All Chapters of The Alpha's Messy Wolf : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mona POVLiving with a stranger who wore Alessandro’s face was worse than any punishment he had ever given me.He poured coffee and asked if I needed a ride to school in the same calm, measured voice he used with the younger pack members. He reminded me to take a jacket because the weather report said rain. He told Mom he would be home late because of border patrols. Every word was polite. Every glance was empty.The claim mark on my inner thigh burned like a brand.I sat across from him at breakfast and felt my wolf pacing in confused circles. She didn’t understand why her Alpha looked straight through her. My body still carried the memory of him—how he stretched me, how he tasted, how he sounded when he lost control and nearly shifted from jealousy. None of that existed for him anymore.“You’re quiet this morning,” Mom said, glancing between us. “Both of you.”Alessandro gave her a small smile. “Just a long week. Mona, you’re ready? I can drop you on my way to the meeting.”The offe

Mona POVThe next evening the senior members of the pack gathered in the main hall of the pack house for a closed meeting. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Unmated younger wolves were usually excluded from these sessions. But Alessandro had ordered me to stay close after the memory wipe and the public scene with Dargrel, so I sat on a chair near the wall and tried to look invisible.His scent still clung to me under the blocking soap. The claim mark on my thigh was hidden beneath black tights, but I felt every pulse of it whenever he moved. Every time our eyes met across the room the bond flared, warm and possessive, as if it was making up for the days it had been forced quiet.The Beta finished his report on the northern border. The Gamma spoke about supply caches. Then one of the oldest elders—Gray, a scarred male who had served under the previous Alpha—cleared his throat and looked directly at Alessandro.“There is another matter,” Gray said. “It concerns the girl.”My spine stiffene

Mona POVI felt the shift in the air the moment I walked into the cafeteria.Conversations were already louder than usual. Phones were out. Nina and her group occupied their usual table like a throne, but their eyes kept flicking toward the entrance. Cici waved me over to our table, frowning at whatever she saw on my face.“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she said as I sat down.I hadn’t. Not really. My body still carried the deep, private ache from the night before—the new stretch, the way Alessandro had taken the last part of me and made it his. Sitting on the hard cafeteria chair made the residual soreness flare. I kept my thighs pressed together and tried to focus on the tray I didn’t plan to eat from.I never got the chance.Dargrel’s scent hit me a second before his hand closed around my upper arm. He pulled me up out of the chair hard enough that the legs scraped loudly across the floor. Every head in the nearby tables turned.“End of the week was yesterday,” he said, loud eno

**Mona POVI spent the next day in the house on Alessandro’s orders.My body was a map of the night before—bruises on my hips in the shape of his hands, the deep residual ache from how hard he had knotted me, the claim mark on my thigh still dark and tender. Walking downstairs took effort. Sitting took more. Every movement reminded me exactly how far he had gone when he lost control.Alessandro left mid-morning to deal with “pack business,” which I knew meant Dargrel. He kissed me once at the door, hard and brief, and told me to stay inside, keep the lights low, and not answer the door for anyone except the Beta’s mate if she came by with food.He did not expect the Beta himself.The knock came in the early afternoon. I checked the camera the way Alessandro had shown me and felt my stomach drop. Lucas, the Beta, stood on the porch in casual clothes, expression unreadable. I hesitated, then opened the door because refusing the Beta without a clear reason would only raise more question

Mona POVI waited until we were back in the house and the door was locked before I said it.Alessandro was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water, still carrying the scent of what we had done in the car. My body was sore in the best and worst ways. The claim mark on my thigh ached. Between my legs I was still wet with him. It should have made me feel safe. Instead it made the fear sharper.“We have to stop.”He went completely still.I forced the rest out before I lost the courage. “Lucas already smells it. My mother feels the bond changing. Dargrel has pictures or stories or whatever he needs to ruin you. And now my biological father is asking questions. If this keeps going, they won’t just come after me. They’ll take everything from you. Your title. Your pack. Your life. I can’t be the reason that happens.”Alessandro set the glass down very carefully. When he turned around his eyes were pure gold.“Say that again,” he said, voice dangerously quiet.“I said we have to stop. I care