Todos los capítulos de Stuck Between Two Alpha Heir’s: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Piper’s fingers tightened around the vial before she even realised what she was doing. The glass felt cold and too light in her palm. Wolfbane. The word echoed in her head, heavy and wrong.Her stomach dropped, and for a second she just stared at it, trying to convince herself she was mistaken, that it was something else, something harmless.But she knew what wolfbane looked like even in powdered form.. She knew what it meant.“Piper?” Ember’s voice came from beside her, careful. “What is that?”Piper blinked, snapping out of the freeze. Without answering, she curled her fingers around the vial and slipped it into her jacket pocket. The movement was quick, instinctive. She pulled Cecil’s bag up by the strap and nudged the zipper closed the rest of the way like nothing had happened.Ember watched the whole thing.“You okay?” Ember asked again, quieter this time.Cecil took the bag, still watching them. The easy smile she’d had earlier didn’t come back right away. She slung the strap ov

The path to the professor’s lab was quiet, almost too quiet.Ember tugged her jacket tighter and muttered, “Seriously, why do all the interesting things happen when it’s dark and creepy?”Piper’s hand brushed the vial through her pocket. “Because mysterious stuff likes me,” she said jokingly.“Or you just get yourself into trouble, pick your poison,” Ember shot back, rolling her eyes. “And right now, it’s both.”Piper shook her head but couldn’t stop looking toward the lab. A light shone inside, not a reflection. Someone was there.“Stay close,” Ember said, less stern this time, more like a friend muttering a warning. “And don’t do anything stupid, I mean it, Piper, I’m not carrying you out if…”“Don’t finish that sentence,” Piper interrupted, shoving her hands deeper in her pockets.They tiptoed along the side path, using parked cars and trash bins as cover. Piper’s mind raced. Whoever had been there, whoever had spoken through the phone, is still inside.The front door was unlocked.

Piper stopped in her tracks. The street was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic, but the person ahead made her stomach drop.He was standing there, hands in his pockets, just watching quietly.“Piper,” he said, his voice low, sounding almost casual. “We need to talk.”She squeezed the strap of her bag, still pressing the vial against her side. “Who are you?” she asked, trying to sound braver than she felt.The person didn’t answer right away. He took a slow step closer, the shadows from the streetlight cutting across his face, obscuring just enough.“You already know more than you should,” he said finally, “And I can’t let you keep going without understanding the consequences.”Piper felt her heart beat faster than ever. “You, what do you mean? About the professor?”He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “Yes, and about the vial, and everything else you’ve touched tonight.”Every instinct screamed at her to run. But she stayed frozen. Something about him, something about t

Cecil didn’t look back after she turned the corner.She kept walking like she had somewhere important to be, swinging her bag against her hip, and humming under her breath like nothing in the world mattered to her.But the moment she was out of sight, her smile faded.Something had been off back there.The way Piper held her bag and the way Ember watched her too closely.The strange tension that had settled between them like a secret they were scared to say.Cecil pushed through the glass doors of the campus café, warm air wrapping around her instantly. The place was unusually loud for a cafe.Students talking over each other, smoothie glasses clinking and someone laughing too loudly near the soda machine.She ordered takeout without thinking too much about what she picked. Anything fast, anything that gave her an excuse to leave quickly.While she waited, she leaned against the counter and scrolled through her phone, pretending like she wasn’t replaying the last ten minutes over and

The inside of Archie’s car smelled like perfume and leather.Sharp and clean.Piper sat curled slightly into the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap, fingers still faintly sticky from dried blood that wasn’t hers. The night air blew through the half-opened window, cool against her skin, but it didn’t touch the tight heaviness in her chest.Archie drove in silence.His knuckles were pale against the steering wheel, streaked with faint rust-colored stains that hadn’t fully washed off.The muscles in his jaw flexed every few seconds like he was holding something back, anger, grief, blame or maybe all three.Behind them, the guard's lifeless body was lying there, looking like he was only asleep. No one spoke.The hum of the car filled the space between them.Piper focused on small things instead of the faint ticking sound from the dashboard, the way the headlights stretched long shadows across empty streets, and the lingering smell of gunpowder that clung faintly to Archie’s jack