Todos os capítulos de A Wrong Alpha Heiress's Return: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Celeste's POVElias Frost's fist came flying toward my face.But it never landed.My hand shot up, seizing his wrist mid-swing. His knuckles froze inches from my cheek, and for the first time tonight, the great Frost heir's arm wouldn't budge.His eyes widened. Shock. Disbelief. He hadn't expected this from me-an orphaned Omega with no Frost blood in her veins.I stared back at him, unblinking, my gaze sharp enough to draw blood. The air between us thickened as my pheromones slipped free-wild, unstable, nothing like the delicate submissiveness they wanted from an Omega. Mine were rough, jagged, flickering between the cold steadiness of a Beta and the sharp bite of a Gamma.Elias froze, his lips curling into a humorless smirk."Tricks," he muttered under his breath, voice dripping with scorn. "You must've picked up this cheap illusion from those mongrel wolves in Angel Reform Academy. You're no high-tier, Celeste. You're just a stray. A Frost in name only."But I didn't release him. No

Celeste's POVWhen I walked into the Frost estate's main hall, the air was so thick with judgment it could've smothered a wolf.On one side, Alpha Rowan and Luna Eveline sat with Serena tucked neatly between them, like the perfect daughter, their Luna-to-be. On the other side, Beta Ryan Wilson lounged against the cushions, his arm swaddled in bandages, his parents beside him, glaring daggers at me. The setup looked less like a family gathering and more like a tribunal.The moment I appeared, Ryan's mother shot to her feet, her voice like claws across stone."You dare to show your face after what you did? You broke my son's bones and still walk around unashamed!"I dropped my gaze for a breath, not out of guilt but calculation. Wolves like her didn't want truth-they wanted submission.Luna Eveline's voice followed, heavy with false sorrow."Celeste, why did you attack Ryan? Why put him in the infirmary? I raised you to understand respect, to control your temper-not to brawl like a fera

Celeste's POVSerena's expression twisted for just a moment, a crack in her carefully painted mask. Then she stepped forward, tugging on Ryan's hand like a delicate little sister clinging to her protector."Ryan, since my sister already apologized, let's forgive her, shall we?" she pleaded softly. "She apologized so quickly, as if she was afraid we might change our minds. That must mean she's truly sincere."Ryan's lips curled in a mocking smile. He patted her hand possessively, his voice dripping with disdain. "Serena, you're too naïve. She didn't apologize out of sincerity. Celeste only did it because she's afraid."Elias immediately echoed him, his grin sharp. "Exactly. She's terrified I'll pull the footage from the City hotel. Once that gets out, she'll be humiliated in front of the whole city. That's why she rushed to bow her head the moment she heard we'd spare her if she apologized."His voice sharpened, his tone full of venom. "But I won't fall for her tricks. Tonight I'll dra

Celeste's POV"Bitch! Let go of my son-let go of him now!"Ryan Wilson's mother screeched, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. Ryan himself was shrieking beneath me, his fists slamming down against my head and shoulders, but I didn't care. My wolf surged within me, primal and furious, drowning out everything except one instinct-sink my teeth deeper.I had his wrist clamped in my jaws, the copper tang of blood flooding my mouth. His bones ground beneath my bite, and the more he struggled, the harder I locked my jaw. I wasn't going to release him. Not until he remembered that I wasn't prey. Not until they all remembered.A voice from my past pulsed through my head, one I hadn't heard in years."Celeste, don't be afraid. Even if you can't win, bite back. Rip flesh if you have to. Only when they fear you will they stop hurting you."Those words were carved into me, etched into my bones. Tonight, they roared louder than the jeers, louder than the screams.Around me, the Frost

Third Person's POVThe Frost Patriarch came as swiftly as he left.The sound of the black car tearing down the gravel drive still lingered in the ears of those left behind. No one spoke. They all stood there, hearts heavy with an unshakable weight.From the time Rowan could remember, Liam had been at Cardens side. The man was more than a butler; he was the elder wolf's shadow, his confidant, his shield. Though his official title remained steward, the Frosts had always treated him with a respect bordering on reverence.But the way Liam had looked back, as if caught between words he dared not utter, left a strange unease in the air. It gnawed at them like the growl of an unseen predator.Serena clenched her jaw so hard it felt her teeth might crack. Outwardly, she looked composed, trembling with false frailty. Inwardly, her fury burned hotter than molten steel.The Frosts were gullible, so easy to manipulate-but the Patriarch was different. That old wolf refused to yield, refused to be