All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Asher’s POV My eyes flutter open to a hazy ceiling above. It takes a second for my vision to adjust, but once it does, a smile tugs at my lips—slow, content, almost boyish. Last night replays in my mind like a favorite memory on loop. I feel light, giddy even, like some teenage boy who just had his crush smile at him. For once, I don’t want anything to ruin this feeling. “Bella…” I murmur softly, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer. I don’t turn right away. I want to savor this—a few more seconds before I see her, before reality kicks in. But when I finally roll over, the bed is empty. My smile vanishes. My heart lurches. “No… no, no,” I mutter under my breath, already pushing the covers aside. Panic surges in my chest as I scramble for my shirt and tug it on with shaky hands. She wouldn’t just leave… would she? I rush out of the bedroom, half-dressed and fully frantic—until I spot her. There she is, standing at the dining table, carefully placing plates of br

Asher’s POV “Get away from me,” Zara snapped, shoving Michael back with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “Easy, I was just trying to help,” he said, voice laced with amusement, like he didn’t take her seriously. “Get out,” she repeated, irritation dripping from every word. Her scowl deepened. “Get out before I drop the thunder on you.” Michael quickly backed up, ending up beside me. “You heard that, Asher?” he said with a nervous laugh. “She’s gonna drop the thunder on me.” He was trying to keep it playful, but I caught the slight tremor in his voice. He was rattled, whether he admitted it or not. I liked that she had him on edge. “Asher,” Zara said, turning her glare on me now. “I know he’s your friend, but that doesn’t change what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t leave my house.” “You shouldn’t treat a fan like that,” I said lightly, watching her left brow arch. “What I mean is… Michael’s a big fan of yours. And hey, he just saved you from tripping.” “Yes, I

Asher’s POV Why did Isabella change her mind? Now she wants to go on the double date. “Are you serious about this, Isabella?” I asked, just to be sure. The last thing I wanted was to pressure her into something she didn’t really want. “Yes, Asher. I’ll go get ready now,” she said with a small smile before walking away. I stood there, watching her until she disappeared down the hall. “What’s wrong with you, Asher? Why the sudden change? What about your plans?” Michael asked, his tone laced with confusion. “Isabella didn’t—” I stopped myself. “You know what, never mind.” I glanced at him, eyeing his outfit. “Why are you here, anyway?” “You like what you see?” he teased, striking a pose. “Does this bring out your hidden feelings for me?” He threw me a wink. The guy was definitely insane. “I had to impress Zara,” he added with a smirk. “Gotta make sure she doesn’t kill me during the date.” “That’s good,” I said. “Go to her so you both can come together.” He shook his h

Asher’s POV Did I just hear her right? She wants Zachary now, not me? That was the last thing I expected, and there’s no way I’m letting Bella go to him. Not now. Not ever. “What?!” Zachary barked, eyes narrowing. “You want a child from me?” His voice dripped with disbelief. “You can’t be serious, Zara. I’m not the one you want—you want Asher, not me.” He practically spat the words, fury lining every syllable. Zara leaned back, a sly smile curling her lips. “I do want Asher,” she purred, “but it would be interesting to get you to give me a child. Don’t worry—you won’t need to sleep with me. The child just needs your blood.” Her grin deepened as she glanced toward his mother. “Are you hearing this, Mother?” Zachary snapped, his voice sharp with anger and disbelief. “I’m not the one she wants!” He shot to his feet, eyes blazing. “This whole thing is insane! Isabella is my wife—I deserve to be with her. Not caught up in this complicated shit. I’ve already

Asher’s POV “What do you think happened to him?” Isabella asked, worry thick in her voice as we both stood by the bed, watching him lie there, motionless, his wounds freshly bandaged by the doctor. “I don’t know, Bella,” I said, voice low and tight. “But whoever did this… they’ll pay.” My grip tightened around my phone as I pulled it out, about to call Michael. Before I could even dial, a knock sounded at the door. It creaked open, and Michael stepped in. “Asher,” he said, eyes meeting mine briefly before they flicked to Sean. His face froze. Eyes widening, he rushed toward the bed, then turned back to me. “What the hell happened?” His voice trembled with concern. “I wish I knew,” I said, jaw clenched. “We’ll get answers as soon as Sean wakes up.” Right on cue, a low groan broke through the air. Our heads snapped toward the bed. Sean stirred, weakly shifting as he tried to sit up. “Sean!” I called, my voice breaking with relief and desperation. His eyes met mine, unfoc