All Chapters of Not a Pup, But Your Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ADAMThe torrential rain pounded wildly against the black umbrella surface. I looked down at the soaking wet woman in front of me.Her black hair clung to her pale cheeks. Water dripped from her chin, tracing the line of her trembling jaw.She looked like an abandoned kitten, shivering and pathetic.My mind was filled with a blood-red storm.The full moon was approaching. The witch's curse made my blood boil like magma. The wolf inside was frantically ramming against the cage of reason, letting out deafening roars."Kill the fat man inside. Rip his throat out. Now!"My fingers gripped the umbrella handle tightly. My knuckles turned white from extreme restraint.Just as my sanity was about to snap, a soft, trembling voice pierced through the rain."Thank you... Mr. Blackwood."I blinked. Bella looked up at me. Her eyes were wet, wide, and honey-brown.And then, the miracle happened again.That gentle thanks was like a cool spring, instantly extinguishing the raging flames

BELLA"I'm sorry! Mr. Blackwood! I... I didn't mean to!"I frantically pressed my hands against his chest, trying to push myself away, but the muscles under my palms were hard as stone, completely immovable.Adam looked down at me without releasing his grip. A strand of wet hair hung over his forehead. Those red eyes held a scrutinizing look I didn't understand."Mr. Blackwood?" He repeated the title, his tone carrying a hint of dangerous amusement. "Is this how you address your husband? Or do you plan to call me this in front of those gossip reporters too?"My brain was in complete chaos. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of my throat."Then... what should I call you?" I stammered, frantically searching through my mind for titles I'd seen on TV. "Hon... Honey?"Adam's expression froze for a moment."Shut up." He frowned and interrupted me. "Call me by my name."Adam released me and stepped back. The suffocating pressure finally lessened somewhat."Ok

BELLAI straightened my shoulders.Despite the panic twisting in my chest, I projected a confidence and allure they had never seen before."You're wrong," I said calmly."He can't get through a single night without me—my body, my voice.""He's obsessed."Jessica laughed, the sound cutting through the silence like a blade."Oh my God, are you actually proud of that?"She let out a soft, exaggerated gasp, one hand covering her mouth."Being obsessed over by something that can't even show his face?" Her gaze slid over me, slow and contemptuous."I guess it makes sense.""Someone like you would be the only one who wouldn't mind." Her lips curved."You're perfect for each other—things people don't want to look at."Aunt Genevieve didn't laugh. She stared at me coldly, as if evaluating the truth of what I had just said."Listen, Bella." Genevieve stepped closer, lowering her voice threateningly. "Don't think that just because you're living in the clouds now, you can forget the mud pit on the

BELLAHot water flowed over my shoulders as I sank deep into the bubble-filled bathtub, closing my eyes and trying to empty my mind.But last night's ridiculous dream played like a movie I couldn't turn off, replaying over and over in my head.The rough, burning sensation in the dream felt too real.How Adam's palm gripped my waist, how his breath sprayed against my neck, and that suffocating feeling of being filled..."Damn it."I snapped my eyes open, slapping the water surface with both hands, splashing water everywhere. My body was even responding shamefully to the memory again.Heat pooled low in my belly. My nipples hardened against the warm water.I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the aching need between my legs.This was just a stupid dream. Nothing more.My gaze fell on that exquisite black gift box on the vanity. That deep red lace lingerie lay there quietly, with pitifully little fabric—just a few thin straps and extremely thin lace.The bra was basic

BELLAI was so startled by her dramatic transformation that I stepped back. "No need, I just want to buy this dress...""One isn't enough! Although this is a runway piece, it's just basic." Tiffany linked her arm through mine without asking, gripping me with the intimacy of long-lost sisters. "With your perfect skin tone, you must try our store's ‘Midnight Collection.' And your hands..."She grabbed my hand with its slightly torn cuticles, letting out an extremely exaggerated gasp of admiration. "My God, look at the shape of these fingers, so slender and strong! These nails are trimmed so... naturally, so wildly beautiful! Only true aristocrats dare to reject those tacky French manicures."I awkwardly pulled my hand back, looking at my knuckles reddened from long exposure to disinfectant. This was pure nonsense.Surrounded by Tiffany and two other saleswomen, I was half-pushed, half-dragged into the luxurious VIP dressing room."Try this one, and this one." Tiffany brought in an a