All Chapters of One Night With My Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Four hours later, Cora and I stood outside Crimson Den with legs that were shaking and suddenly refused to move.The building…looking just normal and plain. Just a plain brick warehouse squatting on the edge of neutral territory—no neon signs, no velvet ropes, no bouncers in suits. Only a single red bulb glowing above a steel door like a warning light.Cora tapped my shoulder, and I jumped before turning to her.She was grinning. “How are you feeling?”“I… I had no idea this was a sex club,” I breathed. “I can’t believe you brought me to a sex club. I can’t believe I allowed you to bring me to a sex club.”She tucked a strand of hair behind the straps. “You know we can turn around right now. Go home. I’ll help you pick out a gorgeous white dress for your funeral—sorry, I meant wedding.”I swallowed against the hysterical laugh bubbling up my throat. “You’re not helping.”“I’m helping plenty.” She squeezed my hand hard enough to hurt. “Come on. Before you lose your nerve.”The door ope

I watched from the second-floor window as Kieran's car disappeared down the tree-lined drive, my forehead pressed against the cold glass. The mate bond hummed beneath my ribs, carrying Emrys's fury and my father's restraint and my own devastation in waves that made it hard to breathe.Four months pregnant. Morgana was four months pregnant.My hands moved to my stomach automatically, doing math I didn't want to do. Four months back was June. Our seventh wedding anniversary. I'd made reservations at the restaurant where he'd proposed, bought him cufflinks he'd claimed to love, worn the dress he'd once said made me look beautiful.He'd canceled the dinner last minute. Business emergency, he'd said. Important client meeting that couldn't be rescheduled. I'd eaten takeout alone in our kitchen, telling myself it was fine, we'd celebrate another night.He'd been with Morgana instead. Getting her pregnant while his wife waited at home with cooling pasta and wilting hope."Khione."My mother's

Jasper was already pacing by the time I fully registered what I had read on the screen.He moved the way he did everything — with complete physical control that was nevertheless failing to conceal what was underneath it. Three steps toward the window. Back again. His jaw was tight and his hand was gripping the phone hard enough that I could see the pressure in his knuckles."This was posted forty minutes ago," he said. "It already has over twelve thousand shares."I leaned against my doorframe and folded my arms. "It's a blog post, Jasper."He turned and looked at me like I had said something in a language he didn't speak. "It's a blog post that is currently sitting in the inboxes of every major investor connected to Vanderbilt Holdings. It is a blog post that the financial press will pick up within the hour if they haven't already." His voice was controlled and sharp and operating at the very edge of controlled. "This is not nothing, Thea. This is exactly the kind of narrative that t