All Chapters of The Alpha’s Heartless Choice: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"There is no need to reject the contract," I say, leaning my back against the leather interior of the war-carriage as we navigate the jagged outer ring of Moonscar City. "I respect Director Darius, and the script for the Shadow Healer is flawless. But Ronan..."I stop, biting my inner lip. The mere mention of his name makes the scars across my chest throb with remembered heat.Tarian keeps his hands clamped on the carriage reins, his jaw locked tight as he looks straight at the cobblestone road ahead. "Sommy, have you truly thought this through? If you remain unbound, Ronan will keep pestering you. He looks at you like a rogue Alpha eyeing stolen territory. You kept your distance from Kellan Stormfang, so Ronan thinks your soulbond is still intact.""I cannot use Kellan as a shield to drive Ronan away," I say softly, resting my palm against the cool glass window. "That is not fair to Kellan. He has treated me with honor ever since I returned from the Northern Pack Territories."Tarian

I fix Seraphina Ravenshade with an icy stare as she stands on the stone threshold, her silk robe draped loosely over her shoulders.Seraphina Holloway, what a convenient coincidence. Did she spend the entire night locked in Kellan's quarters? No wonder Elder Thabo Wolfhart insisted on my early arrival at the Ashfang stronghold. Did the High Alpha arrange this pathetic spectacle just to humiliate me before the gathered pack? How predictable."Sommy?" Seraphina feigns a sharp gasp, though a spark of vicious triumph gleams in her eyes. "Sommy, please do not misunderstand the situation. Truly, we were only...""Silence!" Kellan snaps, his voice harsh as he rounds on Seraphina, cutting off her false apology.Kellan closes the distance between us, his posture stiff, his voice low and urgent. "It is not what it appears, Sommy. Let me explain everything once we step outside.""Oh," I murmur, inclining my head.In truth, his explanations mean nothing to me. Scent-marking and primal urges are c

"I am not nervous," I snap, biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper, forcing my gaze to remain locked on the darkened windscreen. "Ronan, I refuse to look back."There is no path leading backward, no ritual or blood-clearing that can restore the fractured bond we once shared.Ronan turns toward me, his broad shoulders blocking out the harsh light filtering through the carriage window. He stares at my flushed cheeks, his golden Alpha eyes darkening with a raw, possessive hunger that makes my wolf thrash against her ribcage. He leans in, his scent of dark cedar and ozone wrapping around me like a vise, but at the last second, he locks his jaw and pulls back."I know," he growls, his low voice gravelly and thick with suppressed desire. "I am not forcing you to step backward into my den, Sommy."I let out a quiet breath, my racing pulse slowly steadying.Ronan turns on his heel, stepping down to open the heavy leather door of the war-carriage. "What do you intend to feast on?"

"Why can you not be here if Kellan Stormfang is?" Ronan walks straight to my side, his dark, intoxicating scent of cedar and shadow instantly washing over me."Because you are wearing my clothes! Sommy bought those tunic sets for me, and I have not even worn them yet!" Tarian growls, glaring at the Supreme Alpha."You could not bear to wear them? I thought you disliked the dark green wool," I say, realization dawning on me."I have not worn them even once," Tarian gritted his teeth, his wolf growling low in his chest at Ronan."Well, I shall keep them then. They fit my broad shoulders quite well," Ronan says smoothly, smoothing down the heavy fabric.Tarian is rendered speechless, his claws itching. "Where is your dignity, Wolfhart?""Finish your tea and return to your own territory, Ronan," I say, stepping between them before they start another brawl in my courtyard.Ronan walks over and takes the seat furthest from Kellan, his movement quiet and graceful like a stalking shadow. Mari

"Ha!" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh, my lips curling into a sneer of pure disdain as I glare at Seraphina.Director Darius frowns, turning his sharp, weathered face toward Seraphina. "Do you intend to execute this scene properly, or do you not?"Seraphina freezes on the hard flagstones, her bruised cheek throbbed red beneath my slap."Get off my set if you cannot follow a basic scroll!" Darius thunders, his Alpha voice booming through the silent chamber. "I am warning you—do not attempt your pathetic, scheming tricks inside my production! I care nothing for whichever elder backs your bloodline! If you delay my broadcast again, I will personally post your dishonor across every scrying mirror in Moonscar City!"Seraphina’s face turns stony and pale. Darius is unlike the corrupt directors she dealt with in the south; he carries immense influence within the Lycan Dominion.She bites her lip until blood wells, realizing she has utterly failed her objective. She cannot afford to get cast