Todos os capítulos de Too Late, Alpha — She’s a Queen Now: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

After finishing dinner with Steve, I stepped out of the restaurant. Just as I started the engine, my phone rang.“Rae, where are you?” Zoe’s voice came through, a mix of lazy annoyance and concern. “These people are driving me crazy. Come pick me up for dinner.”I glanced at the file folder on the passenger seat—AI system evaluation documents the Professor had assigned today.“Where are you?” I asked.“At Lunaris House—the estate near the lake. I’ve been looking at land with my aunt all day… I’m exhausted.”“Alright. Fifteen minutes,” I said.I adjusted the navigation. The headlights cut through the gravel road ahead, briefly illuminating the silver ring on my finger. Cold metal. Darius’s ring. Our Pack bond seal. Not yet fully dissolved. A reminder I couldn’t ignore.As I neared the estate, Zoe called again, this time with unmistakable irritation. “Rae… guess who I just ran into?”I gripped the steering wheel tighter, not answering.“Darius and Emma,” she spat the names out. “And her

Right after dinner, Joe called the moment I got home.“Rae, I heard the Professor wants to talk to you about a project,” his voice came through, punctuated by the familiar clacking of keyboard keys. “I know Joshua and Thomas. Oh, and Robert—turns out he’s Joshua’s son. His father stepped down as Alpha and became a science consultant for the Moon Valley Alliance. The son? Mostly famous for gossip, and apparently, his eyesight is terrible.”I leaned against the window, listening to the night wind tap against the glass. My voice was low, husky. “I know.”None of it mattered. My world was already chaotic enough.I swallowed my nightly antidepressant. The pill slid down my throat bitter and sharp, a tiny reminder that I was still alive. The doctor had warned me not to skip doses—last time I had, Lucy had nearly gone berserk and almost torn the bedroom apart. Now, I took my medication on time, kept a recovery journal, jogged for fifteen minutes each morning, and meditated for ten. On paper,

When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the flickering glow of the fire in the fireplace. The air smelled of burning herbs and wood, a warm, grounding scent that momentarily made me forget where I was. Until my eyes settled on him—Darius, sitting quietly by the bookshelf.He was reading, the soft firelight tracing the sharp lines of his face. My heart fluttered slightly, even though he wasn’t looking at me.“You’re awake,” he said finally, setting the book aside, his voice low and calm.My throat was dry, and all I could manage was a faint, “Mhm.” My head still ached from the fever I’d endured the night before. Lucy hadn’t stirred, either, as if even she had been subdued by my illness. Werewolves had stronger constitutions than humans, but prolonged mental strain could still take its toll.Just as I began to push back the covers, he stood and handed me a cup of warm water. I hesitated, then took it silent. His hand hovered near my forehead, a gesture of instinctive concern—but I lea

It was time for my follow-up appointment.I sank into the examination chair, the faint scent of herbs in the air doing little to calm my scattered thoughts. My head felt heavy, almost as if I’d been carrying the weight of a storm all night.Dr. Miles adjusted his glasses, his voice steady but gentle. “Rae, how have the medications been? Any improvement with sleep?”I lowered my eyes, words barely above a whisper. “A little… but my dreams are… intense. Every time I wake, it feels like I’ve just survived a war.”He scribbled a few lines in his notebook, eyes thoughtful. “Are the dreams still… about your former mate?”I nodded, not denying it. Darius lingered at the edges of every nightmare, the cold moonlight, the battlefield, his unyielding gaze. My voice trembled slightly. “Sometimes… I even dream he’s shifting. But the person next to him… isn’t me.”Dr. Miles was silent for a moment, then said softly, “During depression, the brain amplifies emotional memories. What you see isn’t neces

It was Wednesday, and Grandma had invited all of us for dinner. Before the meal even began, Darius asked about my technology collaboration. For a few rare minutes, conversation flowed calmly, and a long-lost smile flickered across Grandma’s face.After dinner, Grandma instructed Linda to bring the bitter medicine I had to take daily. Just one sip made life feel unbearably sharp and hollow. Darius left the dining room for a phone call. I finished the medicine quietly. As I stepped out of the restaurant, the low hum of an engine reached me from outside.I frowned. “He left?”Grandma’s expression darkened. “Yes. In such a hurry… I have no idea where he’s rushing off to this time.”I didn’t respond. My gaze dropped to the floor. Deep down, I already knew the answer—he had probably gone to help Emma again.But… he had promised me he would talk tonight. About dissolving our bond. I waited, late into the night. The moon had drifted behind the mountain, and still, he hadn’t returned.The next