Todos os capítulos de Taunting the Alphas: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

THIRD-PERSON POVDamien was fuming. He’d always prided himself on being very difficult to upset. People could talk, people could stare, and anyone could try their luck with a joke that went too far, and he’d usually let it roll off because it wasn’t worth the energy. Standing in Lucian’s room with his jaw locked and his hands flexing at his sides, he finally realized the only reason he hardly ever got upset was his title. He was the alpha’s son, and anyone in their right mind thought twice before offending him. Pack members watched their mouths, his teammates watched their tone, and even the humans on campus who didn’t know what he was still knew that they could not just mess with him and backed off before crossing any lines, but that rule didn’t seem to apply to Nessa. She didn’t know what he was, and she clearly didn’t care who he was, which was why he still couldn’t believe she’d called him lazy.He’d never been called lazy in his twenty-five years of living. Not as a kid running d

NESSA'S POVI was so furious that the only thing I wanted to do was get up and scream at Damien, who I was certain had thrown the ball at me. The pain in the side of my head was sharp and hot, and it made the whole field tilt for a second, but the anger that I was feeling in my head right now was much worse than the pain. I still couldn't believe he had resorted to publicly bullying me just because I'd professionally concluded that he was lazy. If he hadn’t been so curious and invasive in the first place, he would have never even known, at least not in that way, but no, he just had to see what I had to say when it wasn't any of his business, and now, because he didn't like it, he had decided to crack my skull open as payback like the little bitch he was.Anna was still beside me with an arm under mine, helping me get on my feet. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, once, then again, then a third time when I didn't answer fast enough. "Nessa, talk to me. Do we need to go to the hospi

NESSA’S POVI stared at Damien’s mouth, waiting for it to move again, but it stayed closed. The smile that had caught me off guard was still there, though it was fading now that I was looking at him like he had done something strange. I could still hear that one word in my head. It had been clear enough for me to recognize his voice, clear enough that I had no reason to think I had heard it wrong. Yet I had been looking right at him when it happened, and his lips had not moved. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag while I tried to make sense of something that suddenly felt much more worrying than our argument.“Did you say something?” I asked. My voice came out quieter than it had a moment earlier, and I hated the uncertainty in it. If he had spoken, I would have seen it. I would have heard the sound in the hallway instead of feeling like it had come from somewhere inside my own head. Still, I watched his face closely, hoping he would say yes and give me some simple explana

NESSA’S POVMy eyes opened slowly, and even that small effort felt harder than it should have. My eyelids were heavy, my mouth was dry, and for a few seconds I could not focus on anything above me. I blinked until the ceiling became clear, then frowned. It was too bright and too plain, with a square light that did not belong in my bedroom. I knew the ceiling in that room. I had stared at it while trying to sleep, and this was definitely different. For a moment, I wondered whether I had somehow ended up upstairs again.I turned my head carefully and saw pale curtains, a chair near the wall, and equipment beside the bed. A faint smell reached me, sharp and clean in a way that made my stomach tighten before I understood why. This was a hospital room. I looked down at the blanket covering me, then at my hand resting beside it, trying to remember how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was locking my bedroom door and holding my aching head. I had wanted to rest. I certainly did

THIRD-PERSON POVNessa had told them to get out, and this time none of them had argued. Lucian walked away from her hospital room first, followed by Damien and Adrian, leaving the door closed behind them. They moved down the hallway without speaking, passing nurses and visitors who barely spared them a glance. Damien wanted to look back, but he kept walking. She had made herself clear. She was quitting, and once she recovered, she would leave their house. There was nothing uncertain about her words, nothing that suggested she was waiting for them to convince her otherwise.The silence followed them into the elevator and through the hospital entrance. Outside, Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets while Lucian took out his keys. Damien stayed between them, his thoughts still on Nessa's face when she accused him of almost killing her. No one asked where they were going next. They simply crossed the parking lot and stopped beside Lucian's car. Lucian slid into the driver's seat, Damie