Todos los capítulos de Right Love, Wrong Alpha: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

VioletMaybe I should have said no but then the prospect of sitting in my room and starting to sketch that motif impulsively scared me. I didn’t want to meet Cassie either for she would remind me of her brother.So I just let myself fall back onto the bed when my phone beeped again. I recognized it vaguely as one of the upscale places downtown, the kind that required reservations weeks in advance.Then another message popped up. Hope to see you at 8.I glanced at the clock. That gave me more than two hours to shower, get ready, and drive across the city.By the time I stepped out of the shower, mom entered my room with sandwiches and a cup of tea.She saw me opening the section of wardrobe that contained formal wear and asked.“Are you going somewhere?”I nodded. “Just a restaurant. Dane wanted to meet.”The mention of Dane suddenly made my mom’s voice turn excited.“Oh that is wonderful. Where are you guys meeting?”I absentmindedly chose a simple dress for the meeting as I told her

VioletDane's face lit up with hope and gratitude. "Nothing difficult. I need you to pass on valuable information to me of important project details, contract negotiations, and strategic plans. Basically, all the things you'd have access to as Director of Design. I'm not asking you to do anything illegal or dangerous. Just... keep me informed. Level the playing field so he can't blindside us again."It sounded reasonable when he put it that way. It sounded almost noble, like I'd be protecting people rather than betraying anyone.But the knot in my stomach suggested otherwise."I need to think about it," I said finally, pulling my hand back."Of course." Dane didn't push, just smiled and raised his wine glass. "Take all the time you need. For now, let's just enjoy this meal. You've earned a celebration after everything you've been through."The rest of dinner passed in a blur. Dane was charming and attentive, keeping the conversation light and pleasant. The food was exquisite, each c

VioletIt was time to prove that yesterday's rest had fixed whatever was wrong with me.I picked up my digital pen and touched it to the tablet.And my hand obeyed me.Relief flooded through me as I sketched out a concept for a bracelet, then another for a pendant. They were all normal designs, beautiful but unremarkable, exactly what I should be creating.There were no wolves, thorns or compulsive repetition or loss of control.I'd been right. It had just been stress and exhaustion. Nothing supernatural or strange, just my brain and body telling me I needed rest.I worked through the morning with growing confidence, creating design after design, each one coming easily and naturally. This was what I was good at, what I was meant to do.By lunch, I had a small collection of concepts ready to present to the team. I felt productive and competent and almost happy.Maybe everything really would be okay.Maybe, just maybe, I could get my life back under control.The afternoon passed in a si

VioletHe slightly angled my face to the right and I followed his gaze, turning my head slightly to look at the now-open elevator doors.Three security guards stood there, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Behind them, the hallway of the parking garage stretched out normally. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, concrete walls solid and unremarkable.“Calm down. You’re safe” He repeated as I still didn’t let go of his shirt.The security guards were staring at us. At me, specifically, still clinging to Elijah like he was a life raft in stormy seas. Their faces were carefully neutral in the way of people witnessing something awkward but trying to be professional about it."Leave," Elijah ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "Now. And get maintenance to check this elevator immediately.""Alpha, but you are…" One of them began but Elijah repeated in a stern voice."Now!!"The security guards nodded and hurried away immediately, leaving the two of us in the still open

VioletThe words might as well have been poison. I watched them land, watched Elijah's face crumple like I'd physically struck him.All the color drained from his features. His eyes went wide with pain so raw it made my stomach turn. His mouth opened but no sound came out, like I'd stolen his ability to speak.When he finally found his voice, it was strained, rough, barely above a whisper."You're right." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. "I'm sorry. I was forgetting my place.""Elijah, no, I mean Alpha Elijah, I should apologize. I am just worked up""No, you're absolutely right." He cleared his throat, the sound harsh. His hands clenched into fists at his sides before he deliberately relaxed them, forcing his body back into controlled composure. "I overstepped. Again. It seems to be a pattern with me."He turned to face me, and the careful blankness of his expression was somehow worse than the raw pain had been. It was like he'd shut down, pulled away, ret