All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The hours crawl by, each minute dragging on longer than the last. My focus is shot; Claudia consumes my thoughts like a relentless pull in my chest. The constant urge to get up and check on her gnaws at me, an itch I can’t scratch. By the time the clock strikes 6 PM, I’m already halfway down the staircase, my boots echoing in the empty corridor as I rush back to the castle hospital.I’ve long since ditched that ridiculous outfit Reid gave me, replacing it with black jeans and a black shirt that clings to my body. It feels more like me, more controlled. But Claudia—those jewel-blue eyes of hers—has a way of cracking through my restraint. I knew she would. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.When I reach her room, the sight of her sleeping freezes me in place. She looks so peaceful, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythms. Guilt tugs at me for what I’m about to do—for waking her when it’s clear she needs the rest—but I can’t leave her here. She said she wants to go back to

When I enter my room again, I pause at the threshold, taking it all in. It’s exactly as it was before—the same pink bedding, the lace curtains, the vanity with its fairy lights. But none of it feels like me anymore. There’s a faint musty smell, the kind that comes from rooms left unlived in for too long, and it squeezes at my chest. It’s been cleaned, that much is clear, but it feels like stepping into a time capsule. A version of me frozen in place.I don’t know who I am now, but I know I’m not this.Restless, my mind still seething with how easily Asher bested me, I move to the large bifold doors leading to the balcony. The cold night air spills in as I push them wide open, but the fleece is warm enough to ward off the chill. I step outside, taking in the view.The ocean stretches endlessly before me, the dark blues of the sky merging seamlessly with the water. Stars shimmer like scattered diamonds, and the moon’s reflection ripples across the waves. It’s breathtaking. Peaceful. The

I had fucked up. I knew it the second the words left my lips.“You’re weak!”The second the words hit the air, I cringed. But for the briefest moment, I saw it—the fire in her eyes. That spark of defiance. It was then I knew the only way to bring Claudia back would be to antagonize her. It was a risky move. I wasn’t sure if she’d thank me by the end or if I was just handing her the hammer to nail my coffin shut.I was going to be an asshole. An asshole to save her. I just hoped it worked.I spent the entire night replaying the moment in my head. She’d been through hell, and I had the audacity to call her weak. Weak, when I knew exactly why. After everything—the trauma, the blood siphoning, the drugs—I still called her weak. Part of me wanted to apologize, but I knew that wasn’t what she needed. She needed to fight back. And for that brief flash of fire, it had been worth it.Fate, it seemed, decided to give me another opportunity. I found her dithering by the castle gates, muttering t

In the changing room, I adjust the sports bra and leggings, debating whether to step out and show Asher or just move on to the next set. The outfit fits like a glove, and that’s exactly why I hesitate. Every inch of my curves is on display. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in so long. Even the lingerie I had for Braden was modest—a soft, flowing slip that brushed my knees. This, though... this feels like I’m practically naked.A knot forms in my stomach. I shouldn’t care this much, but part of me craves Asher’s approval. If I walk out there and he disapproves, the whole pack will see me like this. I need to be sure it’s right. If I make the wrong choice, will Asher be angry with me? I know Braden would scold me for even looking at something like this. I stare at my legs in the mirror, as if somehow that will give me the answer, when the curtain jerks open.“What’s taking so long?” Asher’s voice is low, but the irritation is unmistakable. His words falter the moment his eyes land

Sabrina.I can’t tell if I’m overreacting, but every sweet smile and laugh seems to drip with insincerity. My eyes narrow as her nails trail down Asher's chest, her voice dipping into a whisper by his ear. I don't catch his reply, as the waitress returns with our desserts.“Oh, I love chocolate,” she giggles, leaning into his side. Asher tenses. His face is unreadable, but the fact that he hasn't told her to leave—or said anything at all—twists in my chest.He slides one of the desserts toward me, but the rich, velvety chocolate barely tempts me now. Still, I pick up my spoon, swallowing past the lump forming in my throat. Sabrina makes a show of tasting her dessert—or Asher’s. Her soft hums and exaggerated moans echo, the sound almost indecent, as if she wants the entire restaurant to remember exactly what she sounds like in bed. Or one person more specifically. Asher tugs at his collar, his grip tightening around his wine glass as he takes another sip. I focus on finishing my desse