All Chapters of The Alpha Of My Heart: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Alethea“You don’t get to tell me I’m your mate—not now. And don’t you dare bring our son into this!” I snap, my voice sharp and full of pain.I let out a bitter laugh, one that tasted like anger and heartbreak.“Oh, now you remember I’m your mate?” I say, my eyes scanning him.He looks like a mess. His eyes are hollow, with dark circles sitting heavily underneath. His shoulders slump like he’s carrying a mountain of guilt. For a second, my heart pulls toward him. I want to run to him, cup his face in my hands, and whisper that it’s going to be okay. I want to hold him and believe the lies I used to tell myself—that love was enough.But I stop myself.Instead, I clench my fists tightly by my sides, forcing back the urge to fall apart. I already made up my mind. If Asher refuses to mark me—if he truly doesn’t want me—then I will stay weak. My body will keep suffering from the bond left unsealed. And I’ve thought it through… the weakness might get worse.So, I made a decision.If I see

AletheaI know I shouldn't tell him yet. But deep down, it feels right. He deserves to know what I'm planning. It's only fair to give him a heads-up."How are you preparing for the ball, Ally?" Asher asks, smoothly changing the topic."I'll be there, of course," I answer."Okay," he says simply, still holding my hand as we walk side by side toward the pack house.Every wolf we pass bows their head with respect. Not just to their Alpha, but to me too. I feel their eyes on us as we move-together.We reach Declan's room, and still, Asher hasn't let go of my hand. I open the door for him, and he gently lays Declan on the bed. He brushes back our son's hair with the softest touch. My heart clenches at the sight.Then, without a word, he returns to me. His warm fingers wrap around mine again, and he leads me out of the room.We walk in silence to his office. Once we're inside, he gestures to the chair across from his desk. "Sit," he says calmly, then takes his seat.I watch him closely. I s

AletheaI look around the room, and then I see him.Asher.His piercing green eyes cut through the crowd like a blade, locking onto me with such intensity that it sends a shiver down my spine. His gaze is changing color, darkening, flickering between green and something more dangerous. Something wild. I shift on one foot, suddenly uneasy. I can't make out all his features from here, but I don't need to. I can feel his fury from across the room.Trent follows my line of sight. His posture stiffens the moment he sees Asher walking toward us.Asher's stride is purposeful, powerful-like a predator closing in on his prey. Every step he takes is full of authority, stripped of any weakness. And that aura... it rolls off him in waves, sharp and heavy, crashing into Trent with force.Trent steps away from me without a word, clearly shaken. He can tell that Asher's anger isn't just random-it's aimed straight at him.The crowd seems to freeze. Conversations die. Heads turn as the full weight of

AsherHaving Ally in my arms, her body pressed against mine, making sweet love still feels like a dream. Since she came back, she's been distant, hiding away like she's afraid of something. I've tried to reach her, again and again, but she's always slipping through my fingers.Damn, my mate is feisty. I'll never forget how she knocked the wind out of me with her words. That feeling... still crashes over me like a wave, making my heart race like a war drum. I just pray she doesn't leave after tonight.She stirs beside me, her soft breath brushing against my chest as I watch her sleep. She's stunning. Long lashes that flutter like feathers, porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight spilling through the window. Even dressed in the simplest things, she radiates grace. The kind of woman who could wear rags and still carry herself like royalty.I remember how the wolves at Greyhill Pack bowed to her without hesitation. The elders even sent word, begging me to release her and asking for her to

AletheaI know that if I stay in Asher's arms any longer, I won't be able to leave the Redwood Pack. The memory of our passionate night burned into my soul. But I have to go. I gather what little strength I have left, along with the last shred of my dignity, and quietly slip out of his room, tiptoeing like a thief in the night.Xena growls in my head, her voice desperate and pained. "Don't leave. Please don't leave him." But I ignore her. I have to. No matter how much it hurts, staying will only make it worse.As I walk toward the exit of the pack grounds, I feel everyone's gaze on me-his gaze. I don't dare turn around. If I do, I'll drown in those eyes of his and lose the will to walk away. So I keep going, each step heavier than the last.But then... something strange happens.Just as I reach the edge of the territory, I notice movement around me. I pause, as I blink in confusion. Every pack member-young and old-is suddenly down on their knees. My breath catches in my throat as I lo