All Chapters of Born For The Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air in the dungeon was cold and damp, each step Gillow took echoing ominously in the narrow corridor. Arda clung to his shoulder, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion. His grip on her was firm, unyielding, and his movements unnaturally fast—a blur of supernatural power that left her disoriented.“Don’t worry, mate,” Gillow said, his deep voice a chilling mixture of reassurance and authority. “I’ve changed my mind. I will not have you flogged.”For a fleeting moment, relief washed over Arda. But it vanished as quickly as it came.“Instead,” he continued, “you will decide the fate of your friends.”Her breath hitched, her pulse quickening. Friends? They were alive?Gillow finally stopped, setting her down on her feet. Arda stumbled, her eyes darting around the dimly lit dungeon area. Her relief at hearing her friends were alive was immediately replaced by dread as her gaze landed on two cells.Inside them, her friends were bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Heavy chains secured

Gillow didn’t respond immediately, his expression unreadable as he carried her back toward their bedroom. When they reached the threshold, he nudged the door open with his foot and stepped inside. The air was heavy with tension, and her heart pounded in her chest.Gently, he laid her down on the bed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She had loosened her braids and washed her hair. It smelled good.Arda felt his touch. It was unexpectedly tender, his movements uncharacteristically calm. She stared up at him, unsure whether to feel relieved or more alarmed.“I felt like putting you to bed,” he said quietly, his voice soft but weighted with something she couldn’t quite place.Before she could respond, he leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. His lips were warm, yet as he lingered, a dreadful familiar shift began to take place.Arda noticed it first in his breathing—it grew heavier, uneven. His face hovered close to hers, his forehead creased as though he was fig

Arda trailed far behind Gillow, her legs struggling to keep up with his long, determined strides. The bright corridor of the administration building seemed to stretch endlessly before her, sunlight streaming through the tall windows, illuminating the polished floors. People passed by on their own errands, their chatter and footsteps filling the space, but all Arda could focus on was Gillow’s imposing figure moving steadily ahead.His shoulders were taut, his fists clenched at his sides, radiating a fury she didn’t dare interrupt. She wanted to call out to him, to ask him to slow down, but she swallowed the words. The thought of drawing the attention of the people around them, of exposing whatever this was in public, made her hesitate. Instead, she hurried as best as she could, her breaths coming in short, anxious gasps.By the time she reached the professor’s office, Gillow had already disappeared inside. The door was ajar, and she paused just outside, gripping the edge of the frame a

As the car rolled out of the school premises, Arda turned to Gillow, curiosity in her eyes. “Where are we going now?”“To transform your hair,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Did you think I was joking?”She perked up, excited. “Really? I like that. Thanks.” She gave him the address of the small salon where she usually got her hair done. It wasn’t fancy—just a low-end place with no air conditioning, but the stylists knew their craft, and they always gave her a discount.Gillow arched a brow. “We’ll be going somewhere else.”Arda frowned. “But I’ve been going there for years. They know me, and I always get a discount.”He smirked, clearly amused. “You’ll like the new place. Now that cost is no longer a problem, let’s do it right.”Arda liked the idea but felt a pang of guilt at ditching the people who had been doing her hair for years just because Gillow was paying better. She bit her lip, debating whether to protest further, but when they arrived at the salon, her argument

When Arda's nails were done, she admired the result, turning her hands under the light with a pleased smile. The polished, glossy sheen made the short length artificial nails look elegant, and she felt an undeniable satisfaction. Gillow, watching her, chuckled softly. “They look perfect.” She grinned. “I agree. Thanks.” The beautician beamed when Gillow tipped her generously. “Thank you so much, sir!” she gushed, her gratitude evident. Gillow nodded in acknowledgment before guiding Arda out of the salon. As they settled into the car, she continued admiring her nails, twisting her fingers and tilting them at different angles. She had truly enjoyed the day so far. Gillow stole a glance at her, amused by her fascination. It pleased him that she was happy. Arda, however, soon realized she had no idea where they were heading. Lowering her hands, she turned to him. “Where are we going now?” she asked curiously. He smirked, eyes still on the road. “Has someone forgotten somet