Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Heaven: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Skye’s POVDamian’s voice echoed in my head like a thunderclap I couldn’t silence. The words looped over and over, wrapping around me like an invisible leash I didn’t know if I wanted to slip or tighten.The way he said it sent tingles racing down my spine. Not fear. Not exactly. But something sharper. Something that made my stomach twist and my chest feel too tight.My wolf was still restless from earlier, prowling inside me like she’d tasted something she didn’t know how to let go of. Every time I thought of his breath against my skin, of that soft touch and the way he marked me, she would let out a low growl of anticipation. A hunger. A need.Calm down, I told her. This isn’t the time, Lyra.But she didn’t listen. She never did where Damian was concerned. She was ready to pounce on him, at him, for him. If he made another move, said another word like that, she’d rip through my skin without warning. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t even know what I felt yet.So, I buried myself in

Skye’s POVEva led me to the guest room where her things were. The moment we stepped inside, I knew she wasn’t just any guest—she was someone important. The room was spacious, elegantly decorated, and definitely reserved for those who belonged to the upper ranks. Only someone from an elite, filthy rich pack would be offered this kind of luxury without question.She flopped onto the bed with a content sigh and gave me a bright, infectious smile. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she said, twirling a strand of her caramel hair. “But I’m really going to miss you, Skye. I feel like I’ve already gotten attached to you.”I blinked at her, a little taken aback. Attached? To me?No one in this town had ever said something like that. Not without an ulterior motive. Most people only ever saw me as the omega orphan—abandoned, forgotten, a walking charity case that didn’t belong anywhere except in the shadows.But Eva? She looked at me like I was an equal. A friend. Someone worth getting attached to.I cou

Skye's POVThe night passed in a blur of stolen laughter, twinkling lights, and Eva’s constant nudges and whispers that made me giggle like a girl I barely recognized. It was the kind of laughter that bubbled up unexpectedly, free and light, untouched by fear or shame. For a few hours, I wasn’t the omega sweeping crumbs under the rug—I was just Skye, in a dress that shimmered and spun, twirling under the golden glow of fairy lights.Eva was a lifesaver, hovering close like a guardian angel with glittering heels and unapologetic sass. She made sure I drank water between every glass of fruity punch, even as I resisted. But I’d still had more than I usually dared.Enough to make me a little light-headed.A little too warm.Enough to make me a little light-headed.A little too warm.My skin buzzed. My cheeks stayed flushed longer than they should have. There was a strange looseness in my limbs, like I’d finally shed the weight I always carried. For the first time in forever, I allowed mys

Skye's POVAnother day. Another hell.School had never been kind to me. If anything, it had been a daily reminder of how unwanted and invisible I was—until they decided to notice me just enough to mock, trip, or push me around. And now, as I walked through the hallway, I could already feel the weight of their gazes before I even stepped fully inside.But something was different.The usual sneers were gone. Replaced by something I couldn’t quite place. Curiosity? Confusion? Awe?I blinked rapidly, unsure if I was imagining things. Where were the hushed whispers? The pointed fingers and the snickers behind cupped hands? Where was the next shove from someone pretending it was an accident?I clutched my books tighter to my chest.Then it hit me.The dress. It's the first time they saw me wearing a dress.It was the one Eva gave me—the soft lavender one with subtle embroidery along the hem. It was elegant without trying too hard, and it actually fit me like it was made for me, unlike the w

Skye’s POVWhen I woke up, Damian was no longer beside me. The warmth that lingered from his body had already started to fade, leaving only the cold side of the bed and a strange emptiness I couldn’t quite describe. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t disappointment either. It was just… hollow.I sat up and stared at the space he had occupied, my fingers unconsciously reaching for the dent his head left on the pillow. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t feel anything. After all, whatever happened last night wasn’t supposed to mean anything.I shook off the feeling and climbed out of bed. The sun hadn’t risen yet, and I needed to get my act together. If I didn’t prepare breakfast before the others woke up, I’d hear a mouthful from the rest of the pack—especially Luna. And if she ever found out Damian had been in my bed last night, if she caught his scent clinging to my sheets… I’d be more than doomed. I’d be dead.Still, a part of me didn’t want to leave the bed. A small part of me