Todos los capítulos de Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Lola's POVHis thumb was still on my lip, the rough pad pressing against soft skin. My heart pounded so hard he surely heard it."Tell me," Morgan whispered. Voice low. Rough. "Tell me why you ran."I couldn't answer. Words stuck in my throat. I just stared at him.His eyes were still dark. Burning. They moved from my eyes down to my mouth. His thumb pressed a little harder against my bottom lip."You're not going to answer, are you?" he said quietly.I shook my head slightly, a tiny movement.Morgan's jaw clenched. His hand moved from my lip to cup my chin. Fingers warm against my skin. Grip firm but not painful."You're infuriating," he said. But his voice wasn't angry anymore. It was something else. Softer."So are you," I whispered back.His eyes snapped to mine. Surprise flashed there. Then something almost like amusement."Am I?" His lips curved into the smallest hint of a smile. Not kind. Dangerous. Teasing."Yes," I said. Voice barely audible."How so?" He leaned in closer. Li

Lola's POVI stood in front of my mirror and stared at myself.The dress I had chosen was deep blue. Floor length. Simple cut. No extra details. The kind of dress that said nothing about how you were feeling inside. Which was exactly why I picked it.I put on my earrings. I checked my hair.There was a knock at my door."Ready?" Flint called from outside."Yes," I said.I opened the door. Flint was standing there in a dark blue suit. The exact same shade as my dress. Deep and rich and deliberate.I looked at his suit. Then at my dress. He had done this on purpose. He had known exactly which colour I would choose because he had told his staff which dress to lay out for me this morning. I hadn't even questioned it at the time."We match," Flint said. He looked pleased."I noticed," I said.He offered me his arm. I took it. I didn't have a choice.We walked out together. The car was already waiting.The club was in the centre of the city. Large. Lit up. Expensive-looking from the outside

Lola's POVIt was Evelyn.Of all the people who could have walked through that door, it was her. She stood in the doorway with her hand still on the handle, wearing a dark green dress with her hair pinned back. She looked composed and clean and completely the opposite of how I looked right now.I was sitting on the floor. My back against the wall. Eyes swollen. Face wet. Morgan's broken necklace pressed into my fist.Evelyn looked at me. Her eyes moved slowly across the whole picture. The tears. The necklace. The bin beside me. She took it all in without speaking.I hadn't expected this woman to be Evelyn. And now that it was, I didn't know what to do with myself.I looked away from her. I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes quickly. Trying to pull myself together. It didn't work.Evelyn didn't say anything sharp. She didn't fold her arms. She didn't give me the cold face she had given me at the coffee shop the last time we saw each other.She just reached into her small bag.

Morgan's POVI had been sitting at the bar for over an hour.The club was loud. The kind of loud that's supposed to make you forget things. Bass coming through the floor. Lights moving across the walls. People pressed together on the dance floor, doing exactly what you're supposed to do in a place like this. Not thinking. Just moving.I wasn't moving. I was sitting at a bar stool, holding a glass I kept refilling but never finished.Tim sat two stools down. He had given up trying to talk to me about forty minutes ago. He knew my moods well enough to know when conversation was pointless. He just stayed closed, drank his own drink,k and let me be.I turned the glass slowly in my hand.Three years. That was the number I kept coming back to. I had spent three years building something. My pack. My position. My reputation. I had worked until I couldn't stand. I had pushed myself into every room I wasn't wanted in, making myself impossible to ignore. I had gone from the son of a man who los

Morgan's POVThe training ground was busy the next morning. More than twenty soldiers are running drills. Equipment is being moved. The usual organised chaos that happened when a pack was trying to get itself into proper fighting shape.I stood near the edge watching them work. Tim was beside me with a clipboard. He was making notes on who needed extra conditioning and who was ready to move up.Lola was there too. She had come to observe the progress of the mineral operations crew. Some of them were now doubling as security training as the project expanded. She stood on the opposite side of the yard with her arms crossed. Watching quietly.One of my men, a younger soldier named Reid, finished his drill and walked over to where a few others were standing near the water station. Lola was a few feet away from them.I saw him look at her. Then he said something to the group. I couldn't hear it from where I stood. But I saw the way he gestured. The way the others laughed.Then I saw Lola's