All Chapters of Alpha Lockwood: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mia:The room felt smaller the longer I sat in it, and it felt like the walls were closing in inch by inch, pressing the air out of my lungs.I rested my hands on the table, staring at them, trying to stop the slight tremble in my fingers. I didn’t do anything. I kept repeating it in my head, but no matter how many times I tried to explain, no one wanted to listen.The door opened, and I looked up too fast, hope flashing for a second, but having caught her scent, I knew that it was Brenda.She stepped inside quickly, her eyes scanning me, checking, making sure I was okay. “Mia… are you okay?”I stood immediately. “What’s going on? Did they say anything? Are they letting me go?”Her expression tightened, and that was all I needed to know.“Not yet,” she said carefully. “They’re still… processing things. They think we are both guilty.”“Processing?” I let out a dry, breathless laugh. “She accused us of assault, Brenda. What is there to process?”“I know, I know,” she said quickly, steppi

Mia:“Yes.” The word left my mouth before I even thought about it. At this point, I had nothing to hide, and I wasn’t going to try and prove anything to him.I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned and walked away. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest, my hands trembling at my sides as I pushed through the station doors and out into the open air. I needed distance, and judging by the cops who allowed me to leave without question, I am guessing that they saw through the tension in the air.“Mia!” Brenda caught up with me quickly, grabbing my arm to stop me before I could keep going. “What the hell was that?” she demanded. “What are you doing? Have you lost your mind to just do that? Everything that you were fighting for?”I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head as I pulled my arm free.“I’m done,” I said. “I am fucking done!”“That’s not just ‘done,’ Mia. You just walked away from your job, and that is not even important right now. But y

Tania:I didn’t recognize him. This was the first time that I have seen him treating me this way.Nathan had always been cold. Controlled. Distant, even when he was standing right in front of me. He didn’t want me around and he always made sure that I knew and saw it, even when he didn’t say a word about it.But this wasn’t distance. This was him wanting me gone. “Pack your things. And I am not going to repeat myself twice in this. You are going to get the fuck out of the house before I do something that I will not go back from.”The words echoed in my head, louder the second time.I stared at him, my chest tightening as I tried to make sense of what he was saying.“You’re not serious,” I whispered. “You can’t just ask me to leave, Nathan. I am your Luna…”“You lost the chance to call yourself my Luna the second you chose to play me for a fool.” He said, glaring at me. “You are lucky that I am not ripping your head off your body, but do not tempt me, Tania, and show yourself out of my

Nathan:I didn’t plan this, not exactly, especially that I wouldn’t even blame her if she wanted to punch me in the face.But somehow… I still ended up standing across the street from her building.My hands were in my pockets, my mind running in circles. I had gone over it a dozen times already. And yet, I still couldn’t find the rights to say.I exhaled slowly, glancing up at the building again, knowing well that she was inside, so close and yet too far for me to reach… and then the door opened.And I raised an eyebrow when Mia walked out, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, her posture already tense like she was bracing for a long day ahead, I assumed for what she had as a goal and what she aimed to do…But being wolves, I knew that she caught my scent long before she saw me. Her eyes snapped to mine almost instantly. And just like that, that wall went right back up. A blind man would have seen her hate in her eyes, and I knew better than to think that she would have just ignored what

Nathan:I didn’t expect to see her. If anything, I expected silence. Resistance. Maybe even resignation.And when I caught her scent in the office, I genuinely believed that I may be hallucinating. But when I pushed the door open to my office, already reaching for the file I left on the desk I stopped.Because she was sitting there.At the small table near the window, a file open in front of her, pen in hand, reading like nothing had happened.For a second, I just stood there, watching her, taking it in.She didn’t look up immediately. She finished the line she was reading first, flipped the page. “Are you just going to stand there, or do you have something to say?” She asked calmly.I raised an eyebrow at her before I stepped inside fully, closing the door behind me.“When did you get here?” I asked.“A few minutes ago,” she replied, not even looking up. “There were a few reports that Joana gave me, she said that they needed me to check them before handing them to you.”I let out