Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late, Alpha — She’s a Queen Now: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

That morning, Zoe and I slipped into fresh clothes and headed out for the grandest charity auction in Moonshadow City.Neither of us bothered with those floor-length gowns the Alpha wives loved flaunting. We kept it simple. In werewolf society, bloodline scents did more talking than diamonds ever could. The moment we stepped into the glittering hall, dozens of eyes turned toward us—some curious, some envious… and a few that saw us as potential prey.Zoe, ever the social butterfly, greeted a few Beta noblewomen with that charming, practiced smile of hers. I stayed close, keeping quiet. It was my first time at an event like this—where smiles were sharp, and every conversation was a subtle game of dominance.Our seats were in the middle-back rows, still a few away from the Alpha section at the front—the place reserved for power and money. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t here for attention. I just wanted to pick out something special for my grandmother’s upcoming birthday.Then a sudden stir rippl

“At this point,” Zoe whispered, her gaze fixed on the stage where an emerald necklace gleamed beneath the lights, “we can only pray Emma doesn’t start bidding again.”I thought the same thing. But deep down, I already knew better.The necklace wasn’t just any accessory; it was one of my family’s most treasured heirlooms, the kind that carried stories and pride. The starting bid was ten million Moon Coins.“Fifteen million,” someone called.I raised my paddle, keeping my voice steady. “Eighteen million.”“Twenty.”“Twenty-five.”Emma stayed silent, and I felt a small wave of relief washing over me. Zoe exhaled too, the tension in her shoulders easing. Maybe, for once, Emma would sit this one out. But then her calm, melodic voice sliced through the air—“Fifty million.”The hall erupted into whispers and gasps. Emma’s expression didn’t shift. Her blonde hair shimmered under the chandeliers, her smile faint and confident, as if this whole charade was beneath her. My fingertips pressed int

When I walked back into the bedroom that morning, I froze.Two gift boxes sat neatly on my vanity; each wrapped in silver silk and edged with moonlight patterns. Darius’s touch was everywhere — precise, silent, deliberate. His gifts never came with explanations. They simply appeared, as if their presence alone was supposed to say everything he didn’t.I stared at them for a long time. In our world, a gift isn’t just a gift. It’s a declaration — of belonging, of promise… or of control.With hesitant fingers, I opened the round box first.The glimmer of green hit my eyes — the same emerald jewelry set from the auction. The one I’d almost won before Emma had outbid me.In the second box lay an ancient oil painting, the canvas shimmering faintly under the light. It wasn’t just art — it was painted on rune-woven cloth, the kind used only in sacred ceremonies. The symbol of bloodline, of legacy, of eternal vows.I went still. I knew exactly what these meant.Those pieces I had missed at the

I don’t remember how many times I woke up gasping for air. Maybe it wasn’t even sleep—just those delirious hours between exhaustion and madness.After the full moon night, it felt like something inside me had been torn apart. My mind was frayed at the edges, my thoughts unraveling one thread at a time. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears—slow, weak, like a dying wolf trapped in its cage.Sometimes, I thought it was Lucy crying. But it was me.The room still carried traces of him—Darius. The faint metallic scent of his shift lingered, mingled with that intoxicating Alpha energy that once made my knees go weak.Now it only made me sick.He hadn’t come for me that night.I’d waited—like a fool—for hours that stretched into eternity. That waiting almost destroyed me. It was hope and punishment all at once. Because deep down, I knew where he was. With her. With Emma.Lucy stirred restlessly inside me, pacing like a caged beast. “Go to him!” she snarled. “He’s your Alpha! He n

That night, the sky broke open. Rain poured in sheets, hammering against the glass as though the Moon Goddess herself had torn the heavens apart in fury. The wind howled, rattling the windows, clawing at my sanity. No one knew I hadn’t truly slept in days. Every time I shut my eyes, the darkness filled with flashes—blood, blinding light, and his cold face. Hallucinations, the doctor would say. But to me, they felt real. Depression is cruel that way. It lets you believe you’re getting better… and then drags you right back into the pit.By morning, I was barely human. My mind felt foggy, my body sluggish. I tried to reach for my phone, but my fingers wouldn’t move. I just—froze. Completely.The world went black. My thoughts spiraled down, down, into a bottomless well.And from deep inside that darkness, Lucy began to growl. I heard the doctor’s voice somewhere far away, muffled like thunder through water. “Rae… breathe. Control yourself.” But I couldn’t.Something wild and broken claw