All Chapters of Alpha, Let's End This Bond!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Fierce Battle

ARIAThe world went blurry as fists started flying and the sharp smell of adrenaline hit.The two of them tumbled across the asphalt, their expensive clothes ripping as they snarled at each other.Every time I tried to reach in—to grab a shoulder, a sleeve, anything—they slammed together so hard I almost went down with them."Luca, stop! You’re going to kill him!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the growing murmur of the crowd.People were everywhere now. I could see the lenses of dozens of phones reflecting the streetlights, capturing every ugly second. A group of teenagers stood by the curb, whispering and pointing as the Alpha of the Stormbourne pack acted like a common thug in the dirt.Luca managed to get the upper hand, hauling Brandon up by his collar and slamming him against the hood of the Porsche. The thud was sickening."Is this what you wanted?" Luca roared, his face inches from Brandon’s. "To crawl int

White Walls And Red Stains

LUCAThe scent of the car—usually comforting leather—was drowned out by the heavy, coppery scent of Aria’s blood.Every time I glanced sideways, I saw the crimson smear on the passenger seat—on her face—and my gut twisted into a knot no amount of whiskey could numb. I’d done this. The Alpha who was supposed to be the ultimate protector had just broken his mate's nose because he couldn’t keep his own temper in check."Aria, talk to me," I rasped, my hands gripping the wheel so hard the leather groaned. "How’s the breathing? Is it getting harder?"Aria didn't look at me. She just pressed a bunch of napkins to her face, her eyes fixed on the window. "I’m fine. Just stop the car.""You're not fine. You're bleeding through the paper.""I said stop the car, Luca! Let me out. I’ll call a cab. I’ll call Brandon—""Don't say his name," I snapped, the growl vibrating in my chest before I

The Gravity Of Home.

ARIAThe hospital smell was making my stomach do slow, nauseating flips. I sat on the edge of the gurney, my head throbbing in time with my pulse. Every breath was a struggle through the packing in my nose, and the dull ache in my face felt like a heavy weight I couldn't shake off.Luca stood by the door. He looked wrecked. His shirt was torn, his knuckles were bruised, and the usual "king of the world" vibe he carried was completely gone."I’m going to my apartment, Luca," I said, my voice sounding thick and strange in my own ears. "I’m not doing this again. I’m not going back to a place where I have to look over my shoulder."Luca took a half-step forward, then stopped, like he was afraid I’d shatter if he got too close. "Aria, please. Just listen for a second. Your apartment is on the third floor. You’re dizzy, you’re on meds, and you're alone. What happens if you trip? What if you need something in the middle of the night?"

The Heavy Weight Of A Secret

ARIAThe SUV glided through the iron gates of the Stormbourne Estate, the tires crunching over the gravel like teeth grinding together. I kept my face turned toward the dark window, watching the shadows of the ancient oaks sweep over the glass. My head was pounding, a dull, rhythmic throb that made the world feel like it was underwater.Luca cleared his throat, the sound loud in the cramped silence of the cabin. I felt his eyes on me, heavy and searching."You’re being awfully quiet," he said, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone. He tried to let out a short, dry laugh, but it fell flat. "What? Are you actually afraid of me now, Aria?"I didn't turn. "Shouldn't I be? I saw what you did to Brandon. I saw the look in your eyes when you threatened his child."He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles ghost-white in the dim light of the dashboard. "I was out of line. I know that. But you have to remember... you aren't just carrying yourself aroun

The Fragile Truth

LUCAThe weight of her in my arms was the only thing keeping me grounded. Aria felt fragile, like a bird with a broken wing, and every time she winced, a fresh wave of guilt crashed over me.Aunt Camilla was hovering, her hands fluttering near her chest like nervous pigeons. "Luca, for heaven's sake! Look at the two of you. Your lip is split, and Aria—oh, her poor face! What happened? Was there an accident on the road?""It’s nothing, Aunt Camilla," I said, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed gravel. I didn't look at her. I just kept my eyes on the stairs. "Just a couple of minor scrapes. We tripped. It’s handled.""Tripped?" Camilla’s voice went up an octave. "You don't get a face like that from a trip, Luca. And Aria... your eyes are so red. Have you been crying this whole time?"Aria didn't say a word. She just tucked her chin into her shoulder, trying to hide behind the surgical tape and the bruising. The silence from her w

