Todos los capítulos de NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE ALPHA'S SON: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

ADELINE"Ah, you're dressed up already?" My mate asks as he steps into the bedroom.... our bedroom. It's now ours since he has already moved all my things in here.I nod in reply. "You can't leave me here baby, we're heading downstairs for dinner together." He states and I smile, slumping onto the bed."Make it quick." I say as I start scrolling through my phone."As you wish my queen." He replies then strips naked and then rushes to the bathroom, swinging his joystick as he walks away. I chuckle inaudibly at the sight, imagining that rod right inside my throbbing honeypot.Three minutes later, my mate is done and he's already slipping into the clothes which I've already chosen for him and laid them on the bed. He definitely used his wolf speed to shower.After the Alpha is done dressing up, we both head outside towards the parlour. I haven't asked him about Jaxon yet and to be frank, I don't want to hear his name being mentioned because the mere mention of it infuriates me.The Alph

ADELINE Saturday is here.My Luna ceremony day is here!I've just woken up and pulled the box under my bed which had my gown in it.I hid it there because the women leaders advised me to. They told me that it's bad luck for my mate to see my gown before our ceremony.Alpha Waylon is out there, busy organizing his Pack for the day so as to make it colourful and successful. I guess he woke up and when he saw me still tucked under the blankets, he left the bedroom.My beautiful gown is still in the box and I pass my fingers through it. My eyes water immediately I see it for the second time since yesterday at the store. It's breathtakingly beautiful!The white overflowing gown has a touch of silver and gold lining, making it even more breathtaking. The part above the bossom is made of a thin lace material, as well as the hands which are long sleeved. I'm definitely in love with it!I push it back under the bed upon certifying that it's still there, and not interfered with. I smile at mys

THIRD PERSONJaxon sits up abruptly.A low growl rumbles from his chest—human, not wolf.That realization alone makes his anger spike even higher.“Useless…” he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair.The silence inside him is deafening.No presence.No voice.No instincts guiding him.Just… emptiness.He clenches his fists, nails biting into his palms as he paces the room like a caged animal.Because that’s what he is now, isn’t he?Caged.Stripped.Powerless.A bitter laugh escapes him.“All because of her…”But even as he says it, something twists uncomfortably in his chest.Because deep down—where his pride refuses to look—he knows the truth.It wasn’t just Adeline.It was him.His choices.His arrogance.His rejection.He stops pacing.His jaw tightens.“…No.”He shakes his head stubbornly.“I won’t accept this.”At the training field, Adeline lands hard on her feet, breath uneven but steady.“Again!” one of the female leaders commands.Without hesitation, Adeline nods.Sweat

THIRD PERSON The table is no longer empty.Leaders from both Packs sit across from each other, the earlier tension now reshaped into something quieter…But far more dangerous.Controlled.Measured.Every word matters now.Alpha Waylon sits at the head of the West Ring side.Adeline sits beside him.Not behind.Never behind.Across from them, Alpha Charles Hesbon leans back slightly in his chair, his expression composed—but his fingers tap once against the table.A tell.He is not as calm as he pretends to be.“Let’s begin,” Waylon says.No wasted words.No theatrics.An elder from the West Ring Pack steps forward, unrolling a parchment.“The terms of negotiation,” he announces.Silence falls.1. ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF CRIMESAdeline speaks this time.Her voice is steady—but carries weight.“You will publicly acknowledge your role in the unlawful attack that led to the death of my parents.”Every eye shifts to Charles.“This acknowledgment will be made before both Packs… and recorded in Pa

THIRD PERSON Prisca cannot sleep.The night is too still.Too quiet.And yet—Her mind is anything but.She sits by the window, knees pulled close to her chest, staring out into the darkness beyond the Green Moon Pack.Everything has changed.The truth is out.Her secret—no longer hers alone.And yet…That is not what unsettles her.It’s the feeling.That same feeling she had at the border.Cold.Watching.Familiar.Her fingers tighten slightly around the fabric of her dress.“…Why now?” she whispers.Because she has felt this before.Not today.Not recently.Years ago.Her breath catches.The memory comes back—Not in fragments.Not blurred.But whole.And she cannot stop it.“I was there.”Her own voice echoes in her head from earlier.But she did not say everything.Not even close.Her eyes close slowly.And the past drags her under.Years Ago…The night is burning.Not with warmth.With fire.Young Prisca crouches behind a broken wall, her small hands covering her mouth to keep f