บททั้งหมดของ Bound to the Wrong Alpha: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Third Person POVThe morning after Morgan's departure, the royal banquet was held as planned. The large hall was filled with hundreds of people, but the air felt heavy and cold. Guests held their drinks tight and spoke in whispers. All eyes kept drifting to the entrance, wondering if Morgan would return.Lola sat at the royal table beside Flint. Her hands were folded in her lap. Her face was blank, but her chest felt tight. She had barely slept after crying in the garden. Her eyes were still red, though she had tried to hide them with powder. No one seemed to notice. They were too busy watching the door.When Morgan walked in with Cara, the room went silent. He wore the same dark suit he had worn the night before. His face was hard. He looked like he owned the very floor he walked on. Cara's red dress stood out like blood against snow.One of Flint's subordinates rushed forward. The man was nervous. His hands shook as he reached for the heavy chair at the head of the table. This was t

Lola's POVI inwardly admitted Morgan was more handsome and sexy than ever. Three years had changed him. His jaw was sharper now. His shoulders were broader. His arms were strong and muscular. He looked like a man who had been through fire and come out harder. He looked dangerous. He looked like someone who could break you without even trying.I felt my heart skip. I hated that I still felt this way. I hated that my body still reacted to him like this.Morgan noticed. Of course, he noticed. He always noticed everything."Enjoying the view?" he asked."So," he said. His voice was low. "You finally got what you wanted."His voice was low and mocking.I felt my face heat up. I looked away quickly. I focused on the documents in my hands. I had brought numbers and contracts. I had come here for business."I'm here to discuss the mineral agreement," I said. My voice came out steady. I was proud of that.I walked to the glass table in the centre of the room. I put the folder down and opened

Lola's POVThe Old King called another meeting two days after I visited Morgan's villa. The grand hall was large with high ceilings and stone pillars. The Old King sat at the head of the long table. Flint sat to his right. I sat beside Flint. The elders were arranged along both sides.Morgan arrived exactly on time. He walked into the hall as if he owned it. His face was cold and hard. He sat down across from the Old King and waited.The Old King cleared his throat."Alpha Morgan," he said. "We've reviewed your terms. We believe we can reach a compromise."Morgan stared at him with flat eyes."There is no compromise," Morgan said. "You either accept my terms, or we have nothing to discuss."The Old King's face went red. He wanted to avoid conflict. He needed those minerals."Very well," the Old King said slowly. "We accept your terms."Flint slammed his hand on the table."This is ridiculous," Flint said. "He's taking advantage of us."The Old King turned to look at Flint."Enough," h

Lola's POV"What do you need to tell me?" I asked.Cara stood in front of me with her arms crossed. The wind blew her hair around her face. She looked at me with eyes that were hard to read. They weren't angry. They weren't kind either. They were just watching me."You want to know something about Morgan?" Cara asked. She didn't wait for me to answer. "He's been through hell for the past three years. And it's your fault."I felt my chest tighten. I opened my mouth to speak, but she kept going."Do you know what he was like when I first met him?" Cara said. Her voice was sharp. "He was drunk. He was sitting in a bar at three in the afternoon. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. His eyes were red. His hands were shaking. He could barely hold a glass without spilling it."I felt tears burning in my eyes again. I tried to blink them away."He drank every single day," Cara said. "He worked himself until he couldn't stand. He did everything to keep his mind busy, anything to stop think

Lola's POVI watched the rogues approach the pack house. My heart was pounding. I didn't have time to think. I just acted.I transformed into my wolf form. The shift happened fast. My bones cracked and reshaped. Fur covered my skin. Within seconds, I was standing on four legs.I ran outside. I positioned myself between the rogues and the pack house. I bared my teeth and growled.The large rogue from last night laughed."You're brave," he said. "I'll give you that. But you're outnumbered."He was right. There were at least twelve of them. And only one of me.They attacked all at once.I fought as hard as I could. I used everything I had been taught. I dodged. I struck back. I moved fast. But there were too many of them.One rogue bit my shoulder. Another clawed my side. I yelped in pain but kept fighting. I couldn't let them reach the pack house. I couldn't let them hurt my family.But I was weakening. Blood dripped from my wounds. My legs shook. I couldn't resist much longer.Then I h