The Bitter Edge Of A Project

LUCAThe house was deathly quiet. I stood in the hallway, staring at the heavy oak door of the guest suite. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets, my fingers tracing the cold metal of my phone. Rowan hadn’t called back yet, which meant the fire on social media was still burning.I knocked, a soft, tentative rap that felt entirely too polite for a man like me. "Aria? Supper’s ready."No answer.I pushed the door open. The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of the bedside lamp. She’d washed up. The dried blood was gone, replaced by the faint, clean scent of vanilla and almond soap.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair damp and clinging to her neck, wearing one of the silk robes she’d left behind months ago. The sight of her in it—in my house—made my chest tighten painfully."How’s the face?" I asked, stepping into the room. "The throbbing any better?""It’s fine," she said, her voi

Milk And Malice.

- ARIAThe morning light hit the room in soft, honeyed streaks, filtering through the heavy velvet curtains of the master suite.I blinked, my face feeling stiff and heavy. The second I moved, a sharp twinge in my nose reminded me of the nightmare on the sidewalk.But then, a soft, gurgling sound pulled me back.I turned my head. Aurora was awake in the bassinet next to the bed. She was kicking her little legs, her tiny fists waving in the air. When our eyes met, she let out a toothless, gummy grin that felt like a ray of sun hitting my chest."Hey, baby girl," I whispered, my voice sounding like I'd swallowed sand. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I stroked her velvet cheek. "I missed you so much. You have no idea."She grabbed my finger, pulling it toward her mouth with a happy squeal. For a moment, the world was just us. Just the scent of baby powder and the weight of a tiny hand.The door creaked open.I stiffened, the warmth in my chest curdling. Luca walked in, carrying Ad

False Positive

- ARIAThe door hadn't been closed for more than five minutes before the handle turned again. I didn't even look up from the twins. I just tightened my hold on them, my heart still thudding against my ribs from the blowout we'd just had.Luca walked back in with his stoic expressio. The explosive rage from a moment ago was tucked away, replaced by that cold, efficient mask he wore when he was trying to regain control. He didn't apologize. He never did. Instead, he walked straight to the bassinet and scooped Aurora up.He looked at her, then cut his eyes toward me. "Well," he said, his voice dry. "I guess you still have your uses, Aria. At least you can keep the kids fed."The words felt like a slap. I felt the heat rise in my neck, sharp and stinging. "Don't talk to me like I'm a hired wet nurse, Luca. And for your information? There's no milk left. They've had their fill."He didn't push it. He just adjusted the baby against his shoulder, his large hand supporting her head with a gen

A Hollow Victory

- ARIAThe hospital hallway felt miles long. My legs were shaky, and the tape across my nose made every breath sound like a whistle in my head. Beside me, Luca was a storm cloud in a tailored suit. He looked more rattled than I'd ever seen him, his jaw working as if he were trying to chew through iron."Biochemical pregnancy," he muttered, the words sounding foreign in his mouth. He looked at me, his eyes searching. "What exactly does that mean, Aria? In plain English.""I'm not into a medical dictionary, Luca," I snapped, my voice sharp with exhaustion. "You've got a thousand-dollar phone in your pocket. Look it up yourself."He flinched, but he didn't snap back. He just stepped into the elevator in his heavy silence.I leaned against the cool metal wall and pulled out my own phone. My hands were trembling as I dialed Nova. She picked up on the second ring."Aria? What's happening? Brandon said the hearing was tanked," Nova's voice was a frantic whisper."It's... it's a mess, Nova,"

Beauty And The Bite.

- ARIAThe air in my apartment was different than the estate. It didn't feel like it was waiting for me to trip up. It just felt like... home. Sparse, a little messy, and smelling faintly of the vanilla candle Nova had lit to "clear the bad juju."I threw my bag onto the sofa and cracked my laptop open. If I couldn't have my life together, I was going to make sure my business was bulletproof."Okay, spill," I said, looking up at Nova. She was buried under a mountain of fabric swatches and legal printouts on my dining table. "Tell me we've got something."Nova grinned, a predatory, beautiful look. "Better than something. We've got three new partnerships locked in. Local boutiques, sure, but high-end. And I managed to snag a lead on those Italian silk suppliers you wanted. They're interested, Aria. Like, really interested.""Finally," I breathed, the tension in my shoulders easing for the first time in days. "We need to scale. Fast.""Agreed. Which is why I brought in reinforcements." S

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