All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elena Elena pulled up in front of Lila’s building a little after seven that evening, and she sat in the car for a while looking at the lit windows on the fourth floor before she made herself climb out and lift the duffel from the back seat. The buzzer at the door felt heavier under her finger than it should have, but she pressed it once and waited, and Lila’s voice came through the intercom a moment later, sleep-rough and uncertain. “Hello?” “It is me, Lila.” There was a pause, and then the door buzzed open, and Elena pushed through it and dragged the duffel up four flights of stairs because she did not have the patience to wait for the elevator. Lila was already standing in her doorway when Elena came around the corner of the corridor, in her pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt with her hair piled on top of her head, and the moment she saw Elena’s face she crossed the corridor in three steps and pulled her into a tight hug, duffel and all. “Oh, Elena. Are you okay. Tell me y

Mrs. Cross arrived at the house at quarter past two in the afternoon, and Vivian received her in the front sitting room. A small silver tray of coffee and shortbread had been set out between the two armchairs. Vivian had chosen the ivory blouse that morning, the one that photographed well, out of habit more than intention.“Thank you for coming,” Vivian remarked pleasantly, gesturing toward the armchair across from her.“Your message was very direct,” Mrs. Cross replied, settling into the chair and placing her handbag carefully on her lap. She did not reach for the coffee.Vivian spoke first“I want her destroyed, Mrs. Cross,” Vivian remarked, her voice pleasant and her hands folded in her lap. “I want that said plainly before anything else passes between us. I want her reputation finished. I want every woman in this city who has ever smiled at me across a dinner table to know exactly what kind of girl she is. I want her without allies, without her father’s protection, without the goo

Elena opened her eyes as the sunlight through the sheer curtains pierced her vision. She did not recognize the room at first. Then she recalled Alex had brought her here in a daze the night before. “Hey, beautiful.” Alex walked into the bedroom already dressed, with a tray of breakfast in his hand. He set it down on the bed close to her. “You made breakfast this early,” Elena observed while adjusting to sit upright. Alex nodded. Elena smiled. “You still haven’t told me where we are.” “At my grandmother’s. She lived here before she passed. I grew up here most of the time.” Elena looked around. The room was full of antiques. The bedroom looked like it came out of a dreamy novel. “You’re heading out,” she questioned. “Yes. I have a meeting with someone. I will be back as soon as possible.” He walked to her side and kissed her forehead. Elena held onto his hand and rubbed the veins along the back of it. “Don’t leave me for too long.” “Make sure you get to schoo

The police officers arrived at the Cross estate at quarter past eight in the evening, and Victor received them in the front sitting room while Mona stood in the doorway of the hall still in her robe, having come down when she heard the knock.Carlos had not answered his phone in two days. Mona had known since yesterday morning that something was wrong. She simply had not said it out loud yet.The older officer asked if they could sit. Victor told him to say what he came to say.“Mr. and Mrs. Cross, your son Carlos was found this afternoon in the woods off Highway Twelve, approximately forty miles outside the city,” the officer revealed, his cap held in both hands. “The injuries were consistent with a wolf attack. He was pronounced at the scene. I am very sorry for your loss.”Mona sat down on the nearest chair. She pressed both hands flat against her knees and looked at the floor between the officer’s feet tears running down her cheeks. Victor thanked the officers, walked them to the

Alexander Alexander arrived at his parents’ house at five minutes to eight. The housekeeper took his coat at the door and told him the family was already seated. He had expected that. His mother always set the table early and considered it rude to arrive after the candles were lit. He straightened his jacket and walked through to the dining room. The table was full. His father sat at the head the way he always sat, straight-backed and quiet, already cutting into his bread. His mother sat to Richard’s left with Sianna his younger sister beside her. Sienna looked up when Alexander came in and smiled. She had not seen him in years since she moved away. Max sat across from Sianna, and beside Max was Vivian, and beside Vivian were her parents — Mr. Ashford and Mrs. Ashford.He greeted them with a soft smile and a wave of hand and pulled out the chair at the foot of the table. The seat opposite his father. He had avoided sitting in that chair for the better part of fifteen years, and