All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Connor’s POV I sat in the dimly lit room, staring at the empty bed Aria was lying on hours earlier. The tension in my muscles refused to ease, even as I rolled my shoulders. My neck still stung from where her fiance had gripped me earlier, but it wasn’t the physical pain gnawing at me—it was something deeper. Something I didn’t understand. My wolf had been restless ever since we first met him. Every time I caught a whiff of him, my wolf would growl low and whimper in frustration. It made no sense. Why would his presence agitate me so much? I clenched my fists, trying to keep calm. Who is he, really? How did he even find my pack’s location? I doubt he’s been here before—I would have remembered him. And yet, there was something unsettlingly familiar about him, something I couldn’t quite place. Then there was her—Aria. Or Ivy, as she now called herself. She lay peacefully on my bed earlier, completely unaware of the storm she had brought with her. Seeing her again after all these ye

Ivy’s POVThe soft, distant howl broke through the night again, this time sharper and more insistent. It lingered in the still air, wrapping itself around me like icy tendrils. My breath caught, and a shiver ran down my spine despite the lingering warmth from the shower. I turned off the water abruptly, my heartbeat quickening. Wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I tried to push away the unease clawing at the edges of my mind. But that sound—wild, raw, filled with anger and something primal—refused to be silenced. It wasn’t an ordinary wolf’s call. Something was wrong. I dressed quickly, my movements hurried and jerky as I tried to focus. My senses felt sharper, as though my body was reacting to something before my mind could process it. The howl replayed in my memory, over and over, each note stirring a deeper sense of dread. When I stepped out of the bathroom, the room was empty. Leo was gone, the door leading to the hallway slightly ajar. Faint voices floated in, one of them sha

Ivy’s POVThe boardroom was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. But the tension in the air was suffocating as my assistant and I entered. The representatives from the family-owned company sat on the other side of the table, their expressions guarded.Introductions were made, pleasantries exchanged, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. The patriarch of the family, a stern man with graying hair, barely spoke. His son did most of the talking, his words smooth but hollow, as if he were reading from a script. I studied them, letting their words wash over me as I focused on their body language. The father’s hands were clenched tightly on the table, his knuckles white. The son avoided eye contact, his gaze darting to the door more than once.And then it hit me—their fear. It wasn’t just discomfort or hesitation. They were afraid. “Why sell now?” I asked, cutting into the conversation. My voice was calm, but the directn

Ivy’s POVThe adrenaline still pumped through my veins as I watched the family representatives exchange nervous glances, their relief palpable yet tinged with unease. They weren’t used to this kind of warfare—the sharp-edged dance of power and intimidation that came with dealing with men like George Albert. I had been forged in it, tempered by the heat of betrayal and the cold steel of resolve.“Thank you, Ms. Blackwood,” the elder representative, Mr. Whitman, finally said, his voice shaky but sincere. His hands trembled as he adjusted his glasses, and I could see the weight of their decision etched into his tired eyes. “We don’t know what we would have done without you.”I offered a curt nod, keeping my expression composed, even though my mind was already racing through the next steps. “This deal is secure now, but you need to prepare for what’s coming. George doesn’t take kindly to losing, and he’ll find a way to retaliate. Be ready.”The younger man, Aaron Whitman, shifted uncomfor

Ivy's heart pounded wildly as Leo’s limp body sagged into her arms, his whisper echoing in her ears like a haunting melody. Blood? The word sent a shiver down her spine. What had he meant? Her eyes darted over his pale face, his sharp features now slack and vulnerable. She felt the coldness radiating from his skin, and a strange, vivid memory flared in her mind—the nightmare. The one where shadows chased her, where crimson eyes burned in the dark, and where Leo almost sank his fangs into her neck. Could it be? No. He can't be…Her breath hitched. Half vampire?The thought felt ridiculous, and yet, staring at him now, the pieces began to fall into place. Ivy’s gaze hardened with determination. She couldn’t let him suffer, couldn’t stand by and watch him writhe in pain. If blood was what he needed, then so be it.Her hands trembled as she reached for the small blade her father always kept on the nightstand—a habit he had developed after too many sleepless nights filled with uneasiness a