All Chapters of Bound To My Best Friend’s Alpha Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Music possessed a unique ability to alter the atmosphere inside Alpha Manor. Just a short while ago, the grand ballroom had been filled with energetic chatter and booming laughter. Now, the main overhead lights were dimmed, the live band was playing a soulful melody, and couples were gracefully swaying across the polished floor.I stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cold glass of sparkling water, quietly observing Willow and Lucas slow-dancing. My daughter looked radiantly happy. Despite the storm raging inside my own heart, I took comfort in knowing she was having the night of her dreams.An older pack member approached me to offer compliments on the event. "Exquisite execution, Alpha! The pack is eagerly awaiting the next big family wedding."I forced a polite, practiced smile. "Thank you. We're very blessed." He nodded warmly and wandered off toward the bar.Turning my attention back to the room, my eyes immediately located Elsie, who was engaged in pol

The private study inside Alpha Manor was thick with the scent of aged leather, burning firewood, and heavy, suffocating tension. Five pack elders sat in a semi-circle around the large mahogany desk, their expressions carved from stone. Eugene stood near the fireplace, holding her glass with an aura of supreme calm, looking like a queen presiding over her court.I walked into the room, stepping up to the desk with my head held high. Elsie followed a few steps behind, choosing to stand near the door alongside Zach. She didn't have a formal title here anymore, but her presence was a quiet defiance that I deeply respected."What is the meaning of this meeting?" I demanded, resting my palms flat against the wooden desk, letting my Alpha authority fill the room. "The reception is still ongoing downstairs."Elder Thomas, a white-haired wolf who had served alongside my father, cleared his throat loudly. "We are here, Alpha, because serious concerns have been raised regarding the stability of

Elsie’s FPOVI stood completely frozen as every face in the ballroom turned directly toward me. William’s accusation remained suspended in the heavy silence, echoing louder than the music ever had: “You kissed her, Dad. I saw you. Under the willow tree. You took my mate.” My heart seemed to stop beating altogether. Across the room, Willow stared at me with both hands covering her mouth, her beautiful engagement dress suddenly looking painfully out of place beneath the soft fairy lights. Lucas stood beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist, but even he looked utterly stunned.Jacques was the first to react. “Willow,” he said quietly, taking a tentative step forward, but she immediately backed away. “Don’t,” she snapped, the single word breaking something inside me as Jacques stopped dead in his tracks.William laughed bitterly from across the room. “Why is everyone looking at me like I’m the villain? I’m just saying what you’re all too afraid to admit.”“William, you’re drunk,” Jac

Elsie’s FPOVI sat on the edge of the bed staring at Willow’s text for over an hour: How long have you been lying to me? Every potential response felt like a weapon that would only hurt her more, so I eventually set the phone face down and looked back at my open suitcase. Running away had always been my default coping mechanism whenever things got unbearable—it was the same lesson I had learned seven years ago.By two in the morning, I had finished packing most of my clothes and was zipping up the final compartment when a soft knock sounded at the door. I opened it to find Clara standing in the hallway holding a steaming mug.“You haven’t eaten a thing all night,” she said, stepping inside.“I’m really not hungry.”“You weren’t hungry yesterday either,” she replied firmly, handing me the coffee.I managed a faint, appreciative smile despite the heavy pit in my stomach. “You really are stubborn, Clara.”“Someone around here has to keep things moving.” She gestured toward the luggage on

William’s FPOVThe diner smelled heavily of stale coffee, sizzling fried eggs, and old wood paneling. It was rough around the edges, which made it exactly what I needed—nothing about it had anything to do with Moonridge, pack elders, family portraits, or whispering gossip. It was just an ordinary place filled with ordinary people starting their Saturday morning. I sat alone in a corner booth, staring blankly down at my untouched plate of food.Seven years. Seven years of eating myself alive with regret over a single, stupid decision. And last night, I had taken all that miserable history and weaponized it to ruin my sister's engagement celebration just to throw my own pain in everyone's faces.When Willow walked through the front door with Lucas trailing behind her, I stood up from the booth. “Thank you for coming.”She slid into the seat across from me, while Lucas hung back slightly. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” he offered.Willow caught his wrist before he could move away. “No