All Chapters of ALPHA’s HEART MY PRISON: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rose’s Point of ViewWhen I returned to my apartment, I drank some water and collapsed onto my bed. Exhaustion overwhelmed me, and before I could process the strange heaviness in my limbs, I blacked out completely.The next time I woke up, everything was swaying slightly, and the low hum of an engine filled my ears. My head throbbed, and I struggled to orient myself.Opening my eyes, I was met with Loren’s smug face, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist. His grin was obscene, his eyes predatory.“Get your hands off me! Why am I here?” I spat, trying to wrestle free from his grip. Only then did I realize we were in a moving car, speeding down a rugged, uneven road. The pitch-black sky outside confirmed it was the middle of the night.Loren tightened his hold, ignoring my struggles. “Why the hostility, sweetheart? You were sleeping so peacefully in my arms just moments ago. Don’t you want to rest a little longer?” His voice was a sickening mix of mockery and desire, his eyes glinting

Rose’s PerspectiveJack stood outside, watching me through the window. For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt a glimmer of safety. His calm, unwavering gaze seemed to promise that everything would be alright.I couldn’t fully understand why, but I believed—deep in my heart—that Jack would see me home.The moment he appeared, Loren sprang from the car. He would never let me go without a fight. What would Jack do now?If Loren threatened him with war, I knew Jack might hesitate. After all, the fragile peace between the Blue Lagoon pack and Loren’s had only just been restored. Surely, I wasn’t worth jeopardizing that for.And yet, Loren did exactly what I feared. He leveled a threat of war at Jack, his voice sharp with impatience, his eyes alight with menace. But Jack… Jack didn’t flinch. If anything, he met Loren’s aggression with even greater ferocity.My gaze remained fixed on Jack, my heart pounding. At that moment, I finally understood why Hilary had fallen so deeply

Jack’s expression shifted unexpectedly, softening into something almost tender. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips brushed against mine gently at first, teasing, before his movements grew more demanding. His tongue grazed my lower lip, and before I could protest, he kissed me with such intensity that a soft moan slipped from my lips.The small space of the car was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing. His touch seared against my skin as his hands roamed my body, tracing its curves through my clothes. I felt overwhelmed by the fire in his kiss, and yet I didn’t push him away.Instead, I slowly moved my trembling hands from his chest to wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer. I kissed him back, though clumsily, trying to follow his lead. My body betrayed me, responding to his every touch, every kiss. It felt like I was pinned to the seat by invisible forces, unable to move. I pressed my legs together instinctively, a strange electricity surging through

Hilary’s pov Faced with irrefutable evidence of my embezzlement, I knew I had no way out. Desperate, I shifted my strategy and began stoking the pack’s hatred for Rose, hoping to divert their attention and lessen my guilt.The werewolves around me erupted into heated arguments. At first, I thought they’d rally behind me, cursing James Dawson and his daughter, Rose. But to my astonishment, the tide began to turn against me.“I don’t think Hilary did anything wrong,” one voice said. “Rose is just a slave. Selling her for twenty million dollars was a smart move for the pack.”“But Hilary broke the Alpha’s orders and allowed outsiders into our territory. That’s a serious crime. We can’t just overlook it,” another countered.“What James did to our pack is unforgivable,” a third voice chimed in. “But Rose isn’t her father. She’s proven herself to be a good person. Once, she even saved my son in the hospital. Why should she suffer for her father’s sins? She’s still a child.”I scanned the r

Hilary’s Point of ViewI knew Jack better than anyone else. He was the kind of person who cherished his family, his friends, and anyone who had ever shown him kindness. That’s why lying to him about saving him from the fire had been the smartest decision of my life.The truth was, I hadn’t saved him. During that chaotic fire, when so many werewolves perished, I had been consumed by my own fear. I had run for my life, too terrified to think about anyone else, let alone someone locked in the deepest cell of the dungeon. I didn’t even know who had saved him that day.But fate worked in strange ways. After the fire, the guards from the Maroon Hill pack had thrown me into the cell next to Jack’s. It was then I saw him up close—the werewolf everyone whispered about in hushed tones. Jack was special. Even in captivity, surrounded by filth and despair, he stood apart from the rest.He was everything I admired: brave, intelligent, and undeniably handsome. His pale skin made him seem delicate,