All Chapters of Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lola’s POVMorgan’s hand brushed mine as we walked further away from the noise of the party. He looked down at me with that familiar teasing grin, the one he wore too easily.“So,” he said casually, “are you satisfied with my answer just now, girlfriend?”I stopped mid-step, glaring at him. Heat rose in my cheeks, not from his words but from the smugness in his tone.“Stay away from me,” I snapped.He only laughed softly, tilting his head as if my anger amused him instead of pushing him back. “This feels familiar. Just like when we first met, you glaring at me, me refusing to leave you alone.”I exhaled sharply, rolling my eyes. “You treat everything like a joke.”His smile faded just slightly, though the playful tone stayed. “If you come with me,” he said, voice lower now, “I’ll leave here. Right now. Just us.”The words hit harder than I expected. My head turned sharply, away from him, toward the other side of the road where the lamps cast long shadows across the stones. I told mys

Lola’s POVFlint’s words still rang in my ears, sharp and cutting, even after we left the training room. He had said them so casually, but each one dug deep.“You had a crush on me.”As if it was some simple truth I should have admitted long ago.I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to breathe evenly. He was making excuses, I was sure of it. Testing me. Trying to see if I would stumble into confessing something I didn’t feel anymore.I lifted my chin. “You already have a girlfriend,” I said firmly, trying to keep my voice steady. “And I already have a boyfriend. That’s the truth.”His brow furrowed. “Boyfriend?”“Yes,” I said quickly. “Morgan.”The name tasted strange in my mouth, but I forced myself to keep my expression calm.He studied me for a long moment, his eyes narrowed like he was trying to see through me. “Then what about before? You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? That wasn’t nothing, Lola.”Heat rushed to my face, not from embarrassmen

Flint’s POVI ended the call and set the phone face down on the bedside table. My mother’s last words still rang in my head, soft and quick. She told me to rest, to let the doctors handle things. I told her I would. I lied.Lola slept with the blanket pulled high. Her face looked small and fragile under the hospital light. For a moment I could not move. I kept thinking of the call I had made earlier, the sound of an explosion on the other end. I had wanted to scream then, to break everything that had caused that sound. When I learned her car had exploded, my heart felt like it had stopped. I had never felt that way before. It was not only fear. It was a sharp, raw part of me that tightened and would not let go.I reached out without thinking and touched her hand. Her skin was warm despite the pale look on her face. The weight of it hit me hard. I had known her for years. I had seen her careless, stubborn, stubborn in ways that annoyed me. I had watched her stand small and brave. But

Lola’s POVThe tension between Flint and Morgan was about to snap. Their voices had grown tight, their faces set. I felt a fight coming and I did not want it.“Enough,” I said, louder than before. “Both of you mind your own business.”I turned and headed for the street without waiting for a reply. The pavement felt uneven under my shoes. I wanted air and space.Flint caught up quickly. His hand brushed my arm, then fell. “Come home with me, Lola.”I stopped and looked at him. Morgan’s warnings were still fresh in my ears. The memory of Mike bringing men to corner me was sharp. If Morgan had not arrived that night, I did not know what would have happened. And Flint’s rejection still lived in me like a bruise. Pulling me from the pool had not erased it.“You hurt me,” I said. My voice did not rise, but each word was clear. “Your coldness cut me. You know that. But I am grateful too. You took the medicine for me. For that, I forgive you.”Something moved in Flint’s eyes, like he had not

Lola’s POVThe tile floor felt cold under my bare feet. The towel wrapped around me felt too thin, especially under the stares of Amy and her friends. Their laughter echoed, sharp and cruel, bouncing off the walls of the pool changing room. My shredded clothes lay on the ground, cut into useless pieces.My chest rose and fell fast. I wanted to fight back, but the scissors Amy had dropped still glinted on the floor. I stayed still, holding the towel tighter around me, waiting for this to end.Then I heard his voice.“Let her go.”Flint’s voice cut through the noise like a blade. Everyone froze. His footsteps came quick and heavy until he stood at the doorway. His eyes swept over the room once, taking in the scissors, the ripped clothes, the smirks on Amy’s friends. When his gaze landed on me, I saw anger and something protective.He moved toward me without hesitation, ignoring the way the girls gasped at his presence. His body blocked me from their view as he reached down, his hand