All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

Elena woke to sunlight streaming through her window and the heavy warmth of Alexander’s arm draped across her waist.For a moment she just lay there, her back pressed against his chest while his breath stirred the hair at her nape. Safe. Complete. Like this was how mornings were supposed to feel.Then reality crashed back and her eyes flew open.Alexander was still in her bed. The sun was up. People would be awake downstairs.“Alexander.” She shook his shoulder. “Alexander, wake up.”He groaned and pulled her closer, his face burying in her neck. “Five more minutes.”“No. You need to leave. Now. Before someone sees you.”That got through. His eyes opened and he lifted his head, squinting at the brightness flooding the room. “What time is it?”“Almost eight.” Elena rolled over to face him. “Nathaniel’s probably already up. Mrs. Parker too. You have to go.”Alexander scrubbed a hand over his face and sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. His hair stuck up in directions that would

AlexanderThe conference room on the forty-second floor of Hale Industries was exactly as Alexander remembered it from the last time he’d been forced to attend a board meeting five years ago all glass and steel and intimidation, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and a table so polished you could see your reflection in the mahogany surface.Twenty chairs surrounded that table, and nineteen of them were already occupied when Alexander walked in with Vivian at his side.His father sat at the head in a leather chair that looked more like a throne, his silver hair combed back and his suit custom-tailored to hide the way age had started to thin his frame. Richard Hale didn’t smile when his son entered, just gave a curt nod and gestured to the empty seat at his right hand.The seat reserved for the heir.Max sat three chairs down on the opposite side, his expression was neutral but his eyes tracking Alexander’s every movement like a predator watching prey.“Alexander.” Richa

Elena Elena stood outside Alexander’s office door at midnight with her hand raised to knock, hesitating for the third time in as many minutes. He’d been avoiding her for three days. Ever since the board meeting, he’d barely looked at her. Came home late. Left early. Locked himself in his office or disappeared to the hospital for emergency surgeries that Elena suspected weren’t actually emergencies. She’d texted him twice asking if he was okay. Both times he’d replied with single-word answers that told her nothing. Something was wrong. And whatever it was, she needed to know. Elena knocked softly and heard movement inside, then footsteps approaching. The door opened and Alexander stood there in rumpled clothes, his hair disheveled and his eyes red-rimmed like he hadn’t slept in days. “Elena.” His voice was rough. “What are you doing up?” “Can I come in?” He hesitated, then stepped aside to let her pass. The office was a mess. Papers scattered across the desk. Empty coffee c