Todos los capítulos de Not a Pup, But Your Alpha: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

BELLAThrough the bulletproof glass, I saw Jessica's face twisted with jealousy. She frantically pounded on the car window, her mouth moving in exaggerated screams. "Open up! Bella! You thief! Get out here!"If it were before, I would have been afraid. I would have instinctively opened the car door, offering up my dignity along with that expensive dress.But now, my hand tightly gripped that black metal card still warm from the transaction.Maybe I was using someone else's power. Maybe this was all a false bubble Adam had given me. But in this moment, I didn't want to burst it.The driver looked at me questioningly through the rearview mirror. "Mrs. Blackwood, should I stop the car?"I took a deep breath, staring straight ahead, not even glancing at my cousin acting like a madwoman outside the window."No." My voice was unprecedentedly calm. "Drive. Back to the penthouse downtown."The sedan smoothly merged into traffic, leaving Jessica's hysterical figure behind.Watching her

BELLAThe black Maybach passed through layers of iron gates and stopped in front of a castle-like manor hidden deep in the forest.Dozens of luxury cars were casually parked here—modified Hummers, Land Rover Defenders, and several limited edition supercars.The moment I walked into the banquet hall holding Adam's arm, I was stunned by the scene before me.Under crystal chandeliers, dozens of guests gathered.I had to admit, the Blackwood family genes were ridiculously good.The men almost all had model-like physiques, generally over six feet three, their broad shoulders stretching expensive suits to tight lines, every movement radiating wild strength.The women were stunningly beautiful, wearing boldly designed haute couture gowns—deep V-necks, backless designs—generously displaying toned muscle lines and perfect curves.They swayed in the dance floor to deep music, the air mixed with expensive perfume, tobacco, and a hormone scent that made my heart race.However, the moment

ADAMI was bare-chested, blood boiling.It felt like lava was rushing through my veins, trying to break through my skin."Argh—!"The first wave of agony hit me as the full moon outside had risen to its highest point. I clenched my teeth, veins bulging on my neck, a suppressed growl escaping my throat.This wasn't normal shift. This was punishment.Ever since that damn witch cursed me, every full moon night, my Shift became torture that shattered and reassembled every bone in my body.My spine began making horrifying cracking sounds. Each vertebra popped and twisted, restructuring itself into something inhuman.On the edge of consciousness, scenes from today's banquet flashed through my mind like slides.When those male wolves stared at Bella with amazed looks, sniffing her scent, I almost tore their throats out right there in the hall.They had smelled it.Bella was covered in my scent—my coat, my bathroom, my car, even my embrace. To werewolves, this meant she was my "prope

BELLAThe rhythmic, heavy swaying motion pulled me from drowsy sleep.I groggily moved my head, my cheek brushing against hard, bare, burning skin.I suddenly realized I was being carried.Strong arms held me securely. One arm supported my back, the other cradled my thighs. My body was pressed completely against a broad, muscled chest.That domineering cedar scent mixed with intense male hormones filled my nose, telling me exactly who was holding me.Adam.I wanted to open my eyes in panic, but the next second, my body froze.Because something was pressing against my inner thigh.Hard, burning, massive, hitting my inner thigh with each step he took.The thick length pressed against my dress. Each movement made it slide along my leg, sending shockwaves through my body.As an adult, I knew all too well what that was.An erect penis.And there was no fabric barrier.Adam was naked! Completely naked, not a stitch of clothing!My heart hammered against my ribs. Blood rushed t

BELLAThree in the afternoon. The sunlight cast a beam across the yellowed pages of "Canine Behavior and Clinical Care" that Dr. Miller had lent me.I sat cross-legged on the bedroom carpet, holding the brick-thick old book."Aggressive behavior triggers... territorial awareness... pack hierarchy..."My finger traced through the table of contents until my gaze stopped on a chapter thirteen title: "The Influence of Moon Phases on Wolves.""Moon phases?"I paused, remembering last night's full moon and that howling, violent wolf.The memory of those red eyes burning in the darkness made my chest tighten. I flipped to page 284, wanting to investigate further.However, what met my eyes wasn't dense text, but a jagged, torn edge.The entire chapter, along with several appendix pages, had been brutally ripped out.Only a half-torn sentence remained on the paper edge: "During full moon periods, wolves typically exhibit extreme pain..."Then nothing.My heart clenched sharply.L