บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA’S DEBT: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"So, you regret it?" I bit back, the words tasting like copper. "You regret letting me walk out of those gates and now you just want to keep me as your toy? Fine. If you aren't done breaking me, then finish it. Just drop me at the airfield once you've had your fill!"I stopped fighting him then. I knew I couldn't win a physical struggle against an Alpha like Andrew Wolfe. My spine hit the leather seat, and a treacherous warmth began to bloom deep in my gut. I hated how my body betrayed me; maybe it was the pregnancy making me hyper-aware, but I wasn't as repulsed as I should have been.I was past the first trimester. The healers at Silverline said I was stable. If giving him what he wanted was the price of a ticket to Havenport, I’d pay it.But my words only stoked the fire in Andrew's eyes. His massive hand slid from my chin to my throat, his thumb grazing the pulse point that was fluttering like a trapped bird."Done with you? Ha. With a body this responsive, this enticing... how co

"What if I just have to leave?" I snapped, trying to force my way through the main entrance.Two massive guards immediately shifted, their shoulders overlapping to form a wall of muscle. Instead of snarling back, they looked at me with desperate, pleading eyes."Lanka, please," one muttered. "I’m a single father. My pup’s other parent is a gambler and a drunk—totally unreliable. Jobs in this pack are hard to find. If you walk out, Andrew will have my head. Have a heart.""Sir, you're known for being fair," the other added, his voice cracking. "My mother is half-paralyzed back at the village. I can't afford to be cast out."I stood there, the wind knocked out of my sails.I knew that pain. I’d survived a father who traded his dignity for a bottle and a brother who was little more than a ghost in a hospital bed. I didn't know if they were playing me, but the familiar scent of desperation coming off them made it impossible to push.I turned on my heel and marched back up the stairs, feel

I felt like my lungs were finally filling with air. I couldn’t believe that after all the quiet pleading I’d done, I was still a wreck, yet a few words from Daniel had managed to pull me back from the edge.I glared at Daniel. He was getting worse at reading the room, practically throwing his Alpha under the bus just to see if I’d snap.But then, everything changed.My eyes flew open, and I looked up, my fingers digging into the solid warmth of the man’s hand."Andrew?" I choked out.The tears didn't stop, but my vision cleared. The man standing over me was undeniably Andrew Wolfe. He was dressed in a thin hospital gown, his face drained of color and his lips pale, but he was there. He was solid. He was breathing.In a flash, the hollow ache in my chest was replaced by a violent surge of life. Fear, relief, and pure, unadulterated fury ripped through me all at once.I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder as I sobbed."Andrew! I hate you! Do you h

Daniel Cho stood there, his neck practically twitching with tension."Start talking. What was the plan?"Daniel looked like he was about to break down and cry, his voice cracking with a desperate honesty. "Alpha Wolfe, I swear I didn't mean for it to go this far. When I went to find Lanka, I just wanted him to feel something for you. I thought if he saw the stakes, he’d come back. I might have leaned into the tragedy a bit and showed him the footage of the attack. That’s all it was, I promise."My eyes went cold, the frost of a winter pack-land settling in my gaze. I knew Daniel must have pulled some stunt to leave Lanka that terrified.He was practically a ghost when I caught him outside the medical wing."Who gave you the green light for this? You think you're some master strategist now? You've got a death wish, not a brain!"Daniel turned a shade of white that matched the hospital tiles.I’d told him to let Lanka know about the silver-blade incident, nothing more. I never even told

Maren Cole’s face was a mask of cold fury as she stepped forward, reaching out to steady Lydiasa."Maren, I’m alright," Lydiasa whispered, though she made sure to look like she was leaning heavily on the older woman. "I just didn’t have a good grip on the bouquet.""I saw the whole thing, Lydiasa. And look at these flowers—completely destroyed. Does that look like a simple slip to you?" Maren stood like a shield in front of Lydiasa, her eyes boring into mine. "What was that pathetic display for? You will apologize to her, Lanka. Right now."I let out a short, sharp laugh. "Sorry, I’ve recently been diagnosed with 'Incapable of Apologizing' syndrome. There’s no cure, so don't hold your breath."Maren, already simmering with resentment at the mere sight of me back in Andrew’s life, felt her temper snap. She swung her hand in a wide arc, aiming a slap at my face. "Well, I think it’s time someone beat some sense into you!"I didn't blink. I caught her wrist mid-air, my grip tightening unt