All Chapters of The Alpha’s Hidden Heiress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ARIA'S POVDante's words were so raw and rough, sending a wave of emotions crashing through me. I suddenly felt my defenses faltering, weakening under the intensity of his stare.I had to remind myself: he was the one who hurt me, who chose to believe lies over the truth, who doubted me. I was the one who had bled, who had been humiliated in front of everyone.Can someone, anyone at all, tell me why the hell I felt that familiar pang in my chest, the one that reminded me of the Dante I once knew, the Dante I had once loved?He let out a sigh, almost as if he could sense my inner struggle. “Aria,” he whispered, his voice softer, carrying something that sounded too much like regret.Hearing him say my name like that, like it was a plea, made my heart twist. I shouldn’t have cared. I should’ve stayed angry, but I couldn’t help myself.I sighed and turned to Adam. “Leave us for a moment,” I said, my tone firm.Adam’s eyes darted between Dante and me, looking clearly skeptical. “Aria, are

ARIA'S POVI couldn't help but roll my eyes.“Another problem. Just what I needed,” I thought to myself.Before I could even think of a reply, Dante did something that surprised the hell out of me.Instead of calling me out or making things worse, he stepped up beside me, shoulders squared, and said, “Mother, Linda, I think you are forgetting something important here,” he paused to look at Linda, and then at Agatha, “Aria here… she has connections with the Griffith family, the highest rulers of all the wolf packs. It could be useful for us so please… let's put an end to the unnecessary drama.”I blinked, and for a second, I was sure I had misheard him.Dante, of all people, had just defended me?I looked over at Linda and Agatha, and their wide-eyed expressions mirrored my own shock. It was like they were in some kind of dream state, probably thinking they were hallucinating.Because really, who would have thought that Dante, who usually had a knack for making situations more explosiv

LINDA'S POVMy whole body was shaking with rage and humiliation.How could this be happening?One minute I was on top of the world, showing off my prized painting, and the next... everything was falling apart.I watched Aria, noticed the way her face tightened for a split second. She opened her mouth, probably ready with another clever little lie.But before she could say a word, Alpha Ezra raised his hand, cutting her off. "No, wait," he said, his tone softening in a way that made my blood boil. "I apologize for the questions, Aria. I do trust you."The words hit me like a physical blow. HE TRUSTED HER? Even with the paint still wet and all that? He was just going to let it slide?A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You trust her but not me?" I shouted, unable to contain myself any longer. My voice echoed off the walls, making everyone flinch. "How can you just accept her word over mine?"Alpha Ezra turned to me, his face calm, too calm, like he was dealing with a chil

DANTE'S POVI sat near the edge of the hall, pretending to listen to the small talk going on around me, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.I couldn’t get Aria out of my mind. She had given Grandfather the Tears of the Moonstone, which definitely got everyone's attention.Don't get me wrong, it was a kind gesture. I should have been impressed, and I was — sort of. But there was something about it that bothered me.Why did she feel the need to bid against me for it at the auction if she was already planning on giving it to him? Was she giving it to him out of some sense of loyalty or affection? Or was there another motive?Lately, Aria had become a puzzle I couldn’t figure out, no matter how many pieces I tried to put together. Every time I thought I had her figured out, she would do something to completely throw me off. And if I was being honest with myself, thoughts of her had been keeping me up at night.I shook my head, trying to clear the anxiety. This wasn't the time or plac

ARIA'S POVDante's words hung in the air between us. I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, all tangled up inside me, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak.I saw something raw and vulnerable in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen in a very long time. But then, just as quickly, another memory pushed its way in — the memory of the child I had lost, our child. The loss that had torn me apart, that had left me shattered. And it had been his fault.Because of his cheating, his careless, nonchalant attitude towards me… his refusal to see me, really see me.The pain of that bitter memory cut deep, and suddenly, I felt a rush of anger rise within me like a wave crashing against the rocks.I pulled my hand away from his grasp, shaking my head. “You want to know why I don’t rely on you?” I snapped, my voice shaking with the force of my emotions. “It's because you never gave me a reason to, Dante. Because every time I’ve needed you, you’ve turned your back. You’ve lied, cheated, and pretended like n