All Chapters of The ALPHA’S PAIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena’s POVWeeks passed after my mother died, but the pain never really left. If anything, it grew heavier with time, settling into my chest like a weight I could never shake. I became colder and more distant to everyone around me, shutting myself off from the world bit by bit, except for one person.Michael.He stayed by my side quietly, never forcing words where they were not needed. He knew that behind my cold eyes were sadness and grief that refused to ease. He knew how much I cried when no one was around. He knew about the nightmares that woke me up in the middle of the night, leaving me gasping for air and clutching my chest as though my heart might tear itself apart.Sometimes, I wondered how much pain a heart could hold before it finally gave in.Michael was the only one who knew, because I began to withdraw from everyone else. Walls rose around me, brick by brick, and he was the only one I allowed inside.He slept over most of the time, hoping his presence would help me some

“That was where your mother studied,” he continued quietly. “Before she became Luna. Before everything.”I could feel the weight of emotion the words carried, even though I already knew this from the investigations Michael and I had carried out after finding the article. Hearing it from my father’s mouth only made the situation more real.“She never spoke much about it,” he added, “only that it shaped her.”Michael looked at me quietly, and I knew we both felt the same thing. This was confirmation.“You’ve been planning this,” my father said, looking at us, but his gaze lingered on me.I didn’t deny it.My father let out a sigh. “I won’t stop you. I know how hard you’ve been training, and how strong you are now.”As he said this, he turned and slowly walked away. Then he paused.With a firm tone laced with worry, he added, “Please stay safe. The human realm can be tricky.”I turned to Michael, and we silently accepted our fate. We both knew that once we went down that path, there woul

Jameson gently shifted his gaze from Michael to me before saying once more,“Widders.”This time he said it slowly.“That name… I’ve heard it before.”Michael stood beside me wearing his usual blank expression, but I could see the discomfort beneath it. I felt it too.I didn’t react. Instead, I took a step forward and said calmly,“And where exactly did you hear it?” I asked, watching his expression closely, studying his demeanor.Surprisingly, it revealed very little.Jameson shrugged, dipping his hands into his pockets.“Old records. Places people don’t usually look at.”His eyes shifted back to Michael.“Didn’t expect to hear it here.”“It’s just a name,” Michael replied flatly, his tone giving nothing away.Jameson smiled, but it wasn’t the same smile he had given me earlier during the meeting. This one didn’t reach his eyes.“Names usually are.”I felt it then.Not fear.Not panic.Recognition.Recognition of something connected to us, but not exactly of us.“Armstrong,” he said

Morning came quickly. It had been two days since the encounter with Jameson, and it still had not left my mind. The way he fixated on the name Widders lingered longer than I wanted to admit. After that day, Michael and I decided to slow down with the investigations and lay low for a while. Not because we were afraid. If anything, it was a strategy. Staying visible meant control. Disappearing now would only raise questions, and questions attracted the wrong kind of attention. If someone was watching, we needed to stay within their line of sight, not outside it. My wolf had not rested since. She remained alert, restless, always listening, reacting to things I could not fully name yet. It was the kind of tension that came before something shifted. Michael arrived later than usual that morning. We did not have classes to attend that day, though even when we did, we rarely shared all of them. Still, we moved together more often than not. It had always been that way. And lately, it

Elena’s POVThe next morning felt too normal.Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and steady, like nothing had shifted the night before. Michael was already awake, sitting at the small dining table with a stack of files open in front of him, flipping through printed copies from the Association’s records.I watched him for a moment before speaking.“Did you find anything new?”He shook his head slightly, sliding a page aside. “Same gaps. Same missing years. It’s deliberate.”Of course it was.I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter. My thoughts drifted briefly to the balcony. To the quiet nod. To the way Jameson hadn’t tried to dominate the moment. I hated that I noticed it.I quietly set the glass down on the table and walked to the window instead. The courtyard looked completely ordinary in the morning light. Students crossed from one building to another, chatting without a care in the world. Some walked in small groups, their laughter carrying throug