All Chapters of The Alpha's Secret Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I covered my mouth with my hand, holding back a sob that was nearly breaking free. My trembling hand now felt cold as I watched the terrible wound on Aaron's body begin reacting to the liquid Grandma had given him. I didn't know what other secrets my family was hiding, but right now, I only wanted Aaron to keep breathing."Please, Grandma, do something! He can't go like this!" I whispered hoarsely.With swift movements, Grandma immediately sprinkled the dried leaf powder over the wound that was still smoking, as if sealing the potion so it could seep inside."These leaves will absorb the remaining silver poison," Grandma said. "Hold him tightly, Fay. This potion will feel like fire burning inside his flesh."I immediately pressed Aaron's shoulder down with all my weight, while my other hand tried to hold his arm. Suddenly, Aaron's body tensed violently, his muscles bulging powerfully, and he groaned loudly with his jaw clenched tightly. The shaking of his body was so intense that I ne

A thin mist hung in the night air, shrouding the old stone building that stood far from the center of the clan's territory. The place was not marked on any map. There were no guards in sight, no symbols indicating its authority, yet the aura surrounding it was enough to make anyone kneel without being ordered.The large wooden door opened without a sound.The man in the black cloak stepped inside calmly, as though he himself were part of the shadows. His footsteps were light, almost inaudible, until he finally stopped several meters away from the figure sitting on a simple throne that nevertheless radiated tremendous pressure.The Elder.The figure stood with an aura that remained menacing despite his body having been consumed by age. His hair was pure white, yet his pair of gray eyes still possessed the sharpness of a sword, ready to slice through an opponent's courage with a single glance."Is it done?" The Elder's voice was low, carrying a force that demanded an answer.The man in

"What?"His voice was soft yet sharp, as if making sure he had not heard me wrong, or perhaps giving me one last chance to take back my answer."Why are you silent? Say again what was on your mind," he demanded, making my courage shrink slightly."I know she's your fiancée," I continued, forcing myself to keep speaking. "She's the one who has more right to be by your side. Not me.""Who gave you the right to decide who deserves to be by my side?" he replied quickly, without taking his eyes off mine."The people at the office. They were talking about it, Aaron," I said. "They said you were already engaged. I heard every word very clearly.""And you immediately believed them?"I lowered my head, my fingers clenching tightly in my lap."Answer me," he pressed again, his voice quieter but more forceful. "Did you really believe that?"I nodded stiffly.Aaron fell silent for a moment. A long breath escaped his lips. Slowly, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him again."Listen to me,

“I ... don’t like—”“What don’t you like?” he interrupted. His tone remained controlled, as though he knew I wouldn’t be able to escape the question this time.I swallowed hard, while my gaze kept drifting toward his lips as they drew closer to mine. My heart began pounding wildly again. I tried to look away, but it was difficult. His gaze seemed to hold me in place.I took a slow breath, gathering my courage. “I don’t like seeing you with someone else.”The confession slipped out before I could stop it.I froze for a moment afterward, as though only then realizing what I had just said.Aaron looked at me, his expression suddenly changing drastically. The satisfaction that had briefly appeared on his face vanished, replaced by a cold glint that sent a shiver down my spine.I didn’t know what he was thinking, but that gaze seemed to carry the weight of anger he had been holding back for a long time. There was deep pain behind his golden eyes, a silent fury that reminded me of a predato

That morning, the house, which was usually filled with the sounds of simple activities, felt far too quiet. Usually, on every day off from work, Fay would come home and spend time telling stories to her father and mother. But this time, her father felt that something was not right.There was no longer Fay’s chatter on days off like this, nor could he hear her little murmurs as she searched for something she had forgotten to put away the night before. All that remained was the clinking of a spoon against a ceramic cup on the dining table, creating a stiff rhythm amid the silence.Hendra sat there, staring at the black coffee before him that had begun to cool. Its steam had disappeared long ago, leaving behind a thick liquid that reflected the image of his calm yet inquisitive face. As a man who often left home for fieldwork outside the city, Hendra had sharp instincts and was difficult to deceive. An instinct was screaming inside his head, telling him that something was being carefully