All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Leo Why the fuck is she here? Isn't she the reason we're in this mess in the first place?"Um, Mr. Ashton. I think you need to leave. You have a guest, and I would like to have a moment with my guest," I heard Ivy say as she took her seat, arranging the files closest to her on the desk.A moment with Connor? Like hell am I supposed to let that happen?!"Isabella, what are you doing here?" I demanded angrily, turning towards her.Isabella is my friend, no mistaking. She was one of the people that knew I was the Alpha King before I revealed my face. She had been at her modeling academy, and I should be happy she's back after so long, but how could she think of spewing such nonsense to Ivy? This past week, I've been nothing but hard on her. She joined the manhunt and was deprived of proper rest as well. How could she dare to be all cozy when my mate is out there, possibly in danger?"Leo? Did you hear what I just said?" She asked, tugging at my shirt. The action made my wolf flinch bac

Ivy's POV John Rodney. I hadn't seen him in years, but I could never forget that face. The greasy, stringy hair, the hollowed-out cheeks, the nervous twitch of his lips—he was another ghost from my nightmares, standing right in front of me in handcuffs. I couldn't breathe. The room shrank around me, the past crashing over me like a wave, dragging me back to a time I had fought so hard to forget. The café.The smell of roasted coffee beans and caramelized sugar had once been comforting—a small piece of normalcy I had clung to.I once loved working at that café, pouring lattes and wiping down counters, believing that with every shift, I was proving something. Proving to my father and uncle that adopting me wasn’t a mistake. Proving that I wasn’t just some broken girl, a discarded thing left to rot in the shadows of her past. They had given me another chance at life, a home, a family. And I was desperate to show them I deserved it. That I wasn’t useless, like everyone in my

Richard’s POV The moment Ivy confirmed the name, I hung up. My hand trembled around the phone, my knuckles white as I gripped it too tight. A name I had spent years burying—erasing from my thoughts, from my life—had just been spoken by my daughter. Dante. The bastard was back. How did he get out? I stood frozen, barely breathing, as the past clawed its way up from the grave I’d buried it in. The blood. The screams. The hollow, soulless eyes of my baby girl when I found her—violated, broken, gone. A storm raged inside me, a fury so potent I could taste it on my tongue. “Richard,” Marcus’s voice cut through the silence, calm but firm. He knew. He always knew when my mind was slipping into the abyss. No. No, no, no. It couldn’t be. I heard Marcus let out another long, ragged breath beside me. He dragged a hand down his face, cursing under his breath. "Dante?" he muttered, voice laced with disgust. I shot up from my chair so fast it clattered to the floor. The wal

Lila's laughter echoed through the office, sharp and unhinged, as if she found the entire situation amusing. But her eyes—her dark, calculating eyes—were anything but playful. Isabella didn't move from her spot, her body language stiff and ready. "State your price," Ivy bit out, already exhausted. "How much do you want?" Lila’s brows lifted, amusement flickering across her face. “Oh? So quick to put a price on things, sister dearest.” Ivy glanced at Isabella, who was still positioned protectively next to her, then leaned in slightly towards Lila. “Drop your details. I’ll have the account wire it to you.” At that, Lila threw her head back and laughed—loud, maniacal, unapologetic. Isabella observed the exchange with keen interest, her gaze flickering between the two identical faces. It was as if, for the first time, she truly registered just how much they mirrored each other. The same sharp features, different eye colors, and where Ivy’s expression was cold and controlled, L

Leo's POV "What time did she escape?" I growled, my voice rough with frustration as we stormed out of the courtyard, the heat pressing down on us like a heavy blanket. Zane kept pace beside me, his urgency matching my own. "I alerted you the moment I found out," he said, his breath slightly uneven. "So, let's say as early as ten." A growl rumbled low in my chest. That meant she had a head start—hours to disappear into the wilderness, to cover her tracks. My hands curled into fists. We needed to move faster.My warriors stood in a loose formation at the forest’s edge, their eyes gleaming under the clear sky. The tension in the air was electric, humming with the promise of blood and vengeance. I took a slow, deliberate breath, rolling my shoulders as I let the shift take over. My skin burned as bones cracked, realigning, reshaping—fur sprouting in a wave of scorching heat. My claws extended, muscles thickened, and within moments, I was no longer a man but a beast—powerful, relent