All Chapters of Alpha's Weak Omega : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELIANA By the time lunch rolled around the next day, I had convinced myself that the strange tension of my first morning had been nothing more than nerves.That was a lie.Jeremiah Blackwood still lived rent-free in my head.I was trying very hard not to think about the way his eyes had darkened when we first met or how my chest tightened every time he walked past my desk. I told myself he was just my boss—cold, intimidating, and very much out of my league.Still, when Moana dragged me to the cafeteria, my thoughts followed him anyway."Okay," she said, grabbing my arm, "today you’re officially meeting people. No hiding behind your desk.""I wasn’t hiding," I protested weakly.She gave me a look. "You were absolutely hiding."The cafeteria buzzed with voices, laughter, and the clatter of trays. It felt warmer than the executive floor- more alive. Moana immediately spotted a group from her department and pulled me along."Guys, this is Eliana," she announced proudly. "Our CEO’s new se

ELIANA The ride was… quiet.Not the comfortable kind.The kind that pressed against my chest and made it hard to breathe.Jeremiah drove with one hand on the steering wheel, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city lights slipped past the windows, blurring into streaks of gold and white, but I barely noticed them.He said that he wanna discuss some work but haven't said anything about it yet.All I could focus on was him.The car felt too small. Every movement, every breath, every shift of air between us felt magnified."So," I said finally, just to break the silence, "you wanted to discuss… business?"He cleared his throat. "Yes."But he didn’t start.I glanced at him briefly, then looked away just as fast. My heart was racing for no logical reason. This was my boss. A man I’d known for barely a few days.Then why did it feel like this?The car hit a slight bump, and my hand slid against his arm where it rested near the gearshift.The contact was brief.Accidental.

JEREMIAH By the time the day finally dragged itself to an end, my patience was in ruins.I shut my laptop with more force than necessary and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. Work had been impossible—every report blurred, every meeting dragged—because my attention kept drifting back to one thing.Her.I stood and walked out of my office, ready to leave for the pack. I needed distance. Control. Space to breathe without her scent clouding my thoughts.But when my eyes fell on the desk outside my officeEliana wasn’t there.Her chair was pushed in. Her computer was shut down. Her bag was gone.A flicker of unease slid through me.She usually waited until I left.I inhaled instinctively.Her scent was still there.Not faint. Not lingering.Present."She’s still in the building," I muttered.My wolf stirred, alert immediately.'Find her.'I followed the trail without thinking—down the corridor, past empty offices, toward the quieter end of the floor. The s

JEREMIAH The office didn’t look like itself that evening.The harsh white lights were dimmed, replaced with warm gold tones. Music floated through the open space, laughter echoing off glass walls, and for once, people weren’t glued to screens or rushing between deadlines. The project launch had been a success—months of work paying off—and the celebration was well deserved.I stood near the edge of the gathering, a glass of water in my hand, watching.I didn’t drink. Never did. Not because I couldn’t—but because I didn’t want to lose control. Especially not tonight.Eliana was there.She stood with Moana and a few others, her laughter lighter than usual, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. She looked… free. Relaxed in a way she rarely allowed herself to be during office hours. The sight tugged at something deep inside my chest.My wolf stirred.Mine.I clenched my jaw.Chris was there too.I noticed him the moment he stepped closer to her—too close. His laughter was louder, his postu

JEREMIAH I had waited my whole life for control. Control over my wolf. Control over my instincts. Control over the fire that ran in my veins every time power answered my call. But standing there, in my bedroom, with Eliana sitting on my bed and looking at me like she didn’t yet know whether I was her salvation or her undoing… control felt like the weakest thing I possessed. Still, I took the step. I had made my decision the moment I turned my back on her the night before—when I chose not to touch her beyond what she would remember, when I chose not to mark her while she was drunk and defenseless against the bond that pulled at me like gravity. If I was going to claim my mate, I would do it awake. Aware. Willing. And honest. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my shirt. I could feel my wolf pacing inside me, restless but steady, not raging—waiting. He trusted me with this. Trusted me not to ruin what fate had finally given us. I met her eyes. Then I ripped