All Chapters of Captured by the Alpha's Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mabel’s POV & Zane’s POV“Do we really have to do this here?” I whispered to Ronan as I stepped onto the field, hundreds of eyes burning into my back.“Yeah. You’ll be fine. I’m counting on you.” He gave my shoulder a quick pat before jogging off.My heart slammed against my ribs. Left standing in the center, surrounded by five of our guys and five from the Midnight Guardians, I wanted to melt into the ground.And then Finch knelt in front of me.He took my hand, his head bent low, lips brushing the fur of my palm like this was some dramatic proposal. Gasps rippled through the stands. I stiffened, forcing my face blank, even though my cheeks burned hot enough to fry an egg.“Finch—” My voice cracked.He pressed his forehead to my hand. “I dedicate this goal to Mabel, our team spirit.” His eyes flicked up at me with a grin. “Wish me

Mabel’s POV"Which broth should I pick?" I asked, staring at the menu like it was a pop quiz.Ronan leaned in behind me, but Nena cut him off. "Don't ask him. Ronan thinks everything goes with everything."I smothered a laugh. His reputation for weird food combos was legendary.Chef Page wiped his hands on his apron. "Start with broth, then meat. Chicken, pork, or beef. Egg works with all of them. Vegetables depend on your taste."I caught myself staring at bok choy. Chef Page noticed too. "Want a taste before you order? My broth does most of the work anyway."Everyone was waiting, and my face warmed. "How about you make me your favorite? I'm not picky.""That won't do," Adrian cut in. He plucked the menu right out of my hands. "Spicy or mild? Chicken, beef, or pork? Look at these toppings. Pick what you like, or cross out what you don’t. Forget the three-topping limit."With Adrian guiding, I manag

Mabel’s POV“You really going to tell me you don’t see it?” Navy asked, her eyes sharp as glass.Zane had left with Adrian and Sullivan, pulled into some Alpha-only meeting inside the packhouse. None of them had wanted to go, that much was obvious. Zane wanted to stay near me. Adrian and Sullivan had their own reasons, but Zane managed to keep my attention through the entire lunch anyway.If Adrian and Sullivan wanted a chance, they’d need Zane out of the way.Navy wasn’t allowed in the meeting. She wasn’t an Alpha or a future one, so she stayed behind. No way she’d waste hours sitting around in the packhouse while the festival was in full swing.Before Zane left, I gave him the bag with the jersey and pins. He walked off with the trophy too. All I kept was the insulated bag Tina packed. I planned on enjoying that food sooner or later.I wanted to sit with Ronan and the others,

Mabel’s POV"I'm ready. Do I look weird in this?" I stepped out of the dressing room, tugging at the hem of my shorts. Ronan hadn’t moved an inch since I left. His eyes were on me, and it made my skin prickle."Is something wrong?" I asked.Ronan blinked, like I’d just pulled him out of a daze. He swallowed hard. "Uh… no. You’re fine."Fine? His voice cracked. He looked like he was trying not to choke on his own tongue."You sure?" I tilted my head."Yeah. Totally. Just—wait for me on the mat. I’ll grab some water." He spun away fast, muttering something about cooling off.When he came back, he moved stiffly, shoulders locked. He didn’t look at me much. My stomach twisted with guilt. He could’ve been at the festival, surrounded by people who adored him. Instead, he was stuck here with me."We can skip this," I offered. "You probably have other things to do.

Mabel’s POV / Zane’s POV“Why’d you bring me here?” I asked, my voice low.Ronan dropped onto the grass beside me, not too close, not too far. A careful distance. His eyes flicked to the rocks behind us, then back to the wide lake in front.“This is where I hide when I want peace,” he said.The air smelled of damp earth and pine. The festival noise carried across the water, faint enough to feel unreal, like it belonged to another world.I drew my knees to my chest and pressed my chin against them. “It’s quiet.”“You like it?”I gave a small nod. “It’s beautiful.”Ronan leaned back on his palms. “I figured you’d appreciate it.”He tried to sound casual, but I caught the way he kept glancing at me. Waiting. Wondering. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but silence made him restless.My eyes stayed on the rippling lake. If I let my mind go blank, the ache in my chest dulled. I had practiced that trick bac