All Chapters of The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Violet’s POVI stood in that empty fitting room and felt the world tilt. One second we were laughing about emerald dresses, and the next, she was just gone. I didn't waste time screaming for help from the store clerk who clearly wasn't paying attention. I ran straight for that service exit. My mind was racing. If someone had taken Alex, they hadn't gone through the front. They knew the layout. They’d been watching us.I pushed through the heavy metal door and burst into the alleyway. It was dim, smelling of damp trash and car exhaust. "Alex!" I yelled. "Alex, where are you?"Silence. Then, the sound of a van door slamming shut a block away. I sprinted toward the noise, my boots hitting the pavement hard. I saw a blacked-out transit van peeling away from the curb. I wasn't going to let them go. I looked around for a weapon, a rock, anything—but then I stopped. If I fought them off here, I might lose her. If I let them take me, I’d know exactly where she was. It was a stupid, dangero

Violet’s POVThe drive back to the estate felt like it lasted for years. Alex wouldn't stop humming some catchy pop song and tapping her fingers on the window, looking way too pleased with herself. Every time I glanced over, she had this little smirk on her face like she’d just cracked the Da Vinci Code. I just kept my eyes on the road, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. My mind was a complete mess. I kept hearing Isabella’s voice in my head, talking about roses and gentle conversations and a future that didn't include a girl pretending to be a guy.When we finally pulled up to the main house, the sun was starting to dip behind the trees, casting long, creepy shadows across the driveway. The pack house looked as imposing as ever, a giant reminder of exactly where I didn't belong. I put the car in park and killed the engine, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding."Home sweet home," Alex sighed, stretching her arms above her head. "Or home sweet prison, depending

Dante’s POVI stood in the center of my room, staring at the closed door. The echo of the click when Violet walked out was still ringing in my ears. Nothing will happen. Those words were looping in my brain like a death sentence. I’ve dealt with business rivals who wanted to see me dead, and I’ve dealt with my grandmother when she’s in a bloodthirsty mood, but nothing has ever made my chest feel quite this hollow.I walked over to the bed and threw myself onto it, not even bothering to take off my shoes. I’m a logical man. I like patterns. I like cause and effect. If I do A, then B should happen. But with Violet, the math wasn't adding up anymore. I’d spent my whole life being the person everyone expected me to be. I was the ice-cold heir to the Moretti empire. I didn't have feelings; I had objectives. But she had walked into my life and messed up all my calculations.The thought of never having those moments with her again—the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't watching,

DanteI walked into the drawing room, already pissed off.My grandmother was sitting in her usual high-backed chair, looking like a queen waiting to pass judgment. She didn't even wait for me to sit down before she started."You are acting like a child, Dante," she said, the second I walked in. "The merger is the only way. And you want to throw it away over what? A mood?"I stood there, hands shoved deep into my pockets. I didn't flinch. I wasn't going to argue with her on this matter."I'm not interested anymore, Grandmother," I said, my voice completely flat."Don't speak to me with that tone," she snapped, her eyes narrowing. "Isabella is a perfect match. She has their lineage as well as the upbringing to be your Luna. You will marry her."I rolled my eyes. "I don't want her.""You are being impossible," she muttered, turning her head away. "You are looking for excuses to sabotage your own future.""What future, Grandmother? I have none," I replied, already turning toward the door.

Violet’s POVI was still frozen on the floor, my heart trying to beat its way out of my ribs. The air in the dorm had turned to ice the second Dante opened the door, but he wasn't the only one standing there. Ron stepped into the room right behind him, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. For a second, I forgot that I was supposedly a guy; I just felt like prey caught in the crosshairs of two very dangerous predators.Ron didn't wait for an explanation. He stepped forward, completely ignoring Dante’s presence, and grabbed Alex by the arm. He hauled her up to her feet with a jerk that looked way too rough for a guard dealing with the boss’s sister. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Ron roared, his voice vibrating in the small room. He seemed to forget his position entirely, looming over Alex like he had the right to discipline her. "In a man's room? On the floor with a guard? Have you completely lost your mind, Alexandra?"Alex didn't look scared. If any