All Chapters of Become Hot Alpha's Secretary: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LEA'S POVEven though the cake I made didn't turn out as planned that night, I still felt relieved. Easton didn’t make a big deal out of it. He ate it with a smile as if that hard cake was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His light laughter and relaxed demeanour made me feel like it wasn’t a big issue.We decided to go out for dinner. Easton drove himself, without a chauffeur, and held my hand gently the entire way. We ended up at one of our favourite fancy restaurants, which we often visited for special meals."Is your stomach okay?" I asked, concerned after he ate my tough cake. While I was sure it wasn’t poisonous, I still wanted to check if his stomach felt alright afterwards.Easton briefly looked down at his stomach before looking at me with a playful grin. "Yeah, it's bad… because I think I'm starving right now."I burst out laughing. I had been worried, but he always had a way of turning things into a joke, even at moments like this. It made me happy knowing Easton didn’t care

Lea’s POVThere hasn’t been an unpleasant day since Easton and I became mates. Despite the countless challenges and obstacles in our relationship, whether from within or outside the pack, we’ve always managed to overcome them. Our love and sacred bond have strengthened us, allowing us to hold on to each other. Even when the shadows of my past tried to come between us, we remained steadfast, proving that we were meant to be together.But there are always busy days behind all the joy I’ve experienced. As a Luna, my job isn’t just to sit and supervise the work of other werewolves. There’s no such thing as being a "queen" in this pack. I work hard to contribute and bring value to others.Sometimes, I visit the pack’s camps to give direct guidance and advice, helping the female werewolves manage themselves and train their skills. I also handle various things I can help with for the pack's future. One of my roles includes providing guidance and making unique visits to werewolf shelters for

ALPHA CARLOS POV"What happened to my daughter?" My voice boomed across the room as soon as I heard the news that Jasmine had been found unconscious. Panic surged through me as I rushed over to her, seeing her lying there, eyes closed, unresponsive even as I called her name repeatedly. My daughter looked so weak, so helpless, even as I shook her arm over and over."Jasmine? Wake up." I patted her cheeks a few times, then touched her forehead. She had no fever, just a fading purple bruise and scratch marks on her arm. I remembered Jasmine leaving the house in perfect health. There were no signs she was ill or suffering from any discomfort. She looked beautiful, and her favorite red lipstick was on.She left, saying, "I’ll bring good news back for you, Father."But now, I received the most devastating news instead of good news. Jasmine had returned with her eyes tightly shut, her body unresponsive. The confident smile and proud smirk that I had always cherished were gone. Her alpha aura

LEA’S POVI trudged towards the living room, where the guest the servant had mentioned was meeting with Easton. I was still half-asleep, the drowsiness lingering, when I finally heard Easton’s voice, its weight radiating from where I stood. “What? They’re asking me to hand over Lea for execution?”I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed. Despite that, I could now clearly hear Easton’s voice and the Alpha Carlos envoy. They were talking about me, no doubt because of the fight I had with Jasmine earlier this afternoon.“I’ll be the one to kill her, because I know for sure she’s the one who caused all the chaos.” Easton’s voice wasn’t loud, but the pressure he exuded was overwhelming. Even from this distance, my heart pounded fiercely. I was sure an intense, terrifying aura filled the room.I continued walking as I felt more stable. I approached the doorway connecting the living room to the rest of the house. From here, I could see Easton’s back, sitting with his legs crossed, facing a

JASMINE'S POVWith boots on and protective gear, I walked toward the camp with my chin held high. I was fully healed, with no scars or anything to hold me back. Confidently, I stopped before the fighters, prepared for the battle ahead. These were all fighters trained by my father and Beta. These werewolves had been trained to use weapons and their bodies to fight and eliminate enemies without mercy. Some of them bore deep scars from previous wars—so deep that their werewolf healing abilities couldn't fully restore their skin to its original state.I scanned everyone present, ensuring no signs of fear or hesitation. "Prepare yourselves, we’ll soon be launching an attack on the White Moon pack."The strength of the White Moon pack was no exaggeration; they were highly trained werewolves with formidable abilities. But that didn’t scare me because my fighters were just as skilled. They had the experience of numerous battles behind them."Make sure no one deserts or flees, because this is