Todos os capítulos de Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Lola's POVHis lips touched mine. It was just a brush at first. Soft. Testing. But the moment his skin met mine, a heavy heat flooded my chest. I wanted him. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. The pull was too strong. My hands moved up to his chest, gripping his shirt. He groaned slightly, shifting closer, parting my lips with his.The taste of him sent my mind backwards. Suddenly, I wasn't in this house. I wasn't bruised and battered from an ambush. I was in the back in his car three years ago. I remembered his hands pulling me into his lap, his mouth hot and desperate against my neck. I remembered the heavy weight of his body pressing me into the leather seats. The way he made me feel like the only person in the world. The raw, unfiltered need between us. It was a memory etched into my bones. My body recognised him instantly. It hummed, begging me to let go. To pull him down onto the bed, to forget the years of pain, and just let him consume me. For a few seconds, I gave in. I kis

Morgan's POVThe next day, Lola arrived at the drilling site early. She was wearing practical clothes. Boots. Jacket. Hair tied back. Ready to work.I met her at the main tent."Good morning," I said."Morning," she said. She didn't quite meet my eyes.We spent the day walking the site. Checking equipment. Talking to crew members. Reviewing safety protocols. All normal work.But there were moments.Moments when I stood close to her to look at the same diagram, and she went very still. Moments when our hands both reached for the same tool, and she pulled back like she'd been burned. Moments when I caught her looking at me, and she turned away quickly.By the third day, something had shifted.We were in the equipment tent reviewing inventory when she actually laughed at something I said. A real laugh. Not polite... Real.I stopped what I was doing and looked at her."What?" she said."Nothing," I said. "I just haven't heard you laugh in a long time."Her smile faded slightly."We should

Third-Person PerspectiveCara hosted a clan gathering two weeks before Morgan's planned event. Invitations went to all local pack leaders. Regional cooperation. Business networking. No one could refuse without raising suspicion.Flint's pack received one. Morgan's too. Four other smaller territories.The gathering was at Cara's estate. Large rooms. High ceilings. Expensive food and wine. String lights on the terrace.Everyone dressed formally. Alphas in suits. Lunas in elegant dresses. All the expected faces performing all the expected roles.Lola arrived with Flint. Cream dress. Simple. Modest. Hair pulled back. Beautiful in a quiet way. Easy to overlook.Cara noticed immediately.Morgan arrived alone. Tim stayed near the edges of the room. Morgan wore black. Expression neutral. Controlled. He greeted people. Shook hands. Played cooperative Alpha.But Cara saw the way his eyes tracked the room until they found Lola. And once they found her, they didn't leave for long.Cara arranged s

Lola's POVCara arrived with Tim and two guards within minutes. They took the unconscious man away. I barely heard. Morgan gave short answers. His voice was steady despite the blood still seeping through the shawl I held against his arm.Then they left. Cara promised to handle everything. Said a doctor was on the way. Told us to stay put.The garden went quiet again.Morgan was still sitting on the bench. I was still kneeling beside him, still pressing the shawl against the wound. My hands hadn't stopped shaking."You can let go now," Morgan said. "The bleeding has slowed."I didn't let go.He looked down at my hands. Then at

Morgan's POVI stood in the corridor outside the main hall, letting the noise of the gathering wash over me. The tension from the last hour still hummed in my blood. The fight in the garden. The confrontation with Garrett. And that moment by the fountain with Lola.My arm throbbed where the doctor had stitched it. A dull ache that grounded me. But my mind was focused on the conversation I'd just finished with Flint.He was letting her go.I'm releasing her from the engagement. I hadn't expected it. I'd expected a fight. I'd expected Flint to cling to his pride until the bitter end. Instead, he'd walked in, looked me in the eye, and surrendered the one thing I wanted most.I respected him for that.A door opened at the end of the hall. Cara stepped out. She paused when she saw me, her sharp eyes taking in my stance. She walked toward me, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor."You look like a man who just won a war," Cara said quietly."Or a man who just started one," I