Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forbidden Omega: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

BronMy father finds me in the west study eleven minutes after the music stops.Eleven minutes. That's how long it took the band to fumble back into a song, how long it took Adrien to smile at the cameras and say something smooth about "overwhelming emotion" like I'd just teared up over a toast. That's how long the security team took to clear the ballroom and get me out of three hundred pairs of eyes. Eleven minutes, and my father still walks in like he's been standing outside the whole time, arms crossed, face like a closed door."Sit down," he says. I don't sit down. "Bron.""I'm fine standing.” I let out. He looks at me the way he's looked at me my whole life, like I'm a project that keeps almost working. He's still in his tux, tie loosened, one hand braced on the back of the leather chair like he's deciding whether to throw it at me or sit in it."Do you have any idea," he says, low, "what you just did to this family?""I didn't do anything. It happened to me.” I reply. "That's

WrenI turn around expecting security. A guard. Somebody big, somebody scary, somebody sent to drag me back downstairs and hand me over to whoever wants to yell at me first.I do not expect a woman standing three steps down in a pale blue dress, hands folded in front of her like she's waiting for tea instead of chasing down a servant girl at midnight.She's older, maybe mid-fifties, with silver-blonde hair loose around her shoulders instead of pinned up like every other woman at that party. Her eyes are washed-out blue, and they're locked on me with an intensity that doesn't match how calm the rest of her looks, like she's been waiting her whole life for this exact moment and is somehow still not sure she believes it's happening.Briar steps in front of me anyway, arms out, because Briar doesn't care who you are, apparently, even if you're a middle-aged woman in pearls."You're not taking her anywhere," Briar says."I'm not here to take her anywhere she doesn't want to go." The woman'

BronRejection doesn't feel like heartbreak. I want to be clear about that, because every story I ever heard growing up made it sound like heartbreak, like something soft and sad you cry about in private. It's not that. It's like getting gutted.The second the words leave her mouth, something inside my chest just rips. Not metaphorically. I actually feel it tear, deep under my ribs, right where the bond's been burning since the second I saw her across that ballroom, and my knees nearly buckle right there in front of Adrien Conrad and his security and my own fiancée standing three feet away watching it happen.I don't fall. I refuse to give him that. But I can't speak either. I just stand there while she turns and walks out the door, and every step she takes away from me feels like something's being pulled out of my chest by the root."Well." Adrien's voice cuts through the ringing in my ears, satisfied in a way that makes me want to put my fist through the wall behind him. "That resol