All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alpha Heir’s: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The words trembled on Piper’s lips, unfinished, fragile.The old woman watched her for a long moment. There was no confusion or hesitation in her eyes.“Your mother,” she said quietly, “was Irene.”The world did not shatter.It simply tilted.Piper blinked once. Twice. The garden remained the same sunlight filtering through the leaves, petals shifting gently in the breeze, the faint scent of roses thick in the air.But something inside her had cracked open.“My…” Her throat tightened. “No.”The old woman did not argue. She did not rush to comfort her. She only nodded once, as if acknowledging something long overdue.“Irene Savior was your mother.”The name echoed in Piper’s head like a distant bell.Mother.Not Sage.Not the woman who tucked her in at night. Not the woman who braided her hair when she was little. Not the woman who stood firm and unyielding against every storm.Her knees felt weak. Piper stepped back, the gravel crunching faintly under her shoe.“That’s not possible,”

Cecil adjusted her backpack strap and took a deep breath before pushing through the heavy school doors.The hall was buzzing, but not with her usual warmth. Whispers followed her as she walked, like tiny currents brushing against her skin.She caught snippets of names, questions: “Where’s Piper?” “Has anyone seen her?” A small ripple of absence trailed behind the missing girl, and Cecil’s stomach twisted with unease.She plastered her usual smile on her face, letting her laughter bubble just enough to seem normal. After all, she had a reputation to uphold.Bubbly, approachable and friendly that’s Cecil. But inside, her mind was already cataloguing, analysing, and noting every detail. Piper’s absence wasn’t ordinary. Something was off.Three days had passed since the incident with Archie, and though Cecil had avoided the courtyard for a while, curiosity had drawn her back. She had questions. She always had questions. And somewhere deep down, a part of her was afraid of the answers.She

Cecil adjusted her backpack strap again, letting her fingers linger on the metal buckle for a moment before she stepped back into the school corridor.Outwardly, she smiled, blending seamlessly into the line of students heading toward classes. Her laughter bubbled at the right times, light and casual, as though nothing in the world had shifted under her skin.But inside, every sense was taut, every thought cataloging, analyzing. Scarlett’s words replayed in her mind like a looped signal: “Some victories are visible. Others… are not.”She moved slowly, deliberately, toward the common room. Students jostled around her, voices buzzing. Whispers of Piper’s absence floated just beneath the surface of casual conversation.Most didn’t dare say her name out loud, but Cecil caught the fragmentary murmurs: “She’s still gone…” “Nobody’s seen her…” Each snippet dug a little deeper into her gut. Scarlett wasn’t reckless. Piper wasn’t lost. Piper was hidden. And Cecil was going to have to find her.

The fourth impact didn’t shake the door. It shattered it.Metal split inward with a violent screech, the lock snapping clean off as the steel slab crashed against the wall.Concrete dust exploded into the room. Scarlett turned sharply. That wasn’t her security.That wasn’t controlled anger, that was force.Three figures stood in the doorway.Archie is in front.Ember beside him.And just slightly behind them, Cecil.For one suspended second, no one moved. Piper’s heart slammed into her ribs. Archie’s eyes found her instantly. Relief hit his face so fast it almost looked like pain.Archie’s hands shook once before he forced them steady. He didn’t touch her immediately, like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast.His eyes scanned her face, her wrists, the bruises forming along her collarbone. Something dark settled behind his stare.“Piper,” He stepped forward, but the scent in the room hit him immediately. His expression darkened.“Wolfbane,” Ember said, covering her n

Archie stood in the quiet hallway, the soft hum of fluorescent lights above him feeling heavier than usual.The door to Piper’s room clicked shut behind him, sealing the distance between them and the storm of emotions he refused to confront out loud.His chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around it and twisted. Every step down the corridor was measured and cautious.Every thought replayed her calm, steady voice, her sharp refusal, the weight behind her words.He ran a hand through his messy hair, the sweat from sword practice still clinging faintly to his scalp. He shouldn’t have come to the hospital.He had no right. Not after what she thinks happened with his father, with Piper’s father, with all the lies and deaths piled like corpses between their families.And yet, the pull had been too strong. Even just to make sure she was breathing, that she was alive.The truth clawed at him. His father, Vlad, alpha of the Ironclaw, had always been untouchable. A figure who insp