All Chapters of Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lola’s POVBefore I could say a word, Morgan crossed the room in two strides. His fist connected with Flint’s jaw so hard that the sound cracked through the air.Flint stumbled back from Morgan’s punch, blood running from the corner of his mouth.For a moment, the room was silent except for the echo of that single hit. Then Flint straightened, his expression tightening, and the air changed.“Morgan,” I said quickly, stepping between them. “Stop…”But Morgan didn’t stop. His fists were clenched, his eyes full of fury. “You don’t get to touch her,” he said through his teeth. “You don’t have the right.”Flint’s jaw twitched. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice cold. “The right?” He took a step closer. “You think you’re the one who does?”“Better me than you,” Morgan shot back. “You threw her away, and now you’re trying to take her back like nothing happened.”Flint’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t love her,” he said. “You’re just enjoying playing the hero. You don’t fool m

Lola’s POVThe moment I arrived at the Packhouse, I headed straight for the locker room and changed into my training gear.I didn’t even wait for Flint.When I walked back into the training room, he was already there, his hair still damp from an earlier shower. He leaned casually against the railing, watching me with that half-smile that always made me want to roll my eyes.“You could’ve at least taken a break first,” he said.I scoffed. “After training for six hours, the alpha wolf of the pack actually wants to rest?”Flint laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Someone’s cranky today.”“Stop implying I’m weak,” I snapped, crossing my arms.He raised his hands in mock surrender. “That’s not what I meant.”“Sure,” I said flatly. “Excuses. Let’s just get started.”He sighed, still smiling faintly, and pushed off the railing. “Fine. But don’t blame me if you collapse halfway through.”“Worry about yourself,” I muttered, walking past him.When I turned back, my eyes immediately darted away

Lola’s POVBy the time I reached home, the sky had already started to pale with the first hint of dawn. I shifted back quietly near the garden, my bones cracking softly before my body returned to human form. My legs felt weak, my clothes clinging awkwardly against my skin, but I made it to my room without anyone noticing.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my heartbeat still uneven. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the night air through the window.But my thoughts weren’t quiet.Morgan’s words still echoed in my head, “You remind me of someone I knew… people always try to run from me, but they always come back.”I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing over the blanket absently. I thought about the way his voice had softened, the faint shadow behind his smile. He wasn’t supposed to be like that.When I first met him in the dorm hallway, he’d been arrogant, confident to the point of irritation. Everything about him had screamed trouble, th

Lola’s POVThe palace had been buzzing since morning. Every corridor echoed with servants’ footsteps, and every hall smelled faintly of polished silver and perfume. The entire pack was preparing for the Alpha Auction, the grand event where all tribes contributed to the war chest for the werewolf–vampire conflict.By dusk, the palace gates glittered with torches, and long lines of cars arrived from every territory. Inside my room, I stood before the mirror, fastening the white pearl necklace around my neck. The gown I wore was simple but elegant, white satin that caught the light like moonwater.My mother’s voice came from the doorway. “You look beautiful, dear.”I turned and smiled faintly. “Thank you, Mother.”Flint appeared behind her, already in his black formal suit. His tie was half undone, as usual. “Ready?”“As I’ll ever be,” I said.We joined my parents downstairs. The ride to the auction hall was quiet except for the steady hum of the car and the occasional flash of light f

Lola’s POVFor a moment, the room was silent.Only the muffled music from the auction hall filtered through the walls.Morgan stood across from me. His voice came low, calm, but with a sharpness underneath.“What did you hear?”The question hit like a jolt.I froze.He turned fully now, eyes cold, searching my face. “Tell me. What exactly did you hear, Lola?”The tone wasn’t loud, but it carried weight, the kind that made my chest tighten.“I…” My throat felt dry. “I didn’t mean to listen.”His stare didn’t soften. “You shouldn’t have been here.”“I just…” I stopped, my words breaking. “I was looking for you.”His expression stayed blank for a few seconds. Then, quietly but firmly, he repeated, “What did you hear?”“Nothing important,” I said quickly. “Just… part of what she said.”Morgan stepped closer, the distance between us closing too fast. “What part?”His voice was low, but it made my heart pound.“I…I just heard her say someone has feelings for you,” I admitted, my voice small