All Chapters of Born For The Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Arda jolted awake, startled by the firm hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open to see Gillow beside her, dressed in pajamas, his tousled hair framing his sharp features. She blinked in confusion. She had gone to bed alone the night before—when had he returned? "What is it? You're having a bad dream?" he asked, his voice low but laced with concern. "No, I was just startled," she murmured, her heartbeat slowing. "Hmm. Anyway, it's morning," he said. Arda rubbed her eyes, still disoriented. She hadn’t realized she’d slept so long. Sunlight was streaming faintly through the curtains. "I didn’t see you come in," she said, her voice soft. "I know. You were sleeping like a baby," Gillow replied, his lips curling into a slight smile. "But it’s already 7:30, and you’re still sleeping. I couldn’t resist waking you up." Before she could protest, he was already helping her sit upright, his hands steady but firm. “I need to head out early today,” he continued, watching her closely, “but

Arda shut her eyes, resigned to her fate. The sharp points of Sue’s fangs pressed against her skin, their sting a chilling reminder of what was to come. Sue’s breaths, raw and animalistic, mingled with Arda’s trembling gasps. Any second now, the fangs would pierce through. Each passing moment dragged like eternity. The fangs pushed deeper, enough to cause discomfort, though not yet to draw blood. Sue was slow, hesitant, as if something—or someone—was holding her back. Arda heard a low growl. It wasn’t Sue. This sound was darker, commanding, and laced with undeniable authority. Her eyes flew open. She already knew who it was before she saw him. Gillow stood crouched low, his intense gaze locked onto Sue’s wild, predatory eyes. His teeth were bared in a snarl, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “Sue,” he growled, his voice a blend of control and challenge. “You’re stronger than this. Control your want—control your need. You’re in charge. Always.” Sue’s feral growls softened. Her g

Karina lingered outside Ray’s office, her arms crossed as she waited for Arda. Inside, Arda faced Ray, who was seated behind his desk, his eyes cold and unwelcoming. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted, her voice steady despite his penetrating gaze. Ray didn’t bother with formalities. “Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, Arda. Since this isn’t our scheduled thesis meeting, I assume you have something important to tell me. So, get to it.” “The answer is no,” she said flatly. His eyebrows arched. “What?” “I said, the answer is no.” Ray rose from his seat and walked slowly toward her, his expression darkening with each step. “Is that your final answer?” he asked, his voice low and menacing. “Yes.” “Then prepare to fail—and lose your last scholarship payment.” Arda met his gaze, unflinching. “I know what you are,” she said suddenly. Ray froze, his composure faltering for the briefest moment. “What did you say?” “I know what you are,” she repeated, her tone firm. “And what exa

Following Karina’s haste, Arda was back inside the car where Chester sat waiting, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. “You guys took forever,” he muttered as they climbed in. He started the car but cast a glance their way. “And you both look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Not a ghost,” Karina replied, her tone sharp. “A werewolf. Her professor, to be exact.” Chester’s head snapped toward her. “What? What pack is he from? And what happened?” Karina waved him off. “We’ll explain later. Please just get us out of here.” Chester frowned but said nothing, focusing on the road. The car sped down the winding path, sunlight filtering through the trees, casting eerie shadows across the dashboard. After a tense silence, he tried again. “Are you going to tell me now?” Arda exhaled, her voice tight. “Professor Ray has been asking me out. I refused. He didn’t take it well and started threatening my grades—and my scholarship.” Chester’s grip on the wheel tightened. “That’s messed up.” “It g

Gillow’s athletic smooth skin split like the bark of a tree. Wiry silver hairs sprouted forth. His already wolf-turned piercing and intense crimson eyes seemed ruddier as his transformation progressed. His bones moved beneath his skin like mechanical vipers; audible cracks cut through the air as his limbs cracked, ripping his pants open. He fell to his knees and then forward on his contorting hands. On all fours, he proudly gave himself over to his darker nature. His flesh visibly moved, his tissues rearranging. His mouth spotted emerging fangs. His handsome face distorted as his jaw extended, with his skull changing shape and longer beastly hairs sprouting forth. His hands gnarled and his fingers curled back as claws burst out. As howls continued to fill the air from surrounding pack members, low guttural growls escaped him, his claws firm on the ground. He was no longer himself. He was a werewolf vampire in his beastly form. He was distinct from the pack, being the only one