All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ElenaElena’s phone had been vibrating all morning but she ignored it. Left it facedown on the nightstand while she lay motionless beneath the pale morning light, staring at the ceiling like it held answers carved into the plaster. But her mind wasn’t on the ceiling. It was rather trapped in yesterday. His breath on her lips. Vivian’s voice cutting through it all.The phone buzzed again and again. Finally the noise became unbearable to ignoreElena snatched the phone off the nightstand and unlocked it. There were Seventy-three notifications.Her stomach turned the moment she opened socials. The first post made the air vanish from her lungs.It was a video from the party. Shot from someone’s phone in the hallway. Elena shoving Ethan his body flying backward into the elevator, the impact echoing with a hollow metallic crack as the doors dented behind him.The caption read:“When bae says he’s just friends with his ex 💀”There twelve thousand likes. Three thousand comments.Her fingers

Elena She got home and went straight to her room. Vivian was in the living room just greeted and walked past. She wasn’t ready for any dramatic long talk. She got to her room and immediately went into the shower The shower was scalding hot. She stood under the spray until the water ran cold, scrubbing at her skin like she could wash away the entire day. The stares. The whispers. The notes on her car. When she finally got out, her skin was red and raw. She wrapped herself in a towel and sat on the edge of her bed. Water dripped from her hair onto the hardwood floor. The room was quiet , too quiet after the chaos of campus. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was Harper calling. She stared at the screen. Didn’t want to answer or open her phone and see the notifications waiting. The comments. The memes and endless mockery. The call rang and rang. Before she could decide, it ended. A text came through immediately. Harper: WATCH THE VIDEO I SENT She opened her messages. H

Alexander Alexander walked past Elena’s room on his way downstairs and stopped outside her door. He’d told himself he was just passing by. Just checking. Making sure she was alright after yesterday. He knew about Ethan showing up at the gates. Vivian had told him over breakfast, her tone light and amused. “The Cross boy made quite the scene last night. Screaming Elena’s name like some romantic hero.” Alexander had said nothing. Just drank his coffee and left the breakfast table The shower ran inside and her voice drifted through the wood, singing something soft he didn’t recognize. He stood there listening, his briefcase still in his hand, his keys digging into his palm. Jasmine leaked through the gap under the door and wrapped around his throat. Something warmer underneath, that belonged only to her. His wolf pushed at his ribs, demanding he get closer. His hand lifted toward the wood and hovered there while his pulse hammered in his ears. One knock. That’s all it woul

Elena Elena was already awake, sitting on the edge of her bed staring at the sunflowers on her windowsill. They’d been there since yesterday, bright yellow against the morning light, and she still had no idea who’d sent them. The note sat in her nightstand drawer because she was still trying to figure out the sender. She had texted Ethan that night to confirm if he did send them but he said he didn’t. Who did? She kept wondering until morning. A knock on the door interrupted her “Coming.” She opened the door. Alexander stood there in dark athletic pants and a fitted shirt that showed the lines of his shoulders. He held a small glass bottle filled with amber liquid. “Morning,” he said. “Morning.” He held out the bottle. “I made this. It’ll help with control. Steadiness during shifts in adrenaline.” Elena took it. The glass was warm like he’d been holding it for a while. “What’s in it?” “Valerian root. Ashwagandha. A few other things.” He paused. “It’s not a suppressa

Elena Elena stepped through the doorway and stopped. The restaurant was beautiful. They stood in the entrance of what looked like it had once been a grand estate, all high ceilings and crown molding and crystal chandeliers that cast warm light across hardwood floors. The walls were painted a deep burgundy and lined with oil paintings in ornate gold frames. A sweeping staircase curved up to a second floor and fresh flowers sat in tall vases on every available surface. But the space wasn’t crowded with tables like a normal restaurant. There was only one. Set in the center of the main room beneath the largest chandelier, draped in white linen with candles flickering in the middle and two place settings arranged across from each other. Elena turned to look at Ethan. “What is this?” “I rented the place for the night.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking nervous. “I wanted it to be just us. No crowds, no phones recording, no one staring. Just… us.” A waiter appea