All Chapters of Too Late, Alpha! Claimed by The Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eyra’s POV I shook my head in disagreement with what they said. Mr. Wynter is a businessman who not only runs his own business but also the Wynter family’s, since he is the sole heir to the Wynter family. He had mentioned that before, when he asked me to work with him years ago.I turned to Grandma, trying to explain my point of view, but she gave me a brief look before issuing an order.“We’d better all head to the conference room now,” she said, and everyone in the living room began walking toward the conference room, which was just one room away from where we were.Upon arriving in the conference room, instead of a discussion to find common ground—or the outcome of the three-week waiting period’s negotiations—what followed was an interrogation.I sat in the middle, the center of all judgment, as if I had committed a grave sin.“I was just meeting with a colleague. What about Alpha Dave, who openly brought a woman into our home and filed for divorce?” I said in my defense. However

Eyra’s POV“Dave, open the door! Let me out. Dave, please...” I lay down on the floor and curled up. But before long, I heard the roar of his car’s engine as it drove away.I froze for a few moments before finally deciding to wipe away all traces of Dave’s touch from my body.A servant placed some food on the nightstand as I stepped out of the bathroom. I could have bolted out right then and there while they weren’t paying attention. But I didn’t feel like I had the energy left to do that, so I decided to sit on the bed while drying my hair, waiting for them to leave the room.“Ma’am, we’ve brought you a late-night snack and a glass of milk at Alpha Dave’s request,” said one of the servants. The others waited alongside her and didn’t move right away, as if awaiting further instructions from me.However, I was just an omega—and now a rogue at that. I had no right to give them orders.“Thank you,” I replied. “You may go.”They froze before finally turning around to leave. However, befor

North’s POV[That dress looks great on you.]For a while, I just stared at that message and eventually deleted it entirely. I didn’t type or send any more messages to Selene; I just kept looking at the chat room, which still contained our conversation from yesterday. Now there is only empty space, there is nothing left.She has a unique habit of always deleting our conversations periodically. I’m not sure if it’s a habit or a precaution against whatever might happen, given the situation she’s been facing lately.Luckily, I always have a way to save our chat history. It’s too valuable to delete because one of the messages she sent contains important evidence that can’t be ignored. I gasped after only freezing for a while looking at the empty chat room. It’s almost time. I’m just counting down the hours, and I’m getting more and more impatient. My eyes keep drifting toward the desk calendar right next to me. The date won’t change in an instant, nor will the clock’s hands, of course. B

Dave’s POVEyra’s gaze was cold at that moment. Facing Grandma and the elders, she didn’t seem intimidated or sad. She didn't even try to stop me from divorcing her.It seemed she had wanted this divorce for a long time. So when it finally happened, she no longer had any objections.The proof was that man. The man she met at the hotel. If I hadn’t caught them, they would surely have stayed the night and spent time together.The same man had apparently been funding her with a special credit card, using all sorts of enticements with the intent of taking her away from me. Thinking about it, my chest grew hot and my blood seemed to rush to my head.Is the man at the hotel and the one the store clerk referred to as Mr. Wynter the same person?Are they talking about North Wynter, the mega-business owner who ranks among the most successful young entrepreneurs in Manhattan—and even the world?Is he the same businessman who offered Eyra a partnership deal seven years ago, which I managed to th

Eyra’s POVI didn’t pack much. Just a few pieces of clothing I might need, since I’ll probably be staying away for a few nights. It’s just to keep Mr. Wynter from asking too many questions about my departure.There are many things I still can’t tell him, though even if he knew, it wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t make things better—or worse. Mr. Wynter has already defined for himself the kind of relationship he wants between us. I’m sure he knows what those boundaries are.Last night’s call made me realize that I’m not done yet. I’m not alone. There are those who have been waiting for news from me for the past three years.Three years ago, they’ve been forced to assume I’ve disappeared because of The Night Hunter Pack’s rules—since I don’t have a strong pack of my own, I have to follow the rules of my husband’s pack.Now I’ve even become a rogue. But I still have a hidden treasure I left behind long ago—friends, loved ones, my pack, and company. There must be plenty of problems w