All Chapters of ALPHA PRINCE’S FORBIDDEN DESIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

And deal with it, I did. Football practice was over, and after a short speech, Coach Burke dismissed us… or, well—everyone except me. I stayed behind, dragging my feet across the dew-damp grass as the others dispersed with laughter and shoulder bumps. I could hear Hunter’s voice somewhere in the distance, too loud and too smug. I ignored it. Coach Burke’s office was the only place on campus that felt remotely like a safe space. Cluttered with the smell of sweat, old wood, and varnished leather, it was messy in a way that didn’t ask anything of me. I stepped inside and took a long breath. The shelves were still lined with trophies from generations before me, with faded photographs of former players pinned up like aging ghosts. Medals, ribbons, a cracked hockey puck with someone’s initials carved into it—everything was packed in there. The couch was more of a suggestion than an actual seat. I opted for the chair in front of his desk, nudging aside a stray basketball with the toe

I was out of pills again. I pulled out the top drawer in my room and yanked out the pill bottle, scowling when I found it empty. With a curse, I threw it atop the many other bottles and took a step back, falling onto my bed. Luka had come an hour ago to grab his things. I’d considered using that time to talk to him and take Burke’s advice to “fix” it, but I’d ended up just hiding in my room while he and Neil packed. When they were done, Luka left immediately, and Neil stopped by my room to tell me in a small voice that they were leaving. He also told me about Luka’s recent issues with his father. When Neil left, I’d walked out to see what was left of Luka’s room—and it was almost nothing. A few of his clothes were still there. A few t-shirts, a pair of sneakers, a watch, a couple empty notebooks. But none of the things that really made the space his. Not the weird cactus-shaped lamp, not the horror movie posters he used to tape onto the wall with surgical precision, not the worn-o

“You’re driving?” I heard Lenora ask from behind me. I only turned my head to the side slightly as I replied, “Yeah, it’s kinda far.” I heard her mumble something under her breath, and a smile almost graced my lips—almost. There was silence for a moment… then, “Should I be worried?” This time, I chuckled and turned around fully, regretting the action almost immediately. I could still feel the heat of her palm cradled in mine, and with her looking like that—her dark hair loose and curly, falling all over her shoulders—it was taking the little self-control I had left not to grab that hand again, yank her to me, and make a mess of what was left of her lipstick. It was such a fucking ridiculous idea to hold her hand. Lenora’s eyebrow jumped up, and she reached up to push back the errant strands of her hair that fell across her face. In the process, the collar of her shirt shifted, and I caught sight of her mark again. Irritation filled my throat. “I’m not going to hu

I dreamt of Elijah that night.And I didn’t want that dream to end.It had just been us, wrapped in the stillness of that wildflower field. The warmth of his skin pressed against mine, the sunlight in his smile, the way his golden eyes had softened just for me—it had all felt so real. So safe… he’d leaned forward, hand ghosting against my upper arm, our lips were so close, barely a hairs breath away from each other…But then the sound of my phone ringing jolted me right out of that dream. I groaned, flinging my hand toward my bedside table. My fingers scraped uselessly against the surface until, finally, I found the phone and dragged it to my chest, squinting blearily at the screen in the early morning gloom.Izaak.The name alone was enough to chase away any trace of comfort. My stomach twisted as I sat up and answered before the next ring.“Professor Monroe,” Izaak’s lifeless voice drawled. “So nice of you to respond so quickly.”My face went pale with fear, then flushed red with a

At first, there was nothing. Just the silence of the room pressing in on me and the heavy weight of two gazes boring into my back. Victor’s curiosity felt sharp, like the tip of a blade resting against the back of my neck, while Adora’s stare was calmer, but no less intense.Unease rippled through me.It had been a while since I’d used my abilities—really used them. Even before I’d forced myself to shut everything down, it had already stopped being second nature. My gift had become something I tiptoed around, something I feared. Now, faced with the rotting wound on Victor’s chest, I couldn’t even remember how to tap into it.Another second passed.Then another.Still nothing. No flicker of heat. No spark. Not even the faintest pulse from deep within me.I swallowed thickly, my chest tightening with panic.Victor wouldn’t give me a second chance.And if he didn’t… Jessie was as good as dead.I clenched my fists, trying to summon something—anything—but my fingers trembled instead.“I’m