Alle Kapitel von Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Lola's POVThe house was loud. People were everywhere. Pack members filled the living room. Some cried. Some whispered.I stood in the doorway. My mom sat on the couch. Her face was wet. "Mom," I said. "What happened? Tell me everything."She looked up. Her eyes were red. "There was an attack. At the council meeting. Someone stabbed your father."My stomach dropped. "Who did it?""We don't know." She grabbed a tissue. "But I've ordered a full investigation. Every person at that meeting will be questioned.""How bad is it?"Fresh tears rolled down. "He's in critical condition. He lost so much blood. The healers are working on him. But they don't know if he'll make it."I felt like I couldn't breathe.Flint stood near the window. His arms were crossed. "We should be there. At the healing ward.""The healers said no," my mom said. "They need space to work.""But he's our father.""I know." My mom covered her face. "But all we can do is wait."I looked around the room. This was really hap

Lola's POVMorgan showed up at my door with a small cloth pouch in his hand."What's this?" I asked."Open it."I took the pouch. It was soft. Handmade. On the front, embroidered in neat stitches, were two letters: M and L."Did you make this?""Yeah. Took me most of the night." He ran a hand through his hair. Looked embarrassed. "I heard you weren't sleeping well. Because of everything with the King. So I made you this."I opened the pouch. Inside were dried herbs. Lavender. Chamomile. Other things I couldn't identify."It's supposed to help you sleep," Morgan said. "Put it under your pillow."My throat felt tight. "You stayed up all night to make this for me?""You need to sleep. You can't train if you're exhausted."I looked at the embroidery again. The M and L intertwined, his initials and mine."Thank you," I whispered. "This is... thank you."Morgan shrugged. Tried to act like it wasn't a big deal. But I could see the slight smile on his face.After evening study sessions, Morga

Lola's POVAmy lunged at me with the dagger. The blade aimed straight at my chest. I threw myself sideways. Hit the ground hard. Pain shot through my shoulder. The dagger missed me by inches.Amy spun around. Her face was twisted. Angry. Beyond reason. "Stop running!" she screamed. I scrambled to my feet. I looked for an escape. For help. For anything.But we were alone. The restaurant music was too loud. No one could hear us. Amy came at me again. I didn't have time to dodge. I threw my arm up. Defensive.The blade sliced across my forearm. Hot. Burning.I cried out. Blood welled up immediately. Ran down to my elbow. "Good," Amy said. Her voice was cold. "Now you're bleeding too."I backed away. My arm throbbing. "Amy, please. Stop this.""No. Not until you understand how it feels."She swung the dagger again. I ducked. The blade whistled over my head. My back hit something solid. The decorative pool in the garden centre.Nowhere left to go. Amy advanced. Step by step. She gripped t

Third-Person PerspectiveFlint stood in the doorway of the room. He'd been there for several minutes. Just watching.Lola lay in the hospital bed. Unconscious. Bandages covered half her face. Her arm was wrapped in gauze. An IV dripped into her other arm.She looked small. Fragile. Nothing like the girl he'd grown up with. Flint stepped inside. Walked quietly to the bed. His chest felt tight.This was his fault if he'd been there. If he'd protected her. Amy never would have gotten close. He reached out. Touched Lola's hand. Her skin was cold."I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have been there."Lola didn't respond. Just kept breathing. Slow and steady. Flint leaned down. He wanted to kiss her forehead. Just once. To let her know he was here.His lips were inches from her skin when a voice cut through the silence."Don't."Flint jerked back. Turned around. Morgan stood in the doorway. His face is hard. Cold. Dangerous."Step away from her," Morgan said. Voice is quiet but firm."I kn

Lola's POVThe room felt too small. Too hot. Like the walls were slowly pressing inward."Your biological parents were not just rebels, Lola." Elder Joseph's voice was flat. Certain. "They were leaders of the rebellion against the former king."I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. My father's nod, slow and heavy, told me this wasn't a mistake.After that, I couldn't take in what was being said anymore. The words came at me in pieces. Elder Joseph's voice, cold and methodical, filled in a history I'd never been allowed to know. My true lineage. The secret adoption. The story my parents had fed the kingdom for years that I was an orphan of a distant relative, taken in out of duty and kindness. Only three people had ever known the truth: Elder Joseph, my father, and my mother.I only remembered him saying that if anyone found out, it would destroy everything. The throne. My father's crown. His life. They would call it treason, harbouring the daughter of rebel leaders. They would campaign