All Chapters of A Wrong Alpha Heiress's Return: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Celeste's POVThe old neighborhood we stumbled into was a ghost of what it once might have been. Rust clung to the railings, walls were mottled with damp, and the scent of mildew hung heavy in the air. Elijah's weight pressed against me with every step, his blood dripping onto the cracked pavement like a trail for predators to follow.We slipped through a passageway where no light dared to reach, the shadows pressing close until the darkness itself felt alive. Finally, I stopped at a small, hidden door tucked behind a stairwell. It was damp, tucked away from sight, and almost forgotten by time.This was the place I'd rented earlier while searching for somewhere to hide. It wasn't much-barely more than a basement with rotting wood and peeling plaster-but Elijah couldn't go to a hospital, not like this. He'd bleed out on the streets if I didn't get him inside.I helped him over to the warped wooden sofa, easing his tall frame down. He groaned low in his chest, though whether it was from

Celeste's POVThen Elias's brows knit."What in the Goddess's name did you do to yourself?"The contempt in his voice was so sharp it could have drawn blood.The Frost Family prided itself on discipline and appearances. Even Elias, the wild one, never dared stay out past moonrise. Yet I, the unwanted shadow in their house, had vanished for a full night-and now stood before him bruised, torn, and unkempt. To him, it was not survival. It was humiliation. A stain on the Frost name.His mouth opened, no doubt ready to lash me with words that would cut deeper than claws. But before he could speak, I walked past him without a glance. My body screamed for rest, every bone aching from the night's ordeal, but my pride carried me forward."Stop!" Elias's growl tore through the crisp morning air.His hand clamped down on my wrist and yanked me back. "You disappear all night, you return looking like a stray dragged from a ditch, and you think you can just ignore me?"I clenched my jaw, forcing do

Celeste's POV"Must you always twist your tongue like a poisoned fang?" Callen's voice snapped like a whip, his golden eyes blazing as he turned on me. "If Father and I hadn't returned in time tonight, do you even realize what disaster you would have dragged upon this family?"I stared back at him, unflinching. Disaster? Dragged upon them? I hadn't even understood what sin they had chosen for me this time.My gaze swept the hall-Alpha Rowan's face carved from fury, Callen's dripping with disappointment, Elias's lips curled in smug satisfaction, and Serena's eyes glistening with perfectly staged tears. I looked at them as I might look at strangers-strangers whose claws had torn me one too many times."I'm not Frost blood," I said, my voice low but cutting. "When rogues seized me, you refused to act. When I demanded the Elders investigate, you turned your backs. So I acted for myself. I stood before the Council, demanded they hear the truth. I was the one dragged from the forest. I was

Third Person's POVCeleste hadn't even stepped past the Frost Family gates when Serena pressed herself forward from behind Elias, her voice carefully tempered with false concern."Celeste," Serena said, her tone deceptively soft, "we're both daughters of this pack. Just show some humility to Alpha Rowan. You know he cares for you-"Celeste froze mid-step, her lupine instincts alert. She could smell the subtle shift in Serena's scent-the faint tang of triumph buried beneath a thin veil of concern. The words were laced with poison."You may not be Alpha Rowan's blood, but he's always treated you as if you were. Pretending you were kidnapped and extorting the family… well, naturally, he'd be upset," Serena continued, her green eyes glinting like sharpened fangs. "Just apologize to him. I'm certain he will forgive you. He wouldn't truly cast you out of the Frost halls."All around, the Frost Family wolves' eyes shifted subtly. Their perception of Celeste had always been that she was docil

Celeste's POVA low, gnawing tension had been crawling along my spine ever since I stepped out of the Frost Family hall, and now it deepened into something heavier. I could feel it in my gut-the weight of years of silent oversight, of eyes always judging, always measuring. But then there was Liam. He had spent decades serving the Frost Family with quiet diligence, never once overstepping his bounds. Yet today, the wolf in him had stirred, and he was determined to protect me-the girl he had watched grow up-no matter the cost.I understood instantly. The wave of emotion hit me like a strike to the chest: all my grievances, all the silenced indignities of the past months, surged to the surface. My eyes burned red as the swell of restrained anger and hurt tried to escape. I wanted to speak, to let the words tumble out in a rush of pent-up frustration, but I held them back. My voice was not for them; it belonged to my own pack now, to my own freedom.I held the bag hidden behind my back, a