All Chapters of In Love With a Criminal Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Katrina.I had just found out that Archer was fired because of my father. The moment the news hit, a storm of anger and frustration welled up inside me. Without a second thought, I stormed to my father’s office, throwing the door open and slamming my hands on his desk.“Why did you do it?”“Manners, Katrina. Didn’t Lily teach you that in your Luna lessons?” he responded, his eyes still fixed on his monitor as he continued typing.His calm demeanor only fueled my agitation. “Oh, stop teaching me about manners like a good person, Dad! I know what you did to Archer!”“Ellington, hmm. Him again?” He finally swiveled his chair to look at me, folding his arms and clicking his tongue. “What about him, my princess? Is he pestering you again?”“What? No!”His gaze hardened. “I found a video clip of you and Archer having an intimate moment. You know… the way you look at Archer felt different compared to the way you look at your boyfriend. Anyone could tell there’s something going on between you

Archer.I hurried Katrina onto the bike, her eyes wide with lingering terror. “Get on!” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended. We couldn’t stay here. Not with that thing lurking.She climbed on, clutching me tightly as I revved the engine and took off. The roar of the bike drowned out the pounding of my heart, but I couldn’t shake the image of that creature from my mind. My eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of it shifting into a shadowy figure that seemed to melt into the darkness.“Archer, what was that thing?” Katrina’s voice was a mix of fear and confusion, her grip tightening around my waist.“I don’t know,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on the road. “But we’re not sticking around to find out.”We sped down the deserted streets, the wind whipping past us. I felt her trembling against my back, and I wished I could offer more reassurance. But the truth was, I had no idea what we were up against.“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice muffled by the wind and h

My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the party’s music. Damien’s gaze bore into me, his eyes pleading for an answer I wasn’t ready to give. Caleb’s smirk only fueled my anger, his words like gasoline on a fire that was already burning out of control.“Katrina,” Damien’s voice was quieter now, almost desperate. “Is it true?”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to hold onto whatever composure I had left. The truth was a heavy weight on my tongue, one that I wasn’t sure I could swallow anymore.“What if it is?” I finally said, my voice cold, distant. I watched as Damien’s face crumpled, the pain in his eyes slicing through me like a knife.“So, you were with him?” His voice cracked, the hurt unmistakable.I didn’t answer right away, my mind racing through every memory, every moment I’d tried to bury. The late-night rides, the way Archer’s presence had become a comfort I couldn’t deny. But admitting it now, in front of everyone, felt like ripping open a wo

Katrina.I wanted to crush that girl Megan’s skull in my hand, but I managed to rein myself in. This wasn’t my den—it was theirs, and I wasn’t about to make problems for Archer. Not tonight, anyway.“Come, Kat…” Archer grabbed my arm, his touch firm yet comforting as we wove through the crowd. The club was alive with noise—laughter, clinking glasses, and music that thrummed through the floor. The moment we approached a table, a group of people instantly recognized Archer, wrapping him in tight hugs and backslaps.“Wow, Archer! You’re here… and with a girl…” A middle-aged man staggered toward me, his beer sloshing as he swayed on unsteady feet. His eyes, glazed and slightly unfocused, lit up when they landed on me. “Oh, it’s a pretty girl! Miss, can I hold your hand?”“Lawrence!” Archer’s voice held a warning, but the man just laughed, a deep, belly-shaking sound.“Don’t be so tense, Arch! I’m just going to read her palm! It’s palm reading night!” he announced, and suddenly, the whol

"Urgh! You dumbass bitch! Why did you do that?" I shrieked, the frustration echoing off the walls of my room. I stood in front of the mirror, glaring at my reflection, as if the girl staring back at me was someone else—someone who deserved all the blame."What were you thinking?" I muttered, my voice dripping with self-reproach. The memory of what I’d done to Archer replayed in my mind like a broken record.I tore my gaze away from the mirror, my eyes scanning the chaotic mess that was my wardrobe. Clothes were strewn everywhere—silk blouses crumpled over designer skirts, heels tossed haphazardly on the floor. I needed to clear my head, and I knew exactly how to do it."Gosh, I need to get out of here," I mumbled, rifling through the racks of clothes in search of something that screamed power and confidence. What better way to erase the memory of my embarrassment than with a shopping spree? Retail therapy always worked wonders, didn’t it?Sighing, I glanced at my reflection in the fu