All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S DEBT: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was pushing my limits in the studio, the scent of cedarwood and sweat hanging heavy in the air as I perfected a sequence of sharp, predatory movements. My phone, resting on a nearby bench, began to vibrate incessantly. I ignored it, focused on the extension of my stride, but the buzzing was relentless—like a persistent scavenger that wouldn't leave a kill.I paused, wiped the perspiration from my brow with a towel, and checked the screen. It was Maren Cole. Since I had already signed the exit papers with Andrew, Maren was no longer my concern; the title of "son-in-law" was a skin I was desperate to shed.I tossed the device aside, but the calls kept coming, rhythmic and demanding. With a low growl, I finally answered."Lanka, get your pathetic self over to the Hawthorne Manor this instant and deal with your mother!"Maren’s voice was like a whip-crack of pure irritation. Before I could demand a single detail, the line went dead.The Hawthorne Manor wasn't the ancestral Wolfe Crest;

It was just a matter of tending to my wounds after peeling back my damp denim, yet the way he spoke made it feel as though something far more carnal had transpired between us in the backseat of that car. My face burned a scorched red, and I reached out, trying to shove his chest away to regain some semblance of dignity.But Andrew was faster. He caught my hand in his large palm and pressed a lingering, velvet kiss to my knuckles, his eyes dark with a challenge. He chuckled, a low vibration that seemed to rumble through the very floor of the vehicle. "Do you like it when I touch you like this, Lanka?"I felt a sharp, electric tingle spark at my fingertips and radiate upward, as if a bolt of lightning had just grounded itself in my marrow. My body betrayed me; unconsciously, I leaned my weight into his solid frame, too breathless and humiliated to find my voice.Was this what they called flirting?In the two years we had shared a bed, our intimacy had always been a silent, heavy affair.

"I just finished speaking with Julian Park," Daniel Cho said, his voice cutting through the heavy air of the club. "Lanka has been rushed to Silverline Medical Center with a dangerously high fever."The words hadn't even fully left Daniel’s mouth before Andrew was a blur of motion. He didn't offer a word of explanation to his companions or to Serena; he simply vanished toward the exit. Daniel scrambled to keep pace, while Serena stood frozen for a heartbeat before hiking up her skirts to give chase. She reached the lobby just in time to see the elevator doors hiss shut.She slammed her palm against the call button, her face twisting with resentment. However, her phone buzzed in her hand—a notification from the server she had bribed. He had sent the photo he took of Andrew looking brooding and solitary. Serena’s expression shifted, a cold, calculated smile touching her lips as she immediately forwarded the image to Lanka’s number.Julian Park had to practically interrogate Carllo to fi

My pulse thundered against my ribs, the rhythm more frantic than any hollow endearment could have sparked. For a fleeting second, the heat of Andrew’s gaze made me want to believe him, but that warmth was instantly drowned by a tidal wave of ice.If this had happened six months ago—even two months ago—I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. But the bridge hadn't just been burned; it had been ground into ash. My heart still stuttered at his touch, but I no longer had the desire to turn back, nor did I possess the courage to risk the wreckage again.I looked at the Alpha I had loved since I was a pup, my bloodless lips curving into a ghost of a smile. "You’re wrong, Andrew. The feelings are dead. There's nothing left."A visible chill rippled through Andrew at my words. His hand tightened on my chin, his claws nearly pricking my skin. "Did you ever truly love me, Lanka? Or was it all just a play for the Wolfe name?"A jagged pang of agony sliced through me. How could he even

I stood beside Master Dories as the elevator chimes echoed through the penthouse hallway, but the breath stalled in my lungs the moment the doors slid open. There, standing directly in our path, was Serena Wolfe and Andrew.I could see the flash of pure, venomous envy in Serena’s eyes as she took in the sight of me appearing so comfortable in the company of a world-renowned legend. To her, I was a ghost that refused to be exorcised, a lingering shadow that kept haunting her golden path.My gaze flickered over them for a fraction of a second—long enough to feel the cold bite of Andrew’s presence—before I pointedly looked away, treating the air around them as if it were empty. Andrew, for his part, didn't even acknowledge my existence. His face was a mask of granite, his eyes fixed on some distant point as if I were a total stranger he’d passed on a busy street."Andrew, why is he here?" Serena whispered, her voice tight with a forced confusion as she leaned toward him.Andrew kept one