All Chapters of Spoiled by My Possessive Alpha Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Selene always had a knack for reading between the lines, but that didn’t mean I was about to bring her into the chaos. Not yet. “Let’s just say... I have a lot to figure out,” I replied vaguely.Selene didn’t push, her expression softening. “I understand. I’m not good with secrets anyway,” she admitted with a shrug. “But if you ever need my help, you know where to find me.”“I will,” I promised, meaning it.Her gaze flicked down to the menu for a moment, then back up to me. “Do you know who poisoned you?” she asked, her voice low but steady.“Who else?” I replied, keeping my tone light though my fingers tightened around my glass.“Well, I’m not saying anything you don’t already know,” she said cautiously, “but Savannah and Victor got together right after you were behind bars. I always suspected they were a thing long before... you know, Victor revealed himself to be the psychopath we all now know he is. Maybe Savannah did it out of revenge for what you did to Victor’s eye…”I couldn’

Lucian’s brow lifted slightly, the faintest trace of curiosity breaking through his stoic demeanor.“I got you something,” I said, holding the box out to him. My voice was steady, almost casual, though my pulse was anything but.He took the box, his movements deliberate, and opened it. Inside was a sleek, masculine ring of black metal with blood-red rubies, its design minimal but sophisticated—just like him.For a moment, he said nothing, his thumb brushing over the cool metal. Then his eyes lifted to meet mine, a mixture of surprise and something I couldn’t quite place reflected in their depths. “Where do you get money for this?” he asked, his voice low and measured, though curiosity and something more smoldered beneath the surface.I tilted my head up to meet his intense gaze, the corner of my mouth curving into a faint smile. “I traded my past for it. For my future,” I replied.As I slid the ring onto his index finger, his movements stilled, and the weight of his stare pressed aga

We arrived at the grandiose pack house of Savannah’s family fashionably late. The grandeur of the place wasn’t lost on me—the towering marble pillars, glittering chandeliers, and perfectly polished floors screamed wealth and tradition.The moment Lucian and I stepped into the banquet hall, all eyes turned to us. Whispers rippled through the crowd, their curiosity, judgment, and shock practically tangible. Savannah stood near the center of the room, a champagne flute in hand, her expression frozen in disbelief. Her carefully applied smile faltered, and for a moment, her shock turned into something closer to rage.Victor was next to her, his dark eyes immediately locking onto me. His jaw clenched, and I could see the flicker of something murderous in his gaze. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, her presence stronger now than it had been in years.“I need a moment,” I whispered to Lucian, keeping my voice low enough that no one else could hear. He turned to me, his sharp features softe

Victor’s face is a mask of cold indifference, but I know better. He’s furious. The muscle in his jaw tightens ever so slightly, his hands clasped just a little too tightly in his lap. He’s trying his best to keep it together, but the seething storm beneath his composed surface is visible to someone who knows him as well as I do.It makes me feel a strange sense of satisfaction. After everything I just overheard in the restroom—the insults, the mocking laughter, the accusations—I thought I’d feel humiliated. Instead, seeing Victor like this, distressed and barely keeping his temper in check, is almost cathartic.I left that restroom with my head high, shoulders squared, and my lip gloss freshly reapplied. If they thought their petty words could break me, they were wrong. In fact, the sight of their smug faces faltering when I walked out—untouched, unfazed, and composed—was more than enough revenge for now.Let them whisper. Let them scurry away like frightened mice. At least they’re