Todos os capítulos de Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Lola’s POVWe stopped in the quiet hallway outside the locker room. The sounds of footsteps and chatter from the pool faded behind us, leaving just the hum of the lights above. Morgan leaned against the wall opposite me, his eyes fixed on me. He wasn’t smiling the way he usually did, but watching me with a steady, intent stare.I shifted uncomfortably, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t have to look at me like that,” I said quietly. “People will notice. You’ll ruin your reputation as an Alpha.”His lips curved slightly. “Really?” His tone wasn’t mocking, but calm, almost too calm.“Yes,” I pressed. “Everyone saw what you did back there. You defended me. You poured that bottle over those girls. They’ll run straight to Alpha Brandon, and when they do, you’ll be punished. You know that.”Morgan pushed off the wall and took a step closer. His voice didn’t waver. “My reputation is nothing compared to yours.”The words stunned me. I stared at him, trying to understand. “You’re no

Lola’s POVSleep didn’t come easily last night. Every time I closed my eyes, Flint’s face appeared, the sharp way he looked at me, the moments his voice had softened, the memory of his hand holding mine in the hospital. And then, almost as quickly, Morgan would push into my thoughts, his teasing smirk, his easy words, the way he had stepped in front of me when others tried to hurt me.I tossed and turned, hugging the blanket tighter, but the two of them wouldn’t leave me alone. My mind jumped from one to the other, like I was caught in a storm I couldn’t shut out.When morning came, I felt worse than when I had gone to bed. My eyes were heavy, my body weak, and my mood sharp. I hadn’t really slept, just drifted in and out, my mind too full to rest.The alarm went off twice before I finally dragged myself out of bed. My head throbbed when I stood up. The light from the window made it worse.I got dressed slowly, pulling my uniform on without much thought. My reflection in the mirror l

Lola’s POVThe rest of the week passed faster than I wanted.By Thursday afternoon, Evelyn was already at my door, arms crossed and eyes shining like she had a secret.“You,” she said, stepping into my room before I could even greet her, “are coming with me.”I blinked. “Where?”“To get outfits,” she said, like it was obvious. “The wolf pack hunting competition is tomorrow night. Morgan’s competing, right? You can’t show up looking like you just rolled out of bed.”I sighed and set my notebook aside. “Evelyn, it’s not that serious. It’s just a competition.”She gave me a look. “A competition where your boyfriend will be surrounded by every girl in the school? Yeah, it’s serious.”I folded my arms. “He’s not my real boyfriend, you know that.”Evelyn only smiled. “Maybe not yet.”I stared at her, but she just laughed, tugging my hand until I gave in. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m not buying anything too fancy.”“Of course not,” she said, already leading me out. “Just something that’ll make h

Lola’s POVFlint’s voice was sharp when he spoke, the kind that cut through music and chatter all at once.“What are you doing here, Lola?”He stood only a few feet away, but the anger in his tone made it feel closer. His eyes were hard, filled with disbelief and frustration.“Do you have any idea how this looks? You were supposed to go home, not spend the night in a club.”I met his gaze, trying not to shrink under it. “I’m not a child, Flint. I can make my own choices.”He frowned, his voice rising slightly. “You think this is about control? You shouldn’t be here. You’re breaking rules. You’re risking your reputation.”I clenched my hands. “I came here to relax, not to commit a crime.”He looked past me toward the crowd, his jaw tightening. “You came with him, didn’t you?”“Morgan?” I asked, already knowing the answer.Flint’s eyes darkened. “He’s not a good influence on you, Lola. He’ll drag you into his reckless habits. You should know better.”Before I could respond, Morgan’s voi

Third POVAmy stood in front of Flint, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The night air was tense, heavy with the faint noise of the club still pulsing behind them. Her perfume mixed with the sour scent of smoke from the nearby alley, but all Flint could focus on was the look in her eyes of fear, guilt, and defiance all tangled together.“I didn’t poison her,” Amy said quickly. Her voice shook, but she tried to sound firm. “Flint, you have to believe me. I’d never hurt Lola.”Flint didn’t even blink. “Stop lying.” His tone was low, steady, but it carried something dangerous under it. “The lab results came back. The same toxin found in Lola’s blood was in your locker.”Amy’s face was drained of color. “That’s not… that’s not possible! Someone’s framing me…”Flint cut her off. “You’re lying again.” His eyes didn’t soften. “You always lie when you’re cornered.”Amy’s voice cracked. “Why are you doing this? Why are you defending her?” She took a shaky step forward, her voice rising