All Chapters of The Alpha who reigned 30 days: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

VERALIN I wore a white dress to a grave. Held a red rose for a man who spent 18 years making sure I knew I wasn't his daughter.Everyone here looked like they were waiting for a sign to draw blood. My blood.Their eyes didn't hide it. They watched me like a hawk watching its prey and I wasn't welcomed.From my observation, this wasn't a funeral. It was a coronation party with a corpse in the background.Champagnes, business talks, wolves jockeying for favors with the next heir.Drelia mende. The next heir.Rather than being behind the desk sorting criminals records, I'd only come over to pay my respect, then disappear as always."What's she doing here?" A voice murmured from behind me.I'd ignored it and just dropped the rose on the grave.Drelia kicked it away before it even landed."Part of my nightmares" I thought "part of the scars I couldn't outrun""How dare you show your face here! Illegitimate thing!" She spat on me, eyes red like she actually cried.But the only thing I saw

XADENThe argument started in the war room, where it always did.I'd wore a smug face, like everything doesn't matter, it was better than painting the room red again.I twirled the glass of wine in my hand, barely drank from it, my head void of thoughts.“You’re drunk,” Roseline chipped in.My sister-in-law. Dowager alpha.The woman who’d been holding this pack together with sheer spite since my brother died two years ago.I didn't even want to meet her gaze because she stared at me like I was a loaded gun she wasn’t sure wouldn’t go off.I set the glass down on the table next to me. It didn’t shatter. I had better control than that.“I’m not drunk. I’m done.”“Done with what?” She walked closer, her eyes observant. “With mourning? With protecting Kieran? Or by pretending you don’t want the throne?”Oh, the eight year old. Kieran, my brother's son. The real heir.A kid who still left the hallway light on at night and asked if his dad was watching him from the moon.I smirked loudly li

VERLINHe was my bully and first mate who rejected me at 18.I still saw it when I closed my eyes.Xaden, 21 and already wearing his brother’s blood on his hands, looked at me like I was a mistake.“Not you. Not ever.”The bond snapped and burned, and he walked away without looking back.That was five years ago.Now I was standing on the ridge with nothing but a ruined jacket, a busted phone, and a secret that could get me killed.My borrowed car was a smoking crater 200 yards down the road.His car was the only way off this lonely road.I watched him walk away from me, shoulders tight, jaw set. He didn’t offer his hand. Didn’t say a word. Just left me with the bodies and the smoke.Fuck him! Let him go.I told myself I didn’t need him for exactly thirty seconds.Then I remembered the envelope.It was in my jacket pocket, damp from the rain.I'd taken it out to have a glimpse of it.Inside was a list of names, dates and offshore accounts.All tied to the virel family. Xaden's family.