All Chapters of The Alpha Of My Heart: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Asher"Shirley poisoned me." Liam looks at me as if I've grown two heads. His disbelief is evident. I nod again, silently confirming my words. I know it's hard for him to accept, but he needs to hear the truth. "Shirley is working with Xavier," I continue, despite the rage that simmers beneath the surface. "She came back to kill me with that poison, but somehow... Ally saved me." "What?!" Liam snaps, standing to his full height. His expression shifts from shock to fury as he stares at me, now giving me his full attention. "I knew it," he mutters, rubbing his hands together as if trying to steady himself. "I was already questioning why she suddenly came back when she never wanted to be here again." I exhale slowly, trying to suppress the storm brewing inside me. "She's family, but I won't let this slide." My voice is cold. Liam stiffens, he looks uncomfortable with the situation. He knows what must be done. I can see in his eyes that loyalty is to me and the pack, but it doesn't

AletheaIt feels like I'm floating in the air. Everything around me is peaceful. The sky is bright and clear, the gentle waves whisper against the shore, and I'm seated on the warm sand, letting the golden grains slip between my fingers. The sun kisses my skin, and I can feel it glow under its warmth. I'm smiling-truly smiling-and for a moment, I wonder why I feel this happy. It's been so long since I've felt anything close to this. The last time was the day I held Declan in my arms for the first time. But this? This joy is something else, something so deep and overwhelming that I almost don't believe it's real. Why would it ever end? Maybe because pain has always found a way back to me. Because happiness, for me, has always been temporary. I look up from where I'm lounging, and then I see him. My breath catches in my throat. He's walking toward me, his shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips, his bare chest glistening under the sunlight. His muscles flex with each step, his

Alethea True to her word, Amelia had tried to get in Asher's way in a way that made her intentions painfully clear. She wanted to be alone with him, just the two of them, but Asher had seen right through her. He had subtly rejected her advances, making it clear that there was no room for anyone else. I smile wildly, my cheeks already aching from how much I've been grinning today. "Happy now?" Asher teases, as his green eyes watch me closely. I nod, but he isn't finished. "I couldn't bring myself to be with another woman after you left, Ally. It was like you took a piece of me with you that night. I wanted to keep you close, but I knew it was too dangerous. Maya would have made your life a living hell, and I... I couldn't bear to lose you because of my own selfishness." His confession stirs something in me. I raise my hand, cupping his face gently, as my thumb brushes over his jaw. "I know," I whisper. I remember Selena telling me that Asher had his reasons for the way he

Alethea He slams my back against the snooker table, and only then do I realize just how far I've drifted from the pole. But I don't care. I've been lost in the pleasure, to notice anything else. "Ally, you're mine," he growls, with possession, the intensity of his words sends a deep, aching throb through me. I can't speak. I can only nod, too stunned to find my voice. With one swift motion, he yanks my gown down, as the fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. His dark, heated gaze sweeps over my body, gleaming with raw hunger. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough.I shudder under his stare and my skin tingles. Slowly, I move my hand between my thighs, and I slide my fingers against my aching clit. I gasp at the sensation I feel."Yes," he groans with need. "Touch yourself for me." I obey, rolling my fingers in slow circles, and my body trembles as he watches me, his breath coming fast.With slow, predatory steps, he closes the distance between us

AletheaThe past few weeks have been some of the best of my life. For the first time, I truly understand what it feels like to be happy. Most mornings, I wake up to breakfast in bed, the scent of warm pastries and fresh coffee in the air. Sometimes, I find a heartfelt note beside my plate, Asher's words lifting my spirit and making me smile like a lovestruck fool for the rest of the day. Other times, it's flowers-a bouquet that brightens my morning and reminds me just how much he cares. The tension when I returned to the pack slowly faded. People around me now acknowledge me with nods and smiles. It's a small but meaningful shift, one I don't take for granted. But despite this progress, Asher has been careful about making our bond public. The threats surrounding us haven't disappeared, and until it's safe, he refuses to draw unnecessary attention to me. Asher constantly complains about us not sharing a room, but I refuse-for now. Not because I don't want to, but because I know I