looked at me the same anymore. They never did before, but now… now it was worse.“Look at her,” one of the women sneered from behind loud enough for me to hear. “Ugly face. Ugh, I can’t even eat when I see her.”Laughter exploded around us.“Who would ever want her now?” another said, her voice loud with disdain. “No man would ever touch that. Even dogs would run.”Lucy slammed her rake down and glared at them. “Shut the hell up before I make you eat that mouth of yours!”But the women rolled her eyes, still smirking wickedly. “What Lucy? We are only saying the truth, look at her…” one of

—•AVERY’s POV•— Some customers turned to look at us. I shook my head quickly, panicking. “Leave me alone,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. "What happened to you Avery?” Kira suddenly changed her demeanor, her tone pretending to be concerned, but I could hear the venom behind it. “Oh my God… look at your face." I stood there, frozen, my mind screaming. Wasn’t she the one who wanted this?! Wasn’t she and Jessica the ones who paid them?! Ryan smirked as he moved back, his eyes raking over me with disgust. “Goddess, Kira… is this really Avery? Or some stray dog they let loose?” He laughed, loud and cruel. “I can’t even look at you without feeling sick. Gosh, you're ruined.” My hands started shaking. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit him. But the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, I said softly. "Just… stop, please." My voice cracked, and that made Ryan laugh even harder. "Stop?” Kira tilted her head, her red lips curling into a fake pout. “Why should we stop? You didn’t

—•DAMON’S POV•—I watched Avery storm out of the hotel lobby, her shoulders stiff, her head bent low like she carried the weight of the world. Something twisted inside me as I watched her walk away.My chest burned.The baby had stopped crying in her arms. That was no coincidence. I had seen it with my own eyes—how natural she looked holding the child, how the baby melted into her like it had known her since birth.And yet… she looked at me with nothing but hatred.Before I could think, my feet moved. I shoved the doors open and followed her out into the street.The air was cold, the city already dipped in night. Neon signs flickered along the road, voices and laughter spilling from shops and bars. And then—I heard it. “Pretty little thing,” one of them drawled, his gaze trailing over her. “Scarred, but still… you’ll do.”My wolf’s ears perked instantly.Ahead, two men had cornered Avery in the narrow alley just beside the hotel. One leaned close, reeking of alcohol, his dirty hand

—• AVERY POV•—The morning sun poured into the suite, warm and golden against the curtains. I blinked awake, disoriented for a moment until I remembered where I was. Damon’s hotel.I stretched on the soft mattress, and though my body felt more rested than it had in months, my chest was still heavy. Sleep hadn’t chased away the truth. This wasn’t my home. I couldn’t stay here—not when it tied me to Damon.With a sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The marble tiles gleamed under the sunlight, and the scent of fresh towels and soap was almost overwhelming. I turned on the faucet, letting the hot water run until steam fogged up the mirror.As the water ran down my body, I tilted my head back, letting it wash away the exhaustion and the faint smell of the cell that still haunted me. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t wash away the scarred reflection that would greet me again. I stared at myself in the foggy glass when I was done. Hair damp, face pa