Todos os capítulos de Too Late, Alpha — She’s a Queen Now: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Henry paused mid-step, blinking in surprise. “…What a coincidence.”Darius inclined his head slightly. “Quite a coincidence.”Henry waved a hand toward the elevator. “Since there are so many of us, why don’t you head down first, Darius? We’ll wait for the next one.”“Sure. See you next time,” Darius replied smoothly.“See you next time.”The elevator doors slid closed, leaving Joe and me waiting for the next ride. I fished my phone out of my bag, and just as the elevator arrived, it rang. Lyra’s name flashed across the screen.I gestured to Joe and the others to excuse me and answered quickly. “Hello?”“Mom! Are you done with work? When are you coming home?”Since the hot spring incident, I had been spending more time away from home, and Lyra had started calling almost every day to check in. She asked just yesterday when I’d be back, but I’d been too busy to promise.“I just finished,” I said gently, forcing a calmness I didn’t feel. “I’ll be home soon.”“I can’t wait!” she said, her v

The AI exhibition was supposed to be all about strategy, cooperation, and advancing the Pack’s influence across the frontline. It was a battlefield in its own right—but no matter how important the work was, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.Rae. She moved through the crowd like she owned her space, but without arrogance. Head bowed slightly, she spoke softly to a technician, her slender fingers swiping across a tablet with precision. Every glance, every motion radiated focus and brilliance.It tightened something deep in my chest. That woman wasn’t the quiet, enduring Rae I once knew—she had transformed into a warrior in her own right. And yet, that brilliance made her dangerous in a way I couldn’t ignore. For the Pack, her light was both a blessing and a potential threat.I didn’t approach her. I couldn’t. I lingered across the room, silent, watching. She didn’t look up once. No recognition. No flicker of acknowledgment. Just the way she should—like I was nothing more than a stra

They arrived exactly twenty minutes late. Grandma didn’t even glance at Darius when he walked in, her face unreadable. But the moment Lyra stepped through the door, her expression softened.“Lyra, you’re back!” she said warmly, opening her arms.“Grandma!” Lyra chirped, running over and letting her grandmother smooth her hair before turning and sprinting toward me. “Mom!”I smiled faintly, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. But as I did, a familiar scent hit me—sweet, expensive, and distinctly floral. Emma’s perfume.My chest tightened before I could stop it. I forced my features to stay calm and gently set Lyra back down. “Go say hi to everyone, honey.”Darius had already taken a seat beside Grandma, placing a sleek black box on the table. “An apology gift,” he said simply.Inside was her favorite imported coffee blend—the kind that was almost impossible to find. It was his peace offering to miss the last family dinner with me and the kids.Grandma eyed it, unimpressed. “You know

A few days ago, Serena had pressed a beautifully wrapped box into my hands, her voice soft yet firm — the kind of tone that didn’t leave room for refusal.“Rae, take these to Darius yourself,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s from the family. You should be the one to deliver it.”I knew what she was really doing. This wasn’t about gifts. This was her attempt to bridge the silent distance between Darius and me — to nudge us toward something that had long since fallen apart.But fate, as always, had other plans. When I arrived at Darius’s company, box in hand, the elevator doors slid open — and there he was. Darius. Immaculate in a dark suit, his expression cold and unreadable.And from the opposite direction, walking in with his usual easy charm, was Gabriel.Our eyes met, and the air around us tightened. Gabriel gave a faint, knowing smile. “What a coincidence.”That one word — coincidence — echoed like a curse. Because the instant Darius’s gaze flicked from Gabriel to me, his enti

Next month was Grandma Serena’s birthday.In the werewolf world, birthdays like hers weren’t just family events; they were sacred ceremonies. Turning seventy wasn’t about age. It was about legacy, bloodline, survival. It was about honoring the fire that kept the Pack alive for generations.When we first brought it up, Grandma Serena brushed it off.“Don’t bother with all those human formalities,” she said, her tone calm but resolute. “As long as my blood stands strong and the Pack remains united, that’s enough.”But Zoe’s mother wouldn’t hear it.“This isn’t just a birthday, Serena. The Council and every Pack member must witness this. The honor of our bloodline must be celebrated.”Mia and I both agreed, and after a long silence, Serena sighed and nodded. Deep down, she understood this wasn’t about vanity; it was about what her descendants needed to feel connected to her legacy. After dinner, I drove Luca home. The moment we pulled up, he jumped out of the car and ran toward the gate.