บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Of My Heart: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Alethea The weekend finally arrives, and I feel relieved. No work, no pressure, no Xavier. It's like a weight lifted off my chest, knowing I won’t have to face him today. He’s been anything but subtle in his interest, and it’s starting to wear on me. Amelia's voice cuts through my thoughts. "Check out this gown. I bet it will fit you perfectly. I can go for the blue while you go for purple."She’s staying over for the weekend—she’ll be bored at home without her human parents, who are off on some trip. I glance at the gown she’s holding out for me, still a little lost in my head."Which one?" I ask, focusing on the fabric she’s showing me."It's casual office wear. It’ll fit just right."I nod, pulling myself together. "Okay, let's go for it."I hear Declan’s laughter in the background. Selena is probably with him, keeping him entertained.But then, I feel a sharp, searing pain pierce through my abdomen. It's like something is squeezing the very life out of me. "What the hell?" I s

AletheaThe moment I step into the room, she suddenly stops talking. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she turns toward me with a soft expression. "Ally."It all clicks. All those times she spoke to me with such motherly love, the moments where I could sense she was holding back, now make sense. She's my mother. Right now, I need answers.I look directly into her eyes. "Who was that?" With a steady voice though inside, I can feel the anxiety rising. I've had enough of the half-truths. I glare at her, silently warning her that I'm done with her lies. Even if it won't change anything, it's a reminder that I won't just accept anything she says without questioning it."That was your father," she says.My heart skips a beat. My eyes widened in shock. I hadn't expected it. ‘My father’? She was talking to him? I feel a wave of panic rushes through me.She notices the panic in my eyes, and for a moment, her gaze softens. But I can't bring myself to feel comforted.I ask the questions all at once, m

Alethea I see a face that stops me in my tracks. It’s hauntingly familiar, a face that mirrors my son’s in so many ways, blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He looks almost divine, like an ethereal being, too perfect to be real. A shiver runs down my spine at the recognition. “Asher,” I whisper, the name slipping from my lips as if it has been waiting in the depths of my memory all this time. The moment he hears me, he turns his back without hesitation, as if I don’t belong here. My heart clenches as I instinctively stretch my hand toward him, desperate to stop him from leaving. But no matter how far I reach, he seems to drift farther away.A sharp, crushing pain blooms in my chest. It’s like my heart is breaking, the ache spreading through me. I clutch my chest, trying to hold myself together as the pain threatens to overwhelm me. Then, out of nowhere, I see Maya. She steps into view with a purposeful and graceful move, she closes the gap between herself and Asher. To my

AletheaThe moment I step into the room, she suddenly stops talking. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she turns toward me with a soft expression. "Ally."It all clicks. All those times she spoke to me with such motherly love, the moments where I could sense she was holding back, now make sense. She's my mother. Right now, I need answers.I look directly into her eyes. "Who was that?" With a steady voice though inside, I can feel the anxiety rising. I've had enough of the half-truths. I glare at her, silently warning her that I'm done with her lies. Even if it won't change anything, it's a reminder that I won't just accept anything she says without questioning it."That was your father," she says.My heart skips a beat. My eyes widened in shock. I hadn't expected it. ‘My father’? She was talking to him? I feel a wave of panic rushes through me.She notices the panic in my eyes, and for a moment, her gaze softens. But I can't bring myself to feel comforted.I ask the questions all at once,

Alethea(Zoe)I can't let myself give in to the temptation of telling Kayla the truth about who I am. A part of me aches to trust her, to share the burden of my secret, but another part screams at me to stay silent, to protect myself.I toss and turn in bed, the thoughts pressing down on me. It feels like hours before sleep finally claims me.But it doesn’t last. Just minutes into sleep, a strange sensation prickles at the edges. A shadow moves in the corner of the room. My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, gasping for air as my gaze darts around.There it is. A figure, standing in the darkness.I clutch the duvet tightly as if it’s some kind of shield. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breaths come fast. Yet deep down, I know exactly who it is.Alpha Asher.I remind myself he wouldn’t hurt me—he couldn’t. But then a cold, mocking voice whispers in my mind: ‘Don’t be so sure.’Before I can process anything further, the figure shifts, and in the blink of an eye, he transforms into