All Chapters of The Alphas Next Door: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CAIUSI could already guess there would be a problem when I saw this particular red car. I confirmed there's a problem when Katherina stepped out of the car with her son. And a few minutes after they left, this fucker stepped out and leaned against the bonnet, phone in hand.The blond bastard even grinned and waved at me.My fingers tap against my thigh, faster than I’d like, as my eyes stay glued on him while he scrolls through his phone like he doesn’t have a care in the damn world.He looks like one of those fake men on the cover of glossy magazines—perfect hair, perfect posture, the kind of smug face that makes you want to throw something heavy at it and watch it become covered in blood.Klaus.I keep staring, too intently, probably. If looks could kill, the bastard would already be dust by now.I’m still glaring when a familiar pull makes my head snap sidew

CAIUSMaybe Kaia made a mistake telling me to stop fighting myself.Because now, here I am — halfway down the east wing, heart pounding like I stole something, on my way to Ronan’s room.A place I’ve never been before.A place I’ve always avoided like a damn plague.The corridors are quieter here. The kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts louder than you should. I shouldn’t even know where his room is afterall, I've never cared. But when the maid described it — second floor, last door before the balcony — I didn’t stop her. I just nodded and walked off before I could think twice, acting oblivious to the surprise etched on her face.Now I’m standing here, in front of a door I shouldn’t be at, every cell in my body buzzing with something that feels a lot like regret, but not quite.I don’t even know what I’m doing.Umm. I just lied.I know exactly what I’m doing

KAIAHe's training alone with a sword. And I just sit there under the tree down the field, knees to my chest, waiting for him to finish.The wind hums low, carrying the smell of cut grass through the air. A few strands of my hair slap against my face, one managing to slip right into my mouth. I brush it away gently, my eyes still fixed on him.He's been at it for over an hour now— swinging that blade that catches the evening light everytime— but he doesn't look tired. He just looks empty as if he's fighting ghosts invisible to me.And that makes something ache quietly in my chest.It’s strange how you can share everything with someone, live in the same space, eat the same meals, breathe the same air… and still feel like you’re losing them one breath at a time.He drops the sword suddenly, the clang echoing sharply against the quiet, and leans forward with his hands on his knees. I almost get up, but he straightens before I can, tilting his face toward the sky like he’s trying to remem

KAIAIf anxiety could burn calories, I would definitely have abs by now.Days after days had passed and now, it's finally the day I've only dreamt about in my nightmares.The day of physical training and my heart’s been doing Zumba since sunrise even though I'd been paying extra attention to Maddox's and Hailey's training sessions.Because what do you mean I have to tackle grown ass she-wolves that clearly and openly hate the shit out of me and would like to murder me at any chance they get.All around the field, a few are stretching while most are bundled around Lillian and Louise under the shade of one of the newly erected canopies, attention shifting to the middle of the field at regular intervals while they continue chattering.There are some sitting cross legged, definitely because they are confident they are going to win. And then, there's me. I’m also sitting cross-legged on the sidelines but

KAIASoft.That’s the first thing I notice — how ridiculously soft the thing under me feels. Like sleeping on clouds dipped in marshmallows soft.Oh.Wait.Did I die?Because no mattress has ever felt this soft beneath me. Which means… holy crap, I did it.I made it to heaven.I actually made it in.I blink my eyes open, everything blindingly white at first — curtains, sheets, light filtering in like a halo — and yeah, this is definitely heaven. I remembered telling God my place in heaven must be a mansion every time I slip a five dollar bill into the blind man’s bag.Heaven mansion with marshmallow clouds. Definitely where good people go after getting absolutely… demolished in front of an audience.I smile weakly to myself. “Guess being nice pays off after all.”“Uncle Ronnie! Uncle Maddie! She’s waking up!