All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena Cruz Elena woke up hours later, disoriented. The room was too bright, sunlight streaming through windows she didn’t recognize. For a second, she forgot where she was. Then it all came back. The middle-of-the-night drive. Her father leaving her here. This stranger’s house that was supposed to be home now. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand. Three missed calls from a number she didn’t recognize. No voicemail. She tried calling her mom again. Straight to voicemail. She typed out a message: Mom, please just let me know you’re okay. I love you. Then a knock on the door pulled her attention away from the screen. “Elena, dear?” Mrs. Parker’s voice came through. “I thought I’d show you around the house if you’re up for it.” Elena opened the door. Mrs. Parker stood there with that same kind smile, holding a glass of orange juice. “I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten, so I brought this up. Breakfast is still available downstairs if you’d like something more substantial.” “Th

Elena Cruz Elena’s phone sat face-up on her desk, screen dark and silent. She checked it for the fifth time in ten minutes. Still nothing. The professor droned on about creation myths and early pack settlements, but Elena couldn’t focus. Her mom hadn’t returned any of her calls. Her dad hadn’t texted. Nobody was telling her anything about what happened or where they were or if they were even safe even though she couldn’t tell what the whole thing was about she just borrowed her Father’s words. She opened a blank document on her laptop and pretended to take notes. Typed a few words, then stopped. Her eyes drifted back to her phone. Maybe they’d gotten away. Maybe they were somewhere safe and just couldn’t reach out yet. Maybe her dad was right and knowing less really did keep her safer. Or maybe something had gone wrong and nobody wanted to tell her. Her phone buzzed. Elena grabbed it immediately. Email notification. Nothing important. She set it down harder than she

Elena Cruz Elena woke to the sound of tires on gravel. She blinked against the morning light streaming through her window and sat up, disoriented. The house was usually silent this early. But this was different. A car turned into the driveway . Elena pushed back the covers and walked to the window. Down in the driveway, a sleek black sedan had just pulled up near the entrance. The driver’s door opened and a woman stepped out. Even from the second floor, Elena could tell she was striking. Tall, slender, moving with the kind of confidence that turned heads without trying. She wore tailored pants that fit perfectly and a silk blouse that probably cost more than Elena’s entire wardrobe. Dark hair fell in perfect waves past her shoulders. Oversized sunglasses covered half her face. Elena couldn’t see who it was clearly from this angle. A friend of Dr. Alex’s maybe? A colleague? The woman looked strange .She grabbed her designer bag from the passenger seat and walked toward the e

Elena Cruz Elena needed air. She’d been in her room for two hours, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what was happening to her. The scent thing. The way something inside her had reacted to Dr. Alex in the car. The way Lila said her wolf might be waking up. None of it made sense. She grabbed a hoodie and headed downstairs. Mrs. Parker was in the kitchen prepping dinner. Vivian’s voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the house, talking on the phone in Elena slipped out the front door before anyone could ask where she was going. The evening air felt cool against her skin. She started walking down the driveway, then turned onto the sidewalk that ran along the estate’s perimeter. There was a small park a few blocks away. She’d seen it on the drive to school. Maybe walking would clear her head. She made it half a block before it started. Voices. Not out loud. Inside her head. …forgot to pick up milk… …meeting ran late again, she’s going to be pissed… …can

Elena Cruz Elena woke to sunlight cutting through her curtains and a dull ache behind her eyes. She lay there for a moment, disoriented, trying to piece together how she’d gotten into bed. The last thing she remembered clearly was walking. Then voices in her head that weren’t hers. Then headlights. Her hands throbbed under their bandages. Right. The car. She’d been hit by a car. Not badly, but enough to send her sprawling across the pavement. She remembered the driver’s panicked face. Remembered refusing the ambulance. Remembered stumbling back to the estate with blood on her palms and everything feeling wrong. Then Dr. Alex had found her. After that, things got hazy. She remembered sitting in his study. Remembered him cleaning her wounds. Remembered feeling something strange like her body was fighting itself, clawing from the inside out. Then warmth. Then nothing. Elena sat up slowly and looked at her hands. The bandages were clean, professionally wrapped. She flexed her