Alpha's Heaven의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

After that passionate night in the woods with Damian, I could still feel him inside me.His touch. His scent. The low growl in his throat when our bodies finally met. Not just physically—but emotionally. In every stolen breath, every racing heartbeat. He had left something behind. A mark on my soul. A permanent, raw ache that flared when I was alone and echoed through my wolf, Lyra.She felt it too. The bond. The shift. The way everything between us had changed.And now, I couldn’t even look at him without my face heating up and my stomach twisting into impossible knots. Every time I caught sight of him walking through the training field or lingering outside the pack house, my heart would slam against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I’d look away too fast, pretend I didn’t notice him, act preoccupied with anythin just so I wouldn’t meet his eyes.Because when I did, it was like falling all over again.I was a mess. My body, my thoughts, my soul—everything was tangled up in him. And

The music at the party still throbbed in the background, low and steady, but it no longer matched the beat of my heart. It was too loud and yet too far away, like I was hearing it from underwater. I stood at the edge of the dance floor, smiling politely at people as they passed, my fingers twisting together in front of me in a nervous habit I hadn’t had since I was a child.I had just chosen Evan over Damian. It was logical—Evan was Eva’s twin brother, and it was his birthday too. The polite, socially correct thing to do was to dance with him. And I did. I had smiled and laughed through it, pretending not to see the way Damian’s jaw had hardened, the way his eyes had darkened, the way his shoulders had gone rigid. But I saw him leave. I saw him walk away without a word.The moment the song ended, my chest felt hollow. I kept telling myself not to follow him, that he was probably outside to cool off, that it wasn’t my job to chase after him every time his temper flared. But the mate bo

If someone had told me a month ago that I would be standing in front of Damian, telling him I was in love with him, I would have laughed—maybe even scoffed. We had spent so much time tangled in a mess of misunderstandings, sharp words, and stubborn silences that the idea of opening my heart to him had felt like a cruel joke.And yet, here I was.It was late evening when it happened. The sun had just slipped behind the trees, leaving streaks of fading gold across the horizon. The garden was quiet except for the whisper of wind through the leaves. The scent of pine was heavy in the air, grounding me even as my heart pounded against my ribs.He had been avoiding me for days after our last fight. That distance had been worse than any argument—it was an absence I could feel in my bones. Every time I passed the hallway near his room, I caught myself pausing, hoping to hear his voice. Every morning, I half-expected to see him at training, only to be met with disappointment.The ache in my ch

Skye's POVThe morning had been warm, the kind that made everything feel softer, lighter. Damian and I were curled up together in the sunroom, the glass walls spilling golden light over us. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of skin and the faint trace of Damian’s cologne still clinging to the sheets. I was tangled against him, my head resting on his bare chest, his fingers lazily combing through my hair.We were in our own little world—one built on quiet laughter, whispered teases, and the comforting hum of simply being together. His thumb brushed my cheek as I leaned into him, and I caught the small, unguarded smile he reserved only for me. It was moments like these that made me forget we’d ever been anything but this close.It was the kind of moment I never wanted to end—quiet, unhurried, ours.“You know,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough from sleep, “I could stay like this forever.”I smiled against his skin, my fingers tracing idle shapes along the hard planes of his abd

I was stunned. Completely frozen in place, like time itself had fractured around me.I was stunned. Completely frozen in place, like time itself had fractured around me.The words I’d just overheard refused to settle in my mind. They scattered like broken glass across my thoughts, each shard sharp, jagged, and agonizing. But the weight of them pressed down on my chest like an avalanche, threatening to crush everything I thought I knew. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. And I couldn’t speak.The truth I had just uncovered wasn’t just heavy—it was devastating. It was shattering.My family is alive. They are alive.They weren’t dead like they told me. Not slaughtered by rogues in some tragic ambush. Not erased from existence like some tragic footnote in the pack's history.They were alive. Breathing. Existing. Somewhere out there, still waiting… maybe even searching for me.And Damian—he knew. His family knew.All this time, they kept it from me. Hid them from me and lied to me. They