Semua Bab Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Lola’s POVFlint’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse.The machines beside his bed beeped faster than before, the sound sharp and constant. I stood frozen at the foot of the bed, my hands clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. His legs were wrapped in thick white bandages, larger than they had been yesterday. That alone made my chest tighten.The doctor stood across from us, his face serious. “The poison is still spreading,” he said. “If we can’t stop it, we may have no choice but to amputate both legs.”My mother covered her mouth, her breath shaking. My father’s shoulders stiffened, his face going pale. Neither of them spoke right away. The room felt small, filled with fear.Flint lay still on the bed, unconscious. His face looked calmer than all of us standing there, as if he didn’t know how close he was to losing everything.“Isn’t there another way?” my mother asked, her voice strained.The doctor hesitated, then nodded slowly. “There is one possibility,” he sai

Lola’s POVI couldn’t focus in class. No matter how hard I tried to stare at the board or follow the professor’s words, my mind kept drifting away. The chalk scraped against the board, pages turned, even chairs creaked, but none of it reached me properly.All I could think about was Morgan. It had been like this for days.Every time I told myself to stop thinking about him, his face appeared even clearer in my mind. His eyes, his voice, the way he looked at me at the hospital before turning away.I gripped my pen harder, forcing myself to write, but the words blurred together. My wolf felt strange too. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t fear. It was a dull, heavy feeling, like something important was missing.Morgan’s wolf had been avoiding mine.Ever since the hospital, I could feel it clearly. The faint connection that once hovered between us felt distant now, like someone had closed a door without saying goodbye.That hurt more than I wanted to admit.When the bell finally rang, I felt no

Lola’s POVI didn’t notice Flint calling my name at first. My eyes were still fixed on the doorway Morgan had disappeared through. I stood there without moving, like my feet had sunk into the ground. My chest felt tight, almost painful, and my thoughts refused to go anywhere else. All I could see was the last look Morgan had given me before he turned away.His face had been calm on the surface. Cold, even. But his eyes had told a different story. They were sharp, wounded, and full of something I didn’t know how to name.Is he still angry?The question slid into my mind before I could stop it. It stayed there, heavy and loud, pushing everything else aside.“Lola.”Flint’s voice reached me again. This time it was closer and firmer.I blinked, like I was waking up from a daze, and finally turned my head to look at him. He was standing right in front of me, studying my face closely. His eyes were filled with concern and suspicion. His hand was still holding mine. I hadn’t even noticed w

Lola’s POVMorgan stopped me before I could take another step.“Why did you go back on your word?”His voice was low, tight with anger. I froze in place and slowly turned around to face him. His eyes were dark, sharp, and burning with something he was no longer trying to hide.“You promised me,” he continued. “You said you wouldn’t accept anyone else.”I swallowed. My heart was beating too fast“I wanted my life to calm down,” I said. “Everything was getting out of control.”“That’s your reason?” he snapped.“I didn’t want more chaos,” I replied, forcing myself to keep going. “I didn’t want trouble. If people found out how I really felt, everything would change. I could lose my friends. I could ruin what we have now.”His jaw tightened.“So you pushed me away instead,” he said. “Is that it?”I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought it was the safest choice.”Morgan let out a sharp breath. “Do you have any idea what you did to me?”He stepped closer.“I stayed away because yo

Amy’s POVThe anger did not fade with time. Weeks had passed since the punishment Morgan handed down after the locker room incident, but the feeling stayed alive beneath the surface. It didn’t scream every day. It waited. It sat quietly in their chests, growing heavier each time they saw Lola walk past without consequences.And today, it finally broke open. We were standing near the hallway lockers when one of them stopped abruptly. Her bag slid off her shoulder and hit the floor with a dull sound.“This is your fault.”The words were sharp. Loud enough that the others turned toward us. I did not answer immediately. I slowly turned my head and looked at her face. Her eyes were red with frustration. Her mouth was tight, pulled into a line that showed she had been holding this in for too long.“What are you talking about?” I asked calmly.“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she snapped. “That punishment. That humiliation. All of it.”Another girl stepped closer. “Morgan punishe