Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Desire: The Hidden Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Zaria walked slowly down the aisle between the bookshelves. The sound of her footsteps was faint, drowned out by the hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustle of pages being turned by other students.“Seriously, Jonas,” she muttered under her breath. She held two books tightly to her chest. “He was absolutely too much.” Her steps slowed. “How could he talk about Professor Damian like that? And worse, Frida even happened to hear it.”Zaria let out a long sigh, looking frustrated—at herself, at the situation and at Jonas’s words that had been replaying in her mind since earlier for some reason. “I just hope Frida forgets whatever he said,” she added, half praying to God.Zaria stopped walking between the Social Psychology and Neuropsychology shelves. There, she closed her eyes for a moment. Honestly, something had been weighing on her chest, like a slow-growing guilt that she hadn't realised was for

Zaria froze. For a moment, her body stiffened and her gaze was fixed on Damian’s back as he slowly disappeared behind the entrance to the faculty building. She saw Selena walking right beside him, elegant and poised, forming a picture-perfect pair. For some reason, this stabbed at something inside her.Once Damian and Selena had vanished from sight, Zaria let out a long breath. A dull ache throbbed in her left chest, not from pain but from an inexplicable pressure. Instinctively, she pressed her fingers against the area around her heart, as if that might soothe whatever was happening inside.Strange. Why do I feel unhappy seeing Professor Damian with Selena?The question arose unbidden and without reason. Zaria immediately bit her lower lip, irritated by where her thoughts were heading.Zaria turned away from the building and decided to leave immediately. Staying there would only allow that uncomfortable feeling to pierce her from every dir

Zaria walked back to the dormitory slowly. Her mind felt tangled, like a spool of thread that had fallen and unravelled across the floor. She had only wanted to get some fresh air, calm herself down and clear her head. But the result had been the exact opposite. She had ended up embarrassing herself—again—right in front of Damian.Oh God, Zaria sighed inwardly. What a wonderful way to start the day.The moment she stepped into the courtyard of her dorm, Zaria stopped abruptly and turned around almost automatically. She looked around. The sun was still fairly high in the sky, clearly marking the morning. Yet something felt off. Her breath suddenly quickened. A cold sensation crept along her skin, starting at the nape of her neck and travelling down her spine.Zaria gently rubbed the back of her neck. “Why have you become such a coward lately, Zaria?” she whispered to herself. She swallowed, trying to shake off the lingeri

A sharp, uneasy pulse struck Damian’s chest the moment Zaria’s eyes dimmed. Just one flicker—one tiny change in her expression—but it was enough to pierce straight through him, tightening something inside that he rarely touched.Damian’s wolf let out a quiet, disgruntled whine—a subtle protest, a sound of disapproval. Damn it!Damian held back the breath that threatened to escape, forcing himself to remain silent as he continued walking down the hallway. He kept reminding himself not to act on impulse. He couldn’t falter. There were other matters he had to face—things far larger than his feelings; matters waiting for him at the Palace; threats ready to swallow him whole the moment he let his guard down.His footsteps echoed steadily along the faculty corridor. The rhythm of his shoes against the floor was steady and even, as though he was regulating his breathing and thoughts with each step.Behind

Ever since he returned to Morthalys Palace, Damian hadn’t rested for a minute. Even when the sun had set, leaving only streaks of amber behind the peaks of Pyren Forest, he continued striding swiftly through the stone corridors of the palace.Margaret followed Damian, carrying several important folders. She looked slightly overwhelmed, but remained composed.“Your belt, Alpha,” she said when they arrived at a small preparation room connected directly to the council chamber. She handed him a long black coat embroidered with the Morthalys crest on the shoulder. “Let me help.”Damian put it on without saying much. His movements were firm yet mechanical, like someone who had worn the same coat to the same kind of meeting far too many times—meetings that rarely brought good news.Margaret adjusted the collar of the coat at his neck. “Beta Caleb is on his way here. He’ll be here shortly.”Damian only