Alle Kapitel von A Wrong Alpha Heiress's Return: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Third Person's POVCarden let out a low, teasing chuckle. "You stubborn old fox, Liam. You've argued with me for decades, and now you want to call me ‘brother'? What's the harm?""Even in the next life, I'll be born before you," Liam retorted, rolling his eyes. "You'll still have to call me brother."Liam's smirk deepened as he added with mock anticipation, "Although, who's to say I won't be reborn first next time? Then you'll still have to call me brother, old man."Carden lunged for a pillow behind him and tossed it at Liam. "You dream bigger than I do! Your body's strong, you'll probably outlast me, and when I finally kick the bucket, you'll be crying, old fox!""Bah! Bah! Bah!" Liam tossed the pillow back, laughing. "Even water can't shut your mouth!"Carden only laughed, a low rumble of amusement. He was never offended by Liam's playful jabs. Their relationship had been forged through fire and loyalty. Liam had emerged from the mountains of Moonviel City with nothing but grit and

Third Person's POVAfter returning from the Angel Reform Academy, Celeste had learned to give in when survival demanded it. She had learned to yield when necessary, to keep her head down, to preserve the fragile flame of life that still burned within her. But some predators could not resist testing the boundaries-forcing her, again and again, to confront the shadows of her past.Katy, ever the spoiled scion, she had grown up alongside Celeste, once the most cherished daughter of the Frost Family, her every whim indulged and protected by her lineage. Celeste knew Katy's history better than anyone else-every secret, every subtle cruelty-yet she did not flinch. Her eyes, cold and sharp as a wolf's, fixed on the headmaster with unyielding clarity."I trust you know Elara is innocent," Celeste said quietly, yet with a weight that filled the office like the presence of an alpha wolf. "Just as I trust you know what is in that folder." Her gaze shifted deliberately toward the folder clutched

Third Person's POVElias had never been insulted like this in his entire life. For a moment, his face went pale, then flushed with violent shades of purple and red. He stood frozen, breath caught in his throat, before finally managing to choke out a single, trembling word."You-"His voice broke, and rage overtook him. With a snarl, he raised his fist, aiming to slam it into Elijah Davis's smug face.But before the punch could land, Elijah caught his wrist effortlessly.It should have been impossible. Elias was a son of the Frost Family, raised among warriors, his strength honed under the harsh training of Frost Pack's elites. Yet Elijah, with his boyish face and deceptively relaxed smile, held his strike in place as though it weighed nothing. Elias felt his chest constrict, the pressure of an Alpha's dominance radiating from the other boy's grip. For a fleeting second, he couldn't breathe.Shock rippled through him. How could someone so you

Third Person's POVElias stood frozen, his chest heaving with restrained fury. The question clawed its way out of him before he could stop it, harsh and jagged in the silence between them."Were you… were you kidnapped on purpose?"Serena's wide, shimmering eyes locked onto his. For a long moment, she simply stared, stunned into stillness. Then, slowly, tears welled up and spilled, softening her features into something fragile and pitiful."Elias," she whispered, her voice trembling as though she could barely believe what she was hearing. "Are you… accusing me?"The young Frost's grip on her shoulders faltered. His hands slipped away, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin. His eyes darted aside, unable to meet her tearful gaze."I… I didn't mean…" His words dissolved, crumbling into nothing before they even left his lips.Serena's lashes glistened with tears as her expression crumpled further. She looked

Celeste's POVI could see the tremor in Katy's hand before she even tried to mask it. She lifted her glass, her knuckles pale against the clear surface, and took a sip of water far too quickly. Her eyes darted away from mine, as if she could hide behind the rim of the cup."You-why would you suddenly bring that up?" she stammered. Her voice was too sharp, too fragile, like cracked glass.I tilted my head slightly, my gaze fixed on the way her fingers shook. Then I spoke, my voice calm and unhurried, almost ghostly in its weight."Because I was there, Katy. On the rooftop. The night she jumped."The glass slipped.It shattered on the café floor, scattering into jagged fragments as water splashed across her lap. Katy flinched at the icy touch, her body jerking violently. Around us, whispers rose, and heads turned in our direction.I didn't move. Not when the waitress rushed forward with hurried apologies, not when Katy's face dra