บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA’S DEBT: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The call simply wouldn't connect. No matter how many times I let it ring until the line cut out, there was only silence. I kept redialing, my fingers trembling against the screen, but Andrew remained unreachable. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely occupied with pack business or if he was intentionally freezing me out to teach me a lesson for leaving the gala."Andrew the Great isn't picking up? Typical Alpha ego," Carllo spat, pacing the hospital corridor."Did you piss him off or what? Spit it out!" Paige was so frantic she started shoving me, her frantic energy vibrating through the small space.I stumbled back from the force; my bag hit the floor, and out slid a crisp, white envelope containing the divorce agreement. It was a fresh copy I’d prepared, signed in ink that was barely dry, ready to be shoved into Andrew’s hand the moment I saw him.Paige snatched it up, her eyes widening as she scanned the bold headers."What did you do to get yourself exiled? The sky is falling! Lanka

Andrew hauled me into the back of the SUV, sliding in right after me.Daniel Cho fired up the engine and, with the silent efficiency of a trained sentinel, hit the console button to raise the soundproof partition. The small, enclosed space was immediately thick with the scent of the Alpha—woodsmoke, rain, and that underlying hint of iron.The lingering tingle on my tongue was a vivid, pulsing reminder of what had just happened on that stage. My cheeks were on fire. I pressed my face against the cool glass of the window, trying to hide my humiliation in the reflection.Andrew glanced at me, his expression softening into something almost helpless. He leaned back, looking entirely too relaxed for a man who had just started a small-scale riot. He gave my huddled form a sideways look."What's the matter? You think I'm carrying some kind of plague?"I scowled, shooting him a jagged glare. "You're the one who's toxic!"The nerve of him—acting like I was the one with the problem right after he

I knew exactly what that velvet box contained without even popping the latch. Andrew was a master of the "Push-Pull" dynamic—break your spirit one hour, offer a hollow peace offering the next. He treated me like a feral wolf he was trying to domesticate.I flashed a sharp, bitter smile. Then, with a sudden burst of adrenaline, I snatched the brocade box and hurled it straight at his chest."Ouch!"I hadn't intended for my aim to be that good. The box caught him right on the bicep—the exact spot where his wound was still raw. Andrew’s silver eyes flared, his brow furrowing in a sharp wince.My heart did a traitorous little jump of concern, but I forced myself to stay grounded. "Don't you dare play the victim," I snapped, my voice trembling slightly. "It was a velvet box, Andrew. Anyone watching would think I’d just hit you with a silver-plated brick!"I turned back to the table and served myself a bowl of grain porridge. My skin was crawling with frustration, but I had to eat. The litt

I was trapped in the back of the armored sedan, and I could feel the heat radiating from Andrew’s body like a physical weight. His eyes were locked on me, his knuckles white as he crushed the phone in his grip. He looked like the picture of Alpha composure, but the way his jaw was locked told me he was a second away from a feral shift.“Who fed you the lie that the pup is mine?” he growled into the receiver, his voice like grinding stones. “I have zero intention of severing my bond with Lanka, so back the hell off!”He cut Maren Cole off with a snarl and killed the connection. His predatory gaze never drifted from me; he took a step into my personal space, his scent turning sharp and acidic with possessive rage. Daniel Cho stood by the door, looking genuinely terrified that Andrew might actually shift right there in the Grand Meridian and tear the place apart to get to me.“Alpha, please,” Cho whispered, his voice trembling. “Control the aura.”Andrew ground his molars together, the s

I leaned against the headboard of the massive bed, my skin still damp and the split silicone of the mermaid tail heavy against my shins. Andrew stood over me, his silhouette cutting a jagged line against the luxury of the penthouse. His expression was a terrifying void of calm—the kind of stillness that precedes a mountain slide."You’re quite the strategist, Lanka," he said, his voice dropping into a low, icy hum. "Always calculating the next move for the 'good of the pack.' Since you’re so eager to play the martyr, if Lydiasa isn't a fan of Serena, perhaps you should use that silver tongue of yours to sway her. Tell the High Elder why she should welcome my mistress into the family fold."I felt the air leave my lungs. It was one thing for him to cold-shoulder me, but to ask his own mate to pave a golden path for the man who was replacing him? My fingers curled into the silk sheets, every instinct screaming at me to lunge at his throat. For the sake of the divorce, for the sake of th