All Chapters of Bound to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lola's POVAfter leaving the chaotic scene in the locker room, the air in the hallway felt thin. My head felt light. The back of my neck was cold where my hair used to be.Morgan walked beside me. He didn't say anything, but his presence was heavy."I'm like a superhero," I said. My voice sounded weak in the quiet hall. "Except I'm not the kind that wins. I'm the loser superhero. The one who gets beaten up so the real hero can show up and look good."I was saying bad things about myself, so it wouldn't hurt as much when other people told them."You're not a loser," Morgan said. He didn't look at me."I am," I insisted. I looked at his profile. He was tall and strong. His face was the kind that belonged on a billboard. "And you? You're the alpha male, the one who leads everyone else. Every single girl in this school is really into you. They look at you and their hearts beat too fast. And here you are, stuck with the girl whose hair looks like it was cut with lawnmowers."The feeling of

Lola's POV"Good," Morgan said softly. And then he kissed me again.His mouth moved against mine, slower this time. Deeper. Not rough like the first kiss. This was different. This felt like he was trying to tell me something.His hand was still tangled in my hair, holding me steady. The other hand on my waist pulled me even closer until there was no space left between us.I could feel the heat coming off his body. Could smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. Could taste him on my lips.My hands were still gripping his jacket. My fingers had gone numb from holding on so tight. But I didn't let go.Morgan's thumb traced small circles on my hip. The touch sent shivers up my spine. My skin felt too hot. Too sensitive.He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, and I made a small sound in the back of my throat. I couldn't help it.Morgan made a low noise in response. His hand on my waist tightened, fingers spreading wider, holding me more firmly.He pulle

Lola's POV"Let go of me," I demanded, trying to pull my hand free.Morgan didn't let go. He kept walking, dragging me along. I could feel everyone's eyes on us. Students were staring. Whispering. Pointing.My face burned with humiliation.Morgan led me away from the outdoor class, across the lawn, toward the main building. He pushed open the door to the changing room and pulled me inside."I still have classes," I protested. "I can't just leave."Morgan closed the door behind us. "You weren't paying attention anyway.""That's because you showed up," I shot back. "I can't concentrate when you're around."Morgan leaned against the wall, watching me. A small smile played on his lips. "Is that so?"I crossed my arms. "Don't look at me like that.""Like what?""Like you're planning something."His smile widened. "Maybe I am."I felt my stomach flip. This was dangerous. Being alone with him. In a closed room. After everything that happened last night."I want to go home," I said quietly.M

Lola's POVFlint took me to a nice restaurant downtown, the kind with white tablecloths and candles on every table.He pulled out my chair for me before sitting down himself. "Order whatever you want," he said with a smile.I looked at the menu but couldn't focus on the words. My stomach was twisted in knots."The pasta here is delicious," Flint suggested. "Or if you want steak, they make it perfectly.""Pasta sounds fine," I said quietly.Flint ordered for both of us. He was being so attentive. So careful. Making sure I was comfortable.It made me feel worse.When the waiter left, Flint reached across the table and took my hand. "I'm happy we're doing this. I feel like we haven't had much time alone lately.""Yeah," I managed to say."Are you sure you're okay? You've been quiet all evening."This was it. This was my chance to tell him. To say the words I'd been practising in my head all day.I opened my mouth. "Flint, I need to tell you something…"But before I could finish, a girl a

Lola's POV"You're mine, Lola," Flint said again. His wolf's voice mixed with his human one. "You'll always be mine. I don't accept this. I refuse.""You don't get to refuse," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not your choice.""It is my choice." His claws dug deeper into my arm. "You belong to me. I won't let you go.""Flint, let me go. You're hurting me."He looked down at his hand. His claws pressed against my skin. For a moment, something human flickered in his black eyes.His grip loosened slightly.I yanked my arm free and stumbled backwards. "Stay away from me.""Lola!""No. Don't come near me." I kept backing up. "Control your wolf. Get yourself together."Flint stood there, breathing hard. His body was still half-transformed, stuck between human and wolf."This isn't over," he said. His voice was still layered. Still wrong. "You're still mine."I didn't answer. I just turned and ran to my car.My hands were shaking so badly I could barely get the key in the lock.