Semua Bab One Night with Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Mia MillerI stepped through the bar door, my eyes frantically searching for Charlotte amidst the crowd. My hands trembled, and my heart pounded in my chest.There aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe everything I'm going through.I scanned with my eyes and finally spotted Charlotte in a corner of the bar.I fought against the tightness in my chest as I made my way through the bar's corridor, trying to focus on the flashing lights, which seemed to try to calm all the pain within me."Mia, are you okay?" She approached and hugged me."Charlotte…" My voice could barely sustain the pain engulfing me. "He… He was with her."I hadn't even sat down yet, and I began recounting every detail.My words escaped amidst sobs, anger and hurt overflowing with every syllable. Her embrace was a safe harbor at that moment. The weight of betrayal settled in my chest, turning each breath into an effort."Everything I believed to be solid has crumbled, Char. I trusted him so much…

Ethan Greenwood The smell of cigarette smoke mixes with the low-volume music.My eyes and ears examined the movement in the bar, capturing every detail. It was another acquisition.We hid a nightclub behind an innocent bar. It was one of our best strategies to keep our secret.I owned the biggest lumber company in Colorado. I was also expanding other businesses around here.I dominated my pack with an iron fist, and I never failed to make enemies wherever I went."You look cheerful today, my Alpha," my beta approached me, resting an arm on the counter as her gaze swept the room."New business is always exciting, Nick." I leaned on the counter, turning to face him, a subtle smile touching my lips as I watched the surrounding crowd. " But I hate these humans.""They smell terrible," Nick commented.Being an Alpha in a world of humans requires all of us to be very careful and discreet.We had a reserve here in Estes Park, where we could just be wolves.I drove to the

Mia MillerAmong all the possible situations, I never imagined seeing my father leave our home lifeless. My mind was a mess; while my son was kidnapped, I still had to deal with the grief of my father's death.I wondered, lying there staring at the ceiling, what I had done wrong to deserve so many terrible things?I truly didn’t know.I sat on the floor of the living room, my arms wrapped around my legs, while emptiness and pain consumed my chest. The house was silent and cold, reflecting the state of my heart. My father was gone, and my son, my little Lorenzo, was in the hands of someone I didn't even know. The weight of it all was unbearable, and I didn't know what to do anymore.I began to think about all the choices I had made up to this point, questioning each one. How did I get here? How did I allow my life to fall apart like this? If I had told Ethan about Lorenzo earlier... Maybe none of this would be happening. But I didn’t know who he was. I b

Ethan GreenwoodI took a sip of my drink while staring intently at the photo of Mia Miller on my computer. It was a recent image, but it still captured her essence; that defiant look, mixed with a vulnerability that intrigued me. How could a mere human awaken something in me? Something I hadn’t felt in years?I wasn’t the type to get involved easily. If I did get involved with someone, it was usually with handpicked women, and always wolves.It was easier that way—no complications, no surprises. But Mia… Mia was different. From the moment I saw her, something changed. Her scent, that soft yet electrifying touch… it completely disarmed me.I knew I was crossing a dangerous line when I got involved with her. That night, I forgot everything and just let myself be carried away by desire. I believed it would be just a moment, a fleeting memory. But now, two years later, here I was, dealing with a surprise I never imagined. A child.Anger boiled in my chest. How dare she hide from me that I

Mia MillerI slowly open my eyes, and as I look at the ceiling, I realize where I am—this isn't a nightmare. I was waking up in Ethan's house. Damn it.Immediately, my first thought of the day is about my son. How is my baby? It's impossible not to let the tears fall every time I think of Lorenzo. I just wanted to hold my baby and never let him go. Never again.I hear a knock on the door and look at the clock on my phone; it's eight in the morning. Who could be bothering me at this hour?I quickly get up and look at myself; I slept in the same clothes I was wearing, a super tight pair of jeans.I opened the door slowly, still rubbing my eyes, and there he was.His suit was perfectly aligned, his beard neatly trimmed, and his hair was styled—what did this man want?"Good morning," he said in a serious tone.I rolled my eyes. He was the last person I wanted to see. In fact, I hated him."Get ready. We're going to the police station."I widened my eyes. "Police st