Todos los capítulos de Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lola’s POVFor a second, I couldn’t find words. His expression didn’t change. “I… what?”“You heard me,” he said. “I’m tired of pretending. You and me, let's stop acting.”Before I could respond, he added, “And stay away from Flint.”That snapped me out of it. “Excuse me?”“I don’t like him,” he said, his voice even.“That’s not a reason,” I snapped back. “Why?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved behind me, so close I could feel the warmth of him at my back.His fingers brushed my hair aside, and my breath caught. “Because I’m afraid,” he murmured.“Afraid?”“That you’ll run away once you know how I feel.”Before I could say another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to my neck.The touch sent a shock through me. Every muscle in my body locked.“Morgan…” I breathed, but it came out as barely a whisper.His arm slid around my waist, drawing me back against him. My heartbeat drowned out everything else. His scent was warm and sharp, like cedar and smoke.He b

Lola’s POVI tried to forget Morgan.I told myself again and again that it was over, that I could push him out of my mind if I just focused hard enough. But the harder I tried, the more he filled my thoughts.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face.Every time I heard his voice echo in my head “Would you give me your heart?” I felt my chest tighten.I hated how easily those words could undo me.At school, I found myself zoning out during classes. My pen would stop mid-sentence, my thoughts drifting back to that night in his room, the warmth of his hands, the way he had looked at me, so serious, so close.“Lola,” the professor called one afternoon, jolting me back. “Are you even listening?”“Yes, sorry,” I muttered, but the class was already laughing.Afterward, Evelyn nudged me as we walked down the corridor. “You’ve been somewhere else all week,” she said. “Are you okay?”I forced a smile. “Just tired.”She raised an eyebrow. “You sure it’s not because of a certain someone?”I

Lola’s POVBy the time Joe and the warriors reached the highway, the fight was already over.I was kneeling on the ground, cradling Flint in my arms. His blood had soaked into my clothes, warm against my skin, but all I could feel was the cold.“Flint…” My voice cracked. “Please, stay with me.”His breathing was shallow, his eyelids fluttering weakly. When I brushed the hair from his forehead, my hands trembled so badly I could barely see.Joe was the first to reach us. He froze for a moment at the sight — the Alpha covered in blood, my hands shaking as I tried to stop the bleeding. Then his voice snapped through the air.“Get the stretcher! Hurry!”Warriors rushed forward. Some ran toward the forest, following the rogues’ scent trail. Others surrounded us, forming a circle of protection.Flint’s body was heavy, but when they lifted him onto the stretcher, I refused to let go.“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Be careful with him.”Joe’s hand landed on my shoulder. “Lola, we’

Morgan’s POVThe neon sign flickered above the door, spilling crimson light onto the wet pavement. Music pulsed from inside, a deep, predatory rhythm that vibrated through the walls.Tim pushed the door open first, the heavy bass washing over them. The air was thick with the smell of whiskey, perfume, and wolves. This wasn’t an ordinary club, it was one of the exclusive dens where high-ranking Alphas came to drown their dominance in liquor and women.Inside, gold chandeliers shimmered over black leather couches. Laughter and howls mixed with the low throb of music. The atmosphere reeked of arrogance and desire.Morgan walked in, wearing a black leather jacket, the collar high, his steps slow and deliberate. Heads turned as he passed. A few women glanced his way, drawn by that familiar mix of danger and charm that only Alphas carried.Tim leaned close. “This place stinks of pride.”Morgan ignored him, scanning the crowd. His wolf stirred beneath the surface, restless. He moved toward

Lola’s POVI woke up with a heavy head, the room still dim from the early morning light. My mind was foggy until I reached for my phone on the nightstand.There were several missed calls.Mother.Father.Even from Evelyn.I stared at the screen in confusion before everything from the night before rushed back into my memory. I had forgotten that I put my phone on silent mode for the midterm exam yesterday. I must not have heard anything while I slept.My hands shook a little as I stood up and called my mother back.She picked up on the first ring.“Lola? Where are you?”“I’m home,” I said quickly. “I fell asleep. How… how is Flint?”There was a pause. It lasted only a second, then she spoke softly, “He woke up.”My knees felt weak, and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed.“He’s awake?” I repeated, “Yes. The doctor said he is out of danger for now.”I let out a long breath. Relief washed over me so quickly that I felt lightheaded. But my mother’s tone wasn’t calm. Something felt w