All Chapters of The Alpha who was never mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ElenaElena sat on the floor of the mountain house living room with her laptop open and her hands shaking so badly she could barely type.Camila.The name had been echoing in her head since her father walked out the door an hour ago, leaving her with more questions than answers and a burning need to know the truth.Alexander had tried to explain. Had started to tell her about Camila and what happened eleven years ago and why Miguel blamed him for her death.But Elena had held up her hand and stopped him mid-sentence.“I need to see it for myself first. Then we’ll talk.”He’d nodded and retreated to the bedroom, leaving her alone with her laptop and a search engine and a name that felt like it was carved into her bones.Camila BoltonElena typed the name into Google and hit enter.The results flooded the screen. “Local Woman Dies Under Suspicious CircumstancesDr. Alexander Hale Under Investigation in Death of Camila BoltonPack Strips Alpha Title Following Poisoning AccusationsMed

ElenaThe campus parking lot still smelled like wet asphalt from last night’s rain and Elena sat in her car longer than she needed to, both hands wrapped around the wheel and her forehead resting against the back of her knuckles. The bandage on her forearm itched under her sleeve and she hadn’t slept and the concealer she’d dragged over her cheek that morning was already wearing thin where Miguel’s hand had landed.She’d promised herself in the shower that she’d come.Now that she was here she couldn’t make her body open the door.A girl from her literature seminar walked past the front bumper carrying a coffee. The girl glanced into the windshield and her eyes caught on Elena’s face for half a second longer than they should have, then slid away too fast, and Elena watched her speed up toward the building. So that’s how today was going to go. Fine. She’d known that. She unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her bag off the passenger seat and got out before she could talk herself out of i

AlexanderAlexander took the mountain road faster than he should have, his foot heavier on the pedal each time another scream came through the speaker of the phone he’d thrown onto the passenger seat. Lila’s voice kept breaking apart between Elena’s cries, and every sound Elena made put another fifteen pounds on his foot until the car was riding the curves harder than the wet pavement could really hold.“Lila, talk to me. Is she still breathing?”“Yes, she’s breathing, but it’s wrong, Alexander, it’s coming out wrong, and her wrist…”“Don’t touch the wrist,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter as the headlights swept through the dark trees on either side of the road. He could already hear what was happening underneath Elena’s voice the low animal note that didn’t belong inside a human throat and he knew what it meant even before Lila started crying again. Years of suppression were collapsing all at once, and her body wasn’t built to carry that kind of transformation “How far apart ar

AlexanderTwo days after his parents drove down the mountain, Alexander was in the study going through a stack of bills when he heard a car on the gravel.He set the papers down and went to the window. A silver sedan was parked in the turnaround, and Isabelle Crane was already out of it and walking toward the porch in a tailored coat, her bag over her shoulder.He had not given Isabelle the address.Alexander met her at the front door before she could knock. Isabelle gave him the small professional smile she had given him for five years across his desk.“How did you find this place, Isabelle.”“You forget how many of your prescriptions came through me. You used the mountain address on a refill three years ago, and I have a memory for these things.”“You should have called.”“You would not have answered.”Alexander’s gaze tracked her, then he stepped aside and let her in. Turning her away on the porch would have looked like fear, and he was not afraid of her in his own house.He guided

Elena Elena was at the kitchen island the morning after Alexander had driven down to meet his lawyer, when she heard a car on the gravel. She set her coffee down. The scent reached her before the engine cut, and she identified both of them at once. Her mother’s perfume, the same one Serah had worn for twenty years. Her father underneath it, the cologne and the leather of his jacket. Elena walked through the foyer and opened the front door before either of them reached the porch. Serah was the first one up the steps. She was in the long grey coat she had worn the morning Elena left for college, and her hair was pulled back, her face was already wet at the edges. Miguel came up behind her with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Mama,” Elena said softly. She was surprised to see them Serah stopped at the top of the steps and pressed her hand against her mouth. She did not come closer. “Come inside,” Elena offered, stepping back from the doorway. “We are not coming inside