Semua Bab ALPHA PRINCE’S FORBIDDEN DESIRE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

This might be the longest week of my life.The days dragged by, each one slower than the last, as I counted down to Saturday. Every morning, I woke with the same thought: One day closer. And every night, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling, the same questions turned over in my mind. How was Victor planning to get Jessie out? Would he even follow through? And what would he want from me once he did?I was relieved he’d agreed to help—I had no other options, and I knew that without him, Jessie’s fate was sealed. But that relief was laced with unease, a steady undercurrent of anxiety that never fully left me. I owed him too much already. The only reason I was still here, still breathing, was because of him. How much more would he demand?I could imagine the possibilities. Maybe he’d ask me to keep an even closer watch on Elijah, to report on more than just his grades. Maybe he’d expect me to use my position, to influence people on his behalf. Or maybe it would be something worse—somethi

I found him near the back of the room.Elijah was sprawled out on a couch, surrounded by a crowd of students talking and jeering, bodies leaning into each other in drunken familiarity.But my gaze was fixed on him. His head was tipped back, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. His shirt was rumpled, his pupils blown wide, and from the dazed look in his eyes, he was completely out of his mind.And Sarah was stretched out across his lap.She draped herself over him like she belonged there, her fingers trailing across his chest, nails skimming the exposed skin at the base of his throat. She whispered something low and teasing, and Elijah let out a slow chuckle, his hand coming up to rest on her hip.My throat tightened. Irritation surged through me—hot, possessive, irrational. I tamped it down, forcing myself to focus, but before I could move, someone spotted me.A whistle pierced the air.Laughter followed. Heads turned. And then Elijah’s gaze landed on me.He stared for a moment, blinking

I drove home in silence, the weight of last night pressing down on me like a boulder. The streets were empty, washed in the dull glow of streetlights, but my mind was anything but. It was a mess of fragmented memories, guilt gnawing at me with every turn of the wheel.After leaving the room—leaving them—I hadn’t even stopped to think. I just needed to get out, needed to be anywhere but there. The feel of Sarah’s skin still clung to mine like filth, and no matter how many times I wiped my palms against my jeans, I still felt unclean.My head throbbed, a dull pounding at the base of my skull, and my stomach churned with a mixture of exhaustion, nausea, and shame. I barely remembered the drive itself—just the sharp focus on the road, on getting home. On getting away.By the time I pulled up to my apartment, my hands were shaking against the steering wheel. I exhaled sharply, resting my forehead against it for a brief second before forcing myself to move. Just get inside. Shower. Figure o

After that, I found Victor’s office quite quickly.I paused outside the door for a moment to gather myself, biting down on my lower lip as I attempted to tamp down the regret rising in my gut.I hadn’t planned on saying all that to Elijah. I hadn’t wanted him to know that his actions on Friday had affected me that way… but what’s done is done. Now I was a few minutes away from being reunited with my best friend—it was time to put Elijah North and his behaviour behind me.I knocked twice, and a beat of silence passed before I heard Victor’s voice call out.“Come in.”I pushed open the door and strode in. I met Izaak’s eyes briefly before turning my attention to Victor, who was perched at the edge of his desk, documents in hand, watching me with that unsettling twinkle in his blue eyes.“Alpha,” I said, dipping into a bow.He didn’t say a word as I straightened, but his eyes were fixed on me as usual, picking apart every expression on my face—everything my body language could reveal.I

Victor North was dying.And I was the only person who could save him.I wondered who else knew.Izaak, obviously. The imposing, bald man had stood stock-still the entire time, his expression unreadable, as if Victor hadn’t just revealed that he was rotting from the inside out. But then again, even if he had felt anything, I would never know. Izaak was a wall. A loyal weapon. And Victor’s secrets were clearly buried deep within his chest.But what about Elijah?Did he know his father was dying?Did he suspect?Would he care?I thought about Elijah’s cool stares—that night at dinner—the way he sat, subdued and oppressed in his father’s presence, the way he receded inward whenever anything regarding his father was even breathed near him. I thought about the way he pulled away from conversations involving the scars hidden beneath his clothes, guarded like he was protecting something fragile inside himself.Maybe he already knew.Or maybe, like the rest of the pack, he still believed Victo