All Chapters of Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lola’s POVMorgan’s hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me fast through the hallway. His steps were steady, confident, like he owned the floor. I twisted, trying to free myself, but his grip only tightened, digging into my skin.He didn’t slow until we reached the corner near the public lounge, where the hallway turned quieter. The chatter of students still drifted around us, but fewer people stopped here. He finally halted and turned to face me.That smug smile spread across his face. “Nice to meet you, baby.”My stomach twisted. Heat shot into my cheeks. I glared at him. “Don’t call me that.” My voice came out sharper than I intended.His grin only grew, like my protest amused him.I pulled my arm free and stepped back, trying to put space between us. “What happened on my birthday was one thing. You stepping in, saving me from being humiliated, that’s fine. But this?” My voice shook, but I pushed on. “Becoming your girlfriend was never part of my plan. How am I supposed to expla

Lola’s POVStill fuming, I followed him inside. The air smelled of sugar and roasted nuts, soft music humming from a small speaker in the corner. The lights were warm, gentle, so different from the harsh fluorescent glow of the mall. Morgan walked as if he owned the place, heading straight for a table by the window. He slid into the seat, his expression calm, as though dragging me here against my will was the most natural thing in the world.I sat stiffly across from him, arms crossed. “What are you doing, Morgan?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, the edge cutting through the quiet hum of the café.He leaned back casually, smirking as if my anger amused him. Just then, the waiter arrived with two bowls of ice cream, setting them down in front of us. Morgan picked up his spoon, spinning it lazily between his fingers.“When I’m in a bad mood, I eat sweets,” he said. “Helps every time.”I frowned at the bowl, the cold fog clinging to the glass. “You dragged me here just to ea

Lola’s POVSaturday came faster than I expected. Evelyn showed up at my place right after breakfast, her excitement written all over her face.“Come on,” she said, tugging at my arm. “We have a lot to do.”I let her pull me along, even though my chest still felt heavy from everything that had happened in the past week.We went shopping first. Evelyn tried on half the dresses in the store, spinning in front of the mirror each time. I stayed quiet, slipping into one dress after another without much thought. Then Evelyn pulled out a simple but elegant dress and shoved it into my arms.“Try this one,” she said firmly.When I looked at myself in the mirror, I froze. My reflection didn’t feel like mine. The plain girl I was used to seeing was gone. My hair framed my face differently after the stylist’s work, the makeup was light but enough to highlight my features, and the dress made me look… different.“See?” Evelyn said, standing behind me with a grin. “You were never plain. You just di

Lola’s POVThe pool lights cast a pale glow across the water. Music thumped softly from the house. Laughter rose and fell in little bursts. Amy’s stare was steady on me. Flint sat beside her, silent and tense. Morgan tipped his head toward the chairs and stretched out like he owned the night.“If he wants a show,” I muttered, “then fine.”I moved to his chair. Morgan watched me with bright eyes and mouth already curving. I swung a leg over and straddled him. I felt the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of my dress. A low sound buzzed through the crowd as people noticed.He handed me the bottle of sunscreen without a word. I clicked it open. I squeezed a line across his chest and spread it with my palms. His skin was warm. He didn’t flinch. He only watched me like I was the only thing here.“Slower,” he said under his breath, almost teasing.I ignored that. I worked the lotion over his collarbones, then down across his sternum. Around us, voices lowered. I kept my movements st

Lola’s POVHe dragged me swiftly toward the tiles, his strokes sharp and practiced. Water splashed around us. Another body cut through the pool nearby Flint, his movements powerful, but he was a beat too late.Morgan’s grip didn’t falter. He pushed me up against the edge, boosting me high enough for hands from the crowd to grab me. The rough stone scraped my palms as I clutched onto it, hauling myself out with the help of strangers.I collapsed onto the tiles, coughing hard, water streaming down my dress and hair. My lungs burned, each breath ragged.Morgan climbed out right behind me, water dripping down his frame. He crouched close, his hand firm on my back as my body shuddered with each breath.Flint surfaced seconds later, his face tight, his chest heaving. He pulled himself up onto the side, dripping, his fists clenched as his eyes locked on Morgan.But Morgan didn’t look at him.He leaned close, brushing wet strands of hair from my face. His voice was low, meant only for me.“Y