All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IvyThe walls around me seemed to breathe, shifting in the dimly lit space.Two days. Forty-eight endless hours since I was taken.I counted them through the steady drip of water somewhere in the distance, the only sound breaking the suffocating silence of this prison.No one had come for me. No one was coming. The realization settled deep in my bones like a sickness.I curled on the small, grimy mattress they had given me, my hands and feet bound, my body aching from lying on the damp, filthy fabric. The air was thick with rot, the stench of mold and stagnant water clinging to my skin. The walls were cracked, peeling, revealing the decaying structure beneath. Rats skittered in the corners, their tiny claws scratching against the concrete. The only light seeped in through a high, grimy window, casting sickly yellow streaks across the floor. The silence was unbearable. Does my father even know I’ve been taken? Will Leo inform him or will he be too busy with his mate?I swallowed

Connor’s POVThe woman stood before me, cloaked in the shadows of the dimly lit corridor, her presence an eerie stillness in the chaos unraveling within me. My wolf, Zik, surged forward with a growl, protective and on edge as I approached her. There was something unnatural about her—something that made my instincts scream in warning.“You again,” I growled, eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you doing in my pack’s territory?”She tilted her head, her smile unnervingly serene. “I came to warn you, Alpha Connor.”I clenched my fists, barely holding back my rage. “Warn me about what exactly?”She took a step closer, and the air around us seemed to shift, growing colder. “Ivy’s wolf is waking,” she whispered, her tone laced with something almost sacred. “And if it awakens fully, it will bring doom upon us all.”A snarl ripped from my throat. “Hold on—let me get this straight. Ivy has never shifted in her entire life, and now that there's finally a chance, you're hitting me with some vague

IvyDarkness swallowed me whole.I could feel the damp, cold stone beneath me, the air thick with the scent of mold and decay. My wrists ached where the chains had dug in, my throat raw from screaming. Shadows moved at the edges of my vision—no, not shadows.The Keeper.The voice slithered through the dark, thick as tar, wrapping around my mind. You thought you could run? Thought you could escape me?I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were sinking into the floor, melting into the filth. My breath came in ragged gasps. The walls pulsed, closing in, the ceiling stretching impossibly high. A hand—bony, cold—closed around my ankle, yanking me back.I screamed.Then—light.I jolted upright, my chest heaving, my skin damp with sweat. But the filth, the chains, the Keeper—they were gone.Instead, I was in one of the softest beds I had ever felt, the sheets clean, smelling of fresh linen. My body no longer reeked of mold and damp, my skin scrubbed clean. My fingers curled into the f

IvyMy fingers trembled slightly as I thought of calling my father and uncle, knowing they would be worried sick. But a call right now would only open the floodgates of emotions I wasn’t ready to face right here. I’d call them when I was home, where I could breathe, where the walls wouldn’t feel like they were closing in. But every second I lingered in this pack, the past pressed down harder, threatening to pull me under.A soft knock on the door made me pause. I turned to find Connor standing in the doorway, his gaze filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.“You’re leaving,” he stated rather than asked, his voice rough with something akin to regret.“I need to,” I replied, moving away from the mirror after fixing my hair.Connor stepped forward, blocking my path. “Ivy, please. This is your home. You belong here. With me.”I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “This place ceased to be my home a long time ago, Connor. I don’t belong here anymore.”His jaw tightened, and

IvyI took a deep breath and steadied myself. Shaking off the remnants of my nightmare, I moved toward the bathtub, turning the shower on to let the hot water wash away the lingering unease.Once I was clean, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and stepped in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, pale but composed. I couldn't afford to look fragile. I couldn't afford to look like my nightmares.I picked an elegant black pantsuit from my wardrobe, pairing it with a silk blouse in a muted shade of blue. The structured blazer sat perfectly on my shoulders, a protective armor of its own. After fastening a delicate silver bracelet around my wrist, I slipped on a pair of sleek heels. My fingers worked through my hair, styling it into a sophisticated low bun—sharp, professional, controlled. Light makeup followed—just enough to conceal the exhaustion beneath my eyes. A soft nude lipstick finished the look. With one last glance in the mirror, I straightened my posture. Whatev