All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ElenaThe campus café was loud during lunch rush, packed with students shouting orders at the counter and scrambling for empty tables. Elena sat wedged into a corner booth with Harper and Lila, their trays crowded with food and textbooks shoved to the side.Harper was talking with her mouth full, gesturing wildly with a french fry. “I’m serious. Professor Chen looked directly at me when he said someone in this class clearly isn’t prepared for upper-level coursework.”“Maybe because you walked in twenty minutes late,” Lila said, scrolling through her phone without looking up.“My car broke down. What was I supposed to do, teleport?”“Leave earlier?”“Wow. Groundbreaking advice. Thank you so much.”Elena picked at her sandwich and half-listened to them bicker. The café smelled like grease and burnt coffee and too many bodies crammed into too small a space. Someone at the table behind them was watching videos on their phone at full volume and the guy at the counter kept yelling names tha

Alexander “That dress is stunning on you.” Alexander’s head turned before he could stop himself. Elena stood near the entrance, Ethan’s mother’s hand on her arm. The emerald green fabric clung to her body like a second skin before flowing from her waist in soft waves. His throat went dry. Ethan appeared at her side and placed his hand on the small of her back. Alexander’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Champagne, sir?” A server materialized beside him. Alexander took a fresh glass without looking. Vivian was somewhere talking to people whose names he’d already forgotten. He’d lost her in the crowd and didn’t care enough to find her. His attention was locked across the room. On Elena. On Ethan’s hand possessive against her spine as he guided her through introductions. She laughed at something someone said. Ethan’s fingers spread wider on her back. Alexander drank half his champagne in one swallow. “Alexander.” Victor Cross stood there, hand extended. Ethan’s fat

Alexander Alexander stared at the pill bottle on his desk. It was empty . He’d refilled it three days ago. The second bottle sat beside it. Also empty. Double doses. Sometimes triple. And still his wolf clawed at the inside of his chest like it was trying to rip through bone and muscle to get out. A knock at his office door. “Come in.” Isabelle entered in a tailored suit and heels that clicked against the floor. She closed the door behind her and stopped in front of his desk. “You asked to see me.” Alexander gestured to the empty bottles. “They’re not working.” Isabelle picked up one of the bottles and examined the label. “You’ve been taking double doses?” “Triple sometimes.” He interrupted Her eyebrows rose. “That’s dangerous.” “I don’t care about dangerous. I care about control.” Alexander leaned back in his chair. “And I don’t have it anymore.” “What are your symptoms?” “The pills prevent me from shifting. From reacting physically. But I feel everything else.” He p

Elena Elena sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor with her eyes closed and her breathing controlled the way Dr. Hale had taught her during training. In. Hold. Out. She focused on isolating scents the way he’d explained. The jasmine from the flowers on her windowsill. The faint smell of Mrs. Parker’s lemon polish from the furniture. The lingering scent of her own shampoo. It was harder than it looked. Everything blurred together into one overwhelming wave of sensation that made her head ache. She tried again. Breathed deeper. Concentrated on separating each individual smell from the chaos. The sound of tires on gravel broke her concentration. Elena’s eyes opened and she turned toward the window. A car was pulling up the long driveway toward the house, black and expensive-looking like everything else the Hales owned. She stood and walked to the window, curious despite herself. The car stopped near the front entrance and the driver’s door opened. Vivian stepped out in a

ElenaElena’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had gone white, her foot pressing harder on the gas pedal than it should as she navigated through traffic toward Harper’s apartment.Tears streamed down her face but she didn’t bother wiping them away, her vision blurring and clearing with each blink as rage and heartbreak warred inside her chest.Harper’s building came into view and Elena yanked the wheel to pull into a parking spot, not caring that she was crooked across the lines or that her tires scraped against the curb. She killed the engine and sat there for a moment with her hands still locked on the wheel, her breathing coming in sharp gasps that made her lungs burn.Then she grabbed her keys and got out, slamming the car door hard enough that it echoed through the parking lot.The walk to Harper’s door felt both too long and too short, each step bringing her closer to a confrontation she wasn’t sure she was ready for but knew she couldn’t avoid. Her hand sh