Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With a Criminal Alpha: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I stepped out of the locker room, the scent of sweat and adrenaline still clinging to me. But all of that faded away the moment I saw Katrina. She was sitting on a bench, her bright smile cutting through the fog in my mind. I couldn't help but smile back, though my thoughts were still tangled in Coach’s words.“If you accept that offer, you’ll be in the same league as her,” Coach had said, his voice carrying both pride and a warning. He subtly nodded toward Katrina. “But remember, it’s a betrayal to the pack. I arranged this meeting in secret so your friends wouldn’t know. The decision is yours, Arch.”“Yes, Coach,” I had muttered, still unsure, as I headed toward Katrina. Lunch was on the agenda, but my mind was buzzing with too many questions.When I reached her, she looked up, her eyes searching mine for something I wasn’t ready to give. I offered her a small smile, trying to keep it casual. “Ready?” I asked, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me.She nodded, and we walk

A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. “And I think I’m falling for him…” My voice cracked, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me.Daphne’s expression softened immediately, and she reached out to pull me into a tight hug. “You should avoid him for now, babe.”I shook my head as I pulled back slightly, wiping away the tear with the back of my hand. “I can’t do that.”“Why not?” Her eyes searched mine, trying to understand.“Because I work at my father’s company this summer. He was there, Daphne…” I trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.Daphne’s eyes widened in realization. “What?! That’s why you’ve been missing our parties all along?! And what do you mean, ‘was’?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “Yes, I worked there, and he recently got fired because of what I did. It’s a long story. And… I also worked with my father to avoid Damien. How is he, by the way?”Daphne’s concern morphed into exasperation. “Well, I’m

The next few days passed in a blur of books and me working my ass for my father’s project. Archer hadn’t shown up at the project site again. I knew it was because of what my father did, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.School started again, and I found myself hoping, wishing, that I might see him. I missed him so much. Ever since that incredible night of dancing and drinking in his world, we hadn’t crossed paths.He doesn’t even answer my texts and calls.As I stepped onto the school grounds, I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time. But, like every other time, it ended with his voicemail. My heart sank as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.The weird looks from my classmates didn’t help. Their eyes were on me, some filled with shock, others with dread, and a few... with pity. I could feel the weight of their stares, their whispers following me like shadows.“Hey, you okay?” a girl I didn’t recognize asked.“What? Of course, I am!” I snapped, confusion

The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open. Lavender and polished mahogany hit me all at once. Home.But tonight, it felt anything but welcoming. My feet barely touched the marble floor before the maids rushed over, their eyes darting between relief and fear.“Katrina!” My mother’s voice cut through the room, sharp and frantic. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, eyes wide and wild. “Oh gosh, Katrina! Where have you been? We’ve been searching for you for twenty-four hours! If we hadn’t found you, we would’ve reported it to the police gamma!”“Sorry, Mom,” I croaked, my throat sore from crying. The words felt empty, distant.“Come here, you brat!” she snapped, descending the stairs quickly. Her grip on my arm was tight, almost painful, as she shoved me onto the couch. Her face was flushed with anger.“Mom, please,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”“Absolutely not!” she barked, crossing her arms. “I need ans

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, wiping the sweat off my forehead as I walked down the dimly lit hallway. The roar of the crowd grew louder with each step I took toward the boxing ring. It was my championship game, and everything was on the line. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, the air thick with anticipation.As I rounded the corner, I spotted my omega friends at the edge of the ring, their voices cutting through the noise. They were shouting my name, waving wads of cash in the air, their grins wide and wild. I couldn’t help but smirk at their antics, but the moment of levity was short-lived.The sharp blast of the referee’s whistle snapped me back to reality.The fight had started.My opponent was a beast—bulky, relentless, and throwing punches like a machine. Every hit landed hard, my face stinging with each blow. I could taste the metallic tang of blood, and I knew my face was already bruised and swollen. But I wasn’t going to stay down.I hit the mat ha