All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I head to my room, stripping off the rest of my clothes before stepping into the shower. The hot water beats down on my shoulders, loosening the knots that have settled deep into my muscles. Steam coils around me, but even the heat can't burn away the tension crawling beneath my skin. I can’t begin to understand someone like Braden – twisted, calculating. What else is he capable of? The thought makes my stomach twist. All I know is that I have to make sure she isn’t the person he’s she once was anymore.I dry off quickly, slipping into fresh clothes while I check my phone. A few messages flicker across the screen, and I fire off a quick text to Erin, telling her to keep her mouth shut around Claudia. I’m taking over her training. The scout being here leaves me no choice. Erin replies almost immediately, and I can feel her disappointment through the screen. I get it. She’s put in the work. But this is different. I’ll still let her handle some things, but not this. This is too dangerous

I lie on the floor, watching Asher walk away. A whimper escapes me as a single tear slides down my cheek. What am I thinking? The look on his face ... something twists painfully inside me, tight and unforgiving. I don't know what happened. He's the one who chased me down in nothing but a towel, the one who insisted on spanking me like some naughty child. And now he's surprised to find out I liked it.I'm torn between getting up and screaming at him for leaving me like this or finishing the job myself. Shame digs its claws deeper, and I wish I hadn't said those words out loud. I hadn't meant to it just happened.It was the way he touched me, the way his eyes roamed my body. Every brush of his skin felt like a hundred sparks igniting. The thought of his head between my thighs was too much—too vivid. I hadn't meant to say it. I only meant to think it. But it slipped out.Now I shudder, the rough fabric of my jumper scraping painfully against sensitive skin. My nipples ache, pressing agai

I spin, heart hammering against my ribs as the growl slices through the trees. Where is it coming from? Shit. I don't even know where I am. The woods press in around me, unfamiliar and vast. My breath comes shallow, and just as I take a step back, a blur of dark brown fur lunges toward me.I scream, the sound tearing from my throat and vanishing into the dense forest. Will anyone hear me? Or is this it?Before I can brace myself, I hit the ground hard, the sting of pine needles pricking my skin. A flash of red fills my vision.“Got you!” Erin’s laughter breaks through, wild and carefree. Her face hovers above mine, strands of her hair catching on my lips. I groan, shoving her off as the stitch in my side twists painfully.“Yeah, you did, you bitch. I can’t even breathe!” I rasp, rolling onto my knees.Erin cackles and holds out a hand, her grin wide and unrepentant. I scowl as I take it, pulling myself up.“You're always naked.” I shake my head at her bare skin, trying to sound exaspe

“Thank you, ladies, but I should—”“Don’t worry, dear. We meet every Tuesday if you want to join us again,” Tilly offers, and I catch them elbowing each other with knowing glances. Warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I feel the blush rise despite myself.“Thank you. I will,” I reply, placing down the tangled mess of knitting that's no good to anyone. I bid them goodbye and slip away, deciding to follow the path where I saw Asher and the old man disappear. His scent lingers in the air, sharp and distinct, cutting through the others like a beacon. It pulls me forward, as if guiding me with invisible strings.I trail along the riverbank, heart beating a little faster as I spot them ahead. The old man and Asher laugh together, and something inside me softens at the sound. Asher's laugh is deep, unguarded, the kind that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. I linger, savoring the rare moment, wishing to hear it again.The sun dances over the water as we cross the bridge to the other side

“When I kiss you, it’s because I know you’re mine.” Asher’s rough, deep voice loops in my head like a song I can’t turn off. We walk through the pack grounds, his easy smile never fading. Every so often, his hand brushes my arm, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. The air between us pulls tight, crackling with something I can’t name, something I’m not sure I want to resist anymore.If Asher can be honest about what he feels, then I'm no longer going to deny mine. It’s easier said than done. Over the next few days, as we train together, his eyes burn hotter. Even in the middle of sparring, I can feel it — he’s undressing me with his gaze. There are moments I catch the way he looks at me, and I know he’s imagining things far from innocent. The worst part? My body betrays me, spiraling under his stare. A single glance from him and my core tightens, my legs trembling as heat pools low in my belly.Sparring like this is torture. The best kind. He hasn’t pushed me to shift again,