บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 62 – LenaThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the bracelet.The silver caught the early morning light as I reached for my phone.For a moment, I simply stared at it.Strength.That was what Kai had called it.I had started wearing it every day without even thinking about it.My life had changed so much that sometimes I still caught myself wondering when everything would suddenly disappear.The fear had become quieter.It wasn't gone completely.Maybe it never would be.But I no longer let it control every decision.I got out of bed and walked into the living room.Kai was standing near the windows, already dressed for work.He turned when he heard me.“Morning.”“Morning.”He looked at me for a second.“You're thinking.”I smiled.“You always know.”“Usually.”I walked toward him.“I got an email last night.”His expression immediately became attentive.“From the university?”“Yes.”“What did they say?”I handed him my phone.He read the message.Then looked at me.“T

Chapter 64 – LenaThe community center was louder than I expected.Not chaotic.Alive.Voices filled the hallway.Chairs scraped against the floor.Someone laughed near the entrance.A group of students stood around the registration table while two volunteers tried to organize name tags.I stopped just inside the doorway.For a moment, I simply watched.A month ago, this place had been an empty building with freshly painted walls.Now people were actually using it.“Lena?”I turned.One of the student volunteers hurried toward me.“We're almost ready.”“Almost?”She smiled nervously.“Almost.”I looked around.“Where's the sign-in sheet?”“On the front table.”“Good. And the mentors?”“Three are already here. Two are on their way.”I nodded.“Okay. Let's start with what we have.”She smiled.That was one thing I had learned quickly.Things didn't need to be perfect before they could begin.Sometimes you simply started.I walked toward the meeting room.Twenty-four chairs had been arra

CHAPTER 66 – LENABy Thursday morning, the community center had become impossible to ignore.Not because it was loud.Because it was busy.Every time I walked through the doors, there was something new happening.A volunteer helping a student complete a form.Two mentors discussing schedules near the reception desk.Someone pinning information about part-time jobs onto the noticeboard.A group of students sitting around a table, arguing over whether emergency savings were actually possible when you were already struggling to pay rent.I stood near the entrance and watched them.This was what I had wanted.Not a perfect place.A useful one.“You're staring again.”I turned.Kai stood beside me, hands in his pockets.“I like watching people use the place.”“You built it.”I shook my head.“I helped create the space.”He looked at me.“You're still correcting me.”“Someone has to.”He smiled.Before I could answer, a young woman approached us.She couldn't have been older than twenty.“E

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: ROOM TO BREATHELena stared at the spreadsheet on her laptop for nearly a minute before touching the trackpad.There were too many names.Too many requests.Too many small problems that looked simple on paper but were anything but simple when attached to real people.She rubbed her forehead and leaned back in her chair.The community center was quieter than usual that morning. Sunlight came through the tall front windows, falling across the tables and the boxes of supplies waiting to be sorted.A printer hummed somewhere behind her.Then stopped.Lena glanced toward the sound.“Please don't tell me it jammed again.”A young volunteer appeared around the doorway holding several sheets of paper.“It didn't jam.”Lena relaxed.“Good.”“It ran out of paper.”Lena closed her eyes.“That's somehow worse.”The volunteer laughed.Lena smiled despite herself.“Put those on my desk. I'll handle it.”The volunteer hesitated.“You're sure?”Lena looked at the growing pile bes

CHAPTER SEVENTY: THE WORK BETWEENLena had always thought progress would feel bigger.Something dramatic.A moment that made everything before it worth the struggle.Instead, most days, progress looked like a stack of forms.A phone call returned.A student finding a transportation program.A mother leaving the center with a list of childcare options.A volunteer learning how to handle a request without asking Lena to step in.It wasn't glamorous.But it mattered.Lena sat behind her desk, reviewing the week's requests.The numbers had grown.So had the number of people helping.She looked at the volunteer schedule and smiled.Three months ago, she would have panicked at the thought of someone else handling something important.Now she was deliberately assigning responsibilities.She picked up the phone.“Hi, Daniel? It's Lena.”A pause.“Yes, I wanted to ask if you could take over the evening referral desk next week.”Another pause.“No, you don't need to report every request to me.