All Chapters of Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Flint’s POVI regret it now. Letting Morgan get close to Lola was the biggest mistake I could have made. I thought I was being clever, thought I was testing him, thought that if she spent time with him, I would see her lose interest and finally forget me. Instead, it has backfired. She looks brighter than I have ever seen her, and every man here notices it.The party is crowded, the music loud, laughter spilling down every hallway, but all I see is her. Lola. Standing in the glow of the chandelier, her chin lifted, her eyes sharp and steady. The girls at this party don’t compare to her, not even Amy, who is supposed to be my choice, my future, the safe pick. Amy fits into the picture of what the Alpha’s mate should be, but right now she feels like a shadow beside Lola.I try not to look, but my eyes keep dragging back. Morgan is close to her, too close, and each time his hand brushes against her my body tenses. When he touched her calf by the pool, I stopped pretending. I didn’t

Lola’s POVEvelyn walked at my side as we entered the hospital. The white walls stretched high, the smell of disinfectant clinging to the air. Nurses passed by with hurried steps, their arms full of files and equipment. My chest tightened with every step I took.We finally stopped at the door of a private ward. Evelyn pushed it open, and there he was.Mike.He lay in the hospital bed, a thick cast strapped to his leg, bandages wrapped around his head. His face was pale, but his eyes, sharp and alert, found me immediately.I froze. His injuries looked severe, almost exaggerated. Doubt flared inside me. Flint had hit him last night, yes, but this? Flint’s fists alone couldn’t have broken a leg and left him bandaged head to toe.Mike’s lips curled. “So, you came.” His voice was rough but laced with triumph. “You should see what your precious Flint did to me.”Evelyn bristled beside me, her arms crossing tightly. “You expect us to believe this? There’s no way he beat you up this badly.”

Lola’s POVMy knees dug into the floor after the slap. The rough fibers scratched my skin through the fabric of my dress. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even lift my head. The boys stood around me in a half-circle, some grinning, some smirking, all watching. My vision blurred, the edges darkening as though the room itself was closing in on me.Mike leaned close, his voice sharp in my ear, each word cutting deep.“Even if Flint isn’t badly injured, I’ll still have him locked up in Jail. That’s where he belongs.”My chest tightened. The image of him sitting in a cell because of me, because of Mike’s lies, made my stomach heave. I clenched my fists against the floor to stop them from shaking.My body went rigid.Mike pulled back just enough for his voice to carry across the room. His smirk widened with his cruel tone.“On your knees,” he said louder. “Give me oral sex and do it now in front of all of them.”Laughter spread like a disease among the boys. One of them lifted his phone, the

Lola’s POVMorgan’s words echoed in my head. I felt stripped bare, ashamed for letting myself get so close to him, ashamed for almost letting my lips touch his.Before the shame swallowed me whole, I did the only thing I could think to do, I ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind, back through the streets until the familiar sight of the palace came into view.When I pushed open the doors, the house was alive with voices. My mother stood in the front hall, her expression bright, her hands moving as she gave directions to the servants. At the sight of me, she broke into a smile.“There you are,” she said warmly, stepping forward. “Tonight is Flint’s birthday, and everything must be perfect. The guests are already preparing to arrive.”Her tone was light, full of excitement, but it only pressed heavier on my shoulders. I wanted to tell her I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate, that my chest still carried the sting of Morgan’s warning. But I bit the words back.“I think I’ll stay in my

Flint’s POVThe morning light poured into my study as I stood by the long table, the scent of parchment and ink clinging to the air. My father sat across from me, his presence as commanding as always. He looked up from the papers in his hand, his brows arched, waiting for me to speak.“I want to propose something,” I said, forcing my voice steady.He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Go on.”“The wolves of this pack,” I began, “need training. Consistent, focused training.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “I want to run a program myself. We can call it ‘Wolves Need Training.’ The focus should be discipline, strength, and resilience. And I think Lola should take part in it.”My father’s eyes sharpened. “Lola?”“Yes,” I replied firmly. “She needs it. She’s been too unguarded lately, and she’s vulnerable because she hasn’t trained like the others. If she’s going to live under this roof and be a part of this family, she has to learn to defend herself. And I’ll be the o