Todos los capítulos de My Alpha, My Husband : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Raphael,” I said, and for a second, I was just lost for words. My voice sounded thin, even to my own ears, like a ghost of the man who had walked into this pack only days ago. I never knew my phone wasn't off. The realization made my blood run cold. I had been sitting here, pouring my darkest fears into the empty air, not knowing that my closest friend was listening to every word of my spiral. Just look at me wandering like a lost wolf just because I came to take back my inheritance. I was supposed to be the predator here, the one reclaiming a throne, but instead, I was falling apart over a woman who carried the scent of my enemies.“Alpha Lucian, you called me back but went calm and I heard that word from you,” Raphael said. His voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it, the kind of tone he used when he was analyzing a battlefield. Raphael went still on the other end, the silence stretching out between us like a physical weight, but then he continued, “Man, what went wrong

“Sophia, what are you doing here?” I asked while closing the door to avoid people seeing.My voice was a low growl that vibrated in my chest, a warning that she was playing with fire. I leaned back against the heavy wood of the door, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the silent room. It’s only the pack that knew of our marriage. No human has known that I have married, no journalist has carried it out, and I can't let the human world know of this. In the city, I am Lucian Grey, the untouchable bachelor, the man of steel and silicon. If the press got wind that I had tied myself to Harvey, the news would be all over the internet.Sophia didn't even panic as she kept a straight face watching me close the door with my face cringed and irritated. She was sitting in my leather chair, leaning back as if she owned the building. The sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows caught the gold in her hair, making her look like a goddess carved from light and spite. She looked entire

Raphael shrugged his shoulders. He looked at me with a mix of pity and frustration, the kind of look you give a man who is walking straight into a fire while claiming he is cold.“You better know what you're doing, Lucian,” he said. His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of our shared history. He knew that when I set my mind on something, I was like a tidal wave. I didn't stop until everything in my path was leveled.I seethed my teeth gently, the sound of grinding bone echoing in my skull. I dropped the expensive fountain pen I was holding, the heavy metal clicking against the mahogany desk like a final gavel. I couldn't focus on ink and paper when my blood was singing a song of war.“You don’t know, Raphael,” I began, my voice dropping into a dark, dangerous register. “As innocent as the world may think Sophia is, she is highly manipulative, just like her mother, Hannah. I believe they conspired to push her to me. They knew the elders were sentimental. They knew the pack was

“Mother, can you please take that to the pack and not here,” I said calmly while keeping a straight face.The air in the coffee shop was warm and smelled like expensive beans, but my mother’s presence made it feel freezing. She was the last person I ever wished to see right now, not after the jagged, hateful words I had just heard in Lucian’s office. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to hide in the silence. But my mother, Hannah, was a woman who didn't understand the meaning of the word no. She would never be discarded like that.She gently sat on the plush chair facing me, her movements graceful but predatory. She looked around the luxury shop with a sense of entitlement, as if she had built the walls herself.“I don't really know the blood that runs in you, Sophia, because your father's blood is filled with energy!” she said. Her voice was tight with anger, but she never raised it. She was a master of public image, and she wasn't about to attract attention from the high profile humans

I took a deep breath, trying to flush out all my mother's words inside my brain before answering that question from Elana. Her voice was like a persistent itch, a toxin that lingered in the air long after she had marched out of the coffee shop. She made everything sound so calculated, so cold, as if the bond I felt was just another business transaction to be managed. I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of the Harvey name pressing down on me.“It was about Lucian, Elana,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I sipped the coffee with a cold face, but the liquid felt like lead in my stomach. As the bitterness hit my tongue, Lucian’s words came flooding out again, echoing in the quiet corners of my mind. I will toss you to the street. The memory of his face, twisted in that mask of hatred and suppressed desire, made my hand tremble against the ceramic cup.“Oh, so you finally saw Lucian take back his crown?” Elana asked.She pouted her mouth like a baby, her brow furrow