All Chapters of Promised to the Wrong Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter Fifty-One: The Shadow of the Alpha

LouisaKaelen thought he could put me under house arrest. What a f**king joke. The young guard tasked with delivering that particular message couldn’t even look me in the eye. I patted him on the shoulder and continued walking. He made no attempt to stop me.I veered left off the main drive toward Harrison and Chloe’s place, because at this point it was practically a reflex.Chloe’s kitchen smelled of something baked and warm, and there was a pie cooling on the back of the stove as she ushered me in. This time she didn’t even bother offering coffee. “It’s so warm today — iced tea? Lemonade?” She opened the refrigerator and poked around. “I’ve got some soda left from the grandkids, but it’s probably gone flat.”“Lemonade sounds perfect,” I said, dropping into my usual chair.“So I heard there was some excitement over at the pack house yesterday.” She slid a mason jar of lemonade across the table. I took a long drink before answering. Harrison had been there, so she already knew the who

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Schoolmarm's Command

JulianI surveyed the new gym space with bleary eyes. I could really have used a coffee to clear my head — except that, for reasons I was determinedly not examining, the smell of my formerly beloved dark roast was enough to send me to the bathroom at speed. Chloe had tried to fortify me with a second cup of tea that morning, but it just wasn’t the same.Not that caffeine was going to fix what was actually wrong with me. My wolf was overwhelmed, lovesick, and largely unmanageable, and I was, all things considered, in deep s**t.The upgrade was starting to come together, at least. I had to give the kid credit — despite everything, Kaelen had a genuine flair for this sort of thing. The added square footage, the new lighting, the placement of the mirrors: it all worked. The space was bigger, brighter, more inviting than it

Chapter Fifty-Three: Reality and Earl Grey

LouisaMrs. Kilstner’s kitchen was small and immaculately clean, though cluttered in the way of a lifetime’s worth of collected things — shelves of ornamental teapots, fancy cups, random figurines, and an entire cupboard dedicated entirely to bells. Metal bells, porcelain bells, glass bells, bells the size of a thimble and one that was roughly the size of my head. It took some dedicated rummaging before I located a functional teapot and a box of Earl Grey. I was crouched in front of the gas stove — which appeared to have been manufactured sometime around the Second World War — trying to work out how to light the burner, when Julian came in scowling.He shouldered me gently aside and showed me how to lift the lid and light it manually, then relocated himself to the farthest point from me the cramped kitchen would allow. I considered being offended and de

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Beta's Lesson

LouisaI had set up a makeshift office on the first floor — an odd-shaped room that had probably served some unclear purpose in a previous life, but it had a window overlooking the forest and just enough space for a small desk and two chairs. My laptop was open on the desk and a printer was on order from the office supply store. It wasn’t much, but it was considerably better than spreading my work across the bed upstairs.I had moved a modest sum from my savings into a separate account to seed the benevolence fund without any involvement from Kaelen. I had drafted eligibility guidelines — nothing grand, just a framework for offering a week’s worth of groceries or covering a car repair for a single mother in a tight spot. Small, but real. More importantly, I was building a database of local businesses. Some of them might be willing to donate cash, products, or

Chapter Fifty-Five: Silver and Spilled Blood

Kaelen“Whadda you mean you gave him ‘community service?’” I bellowed at Shawn.He didn’t cower the way I expected. In fact, he looked almost smug — unusually confident for a man whose primary skill set was following orders without thinking too hard about them.“Yep, I was talking to the Luna, and we thought since he’s a minor and this was his first offense, that a more fitting punishment would be to help someone less fortunate.”I pressed my fingers to my temples. “How many times do I have to tell you — Louisa is not the Luna!”“Right boss, so, the Luna has identified people in the pack who need help, and old Mrs. Kilstner injured her knee.” He went right on as th

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Hidden Sabre

ElaraThe apartment I found for Mandi and her mother was small and humble — a bachelor efficiency unit meant for seasonal mill workers, barely enough room for one full-sized bed. Both women accepted it without complaint. Well, Mandi accepted it graciously; Wanda rarely addressed me directly at all. She kept her head down and her eyes averted, an ingrained habit that I recognized and tried not to push against. I arranged cleaning work for them in the mill’s administrative offices a few hours each evening — modest pay, but it gave them both income and a legitimate reason to be there. In the meantime I quietly made sure their refrigerator was stocked and their utilities were covered.As I had expected, nobody paid much attention to two more strangers in a place where workers came and went with the seasons. They blended in without any effort at all.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Hinge Pins

Louisa“What do you mean he fell off the roof?” I pressed the phone closer to my ear as Chloe repeated the story — Harrison, a skylight installation, a loose shingle, a two-story drop. “Oh my god, is he alright? Have you called Dr. Ramirez? Just sit tight, I’ll be right over!”It was almost dark and the evenings had turned chilly. I grabbed my sweater and ran for the front door.Shawn was on his way in and stepped aside to hold it open. “Still under house arrest, right, Luna?” he said, with that good-natured lopsided grin of his.“You betcha!” I called over my shoulder, wrestling my arms into the sweater as I went.Outside, the trees were beginning to turn — gold and red and deep or

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Heartbeat in the Dark

JulianWhat the hell was I supposed to do now?I stared at the door lying uselessly on the carpet, then at Louisa, who stood there with the Devil himself dancing in her eyes.The last of my self-control was dissolving in real time. I had come back to my room intending to shower, grab clean clothes, possibly even sleep in my own bed for once — but there was no version of that happening with Louisa standing in the open doorway extending a wordless invitation. My whole body was trembling with the effort of not stepping through it.I spun on my heel and walked back out. “Wait, where are you going?” Louisa called after me.“I need a walk,” I said, without stopping.“Oh go

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Language of the Soul

JulianShe had lied to me. She had lied to Kaelen. She had been prepared to deceive the entire pack about the paternity of her child. I should have been furious.I couldn’t manage it.I had pushed her away. I had shoved her toward Kaelen. I had left her with no good options and then walked away feeling righteous about it. I owned my share of this, and more.I didn’t care about the deception. I only cared about the miracle sitting right in front of me. “Our baby,” I whispered again, still trying to absorb it. “We made a baby?” My fingers traced back over the slight curve of her belly.She nodded, her eyes bright with unshed tears in the moonlight.I wasn’t a par

Chapter Sixty: The Grand Poobah

LouisaFor a few hours, everything was right in my universe.I was wrapped in the arms of the man I loved — my true, fated mate. He had discovered his unborn child for himself, and with that discovery something I hadn’t realized I was carrying had simply lifted off my shoulders. Keeping the knowledge of his baby from him had never felt right to me, not from the moment I had known, and the relief of it being out between us was extraordinary.We made love until neither of us had anything left. It was deeply tempting to stay there, hidden away in the woods where packs and politics and families couldn’t reach us, but reality has a way of reasserting itself — in this case via cold night air and the unforgiving gravel under one sleeping bag — and we eventually decided we should retrieve our scattered clothing befo

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