บททั้งหมดของ Leave Me Alone Alphas: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Yang Jun waited at the bus stop, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his foot tapping lightly against the pavement. The night air was cool, carrying the faint hum of traffic and distant conversations from passersby. His heart raced, caught somewhere between anticipation and caution. He had agreed to dinner, yes, but that did not mean he was ready to let Liu Jian back into every corner of his life. He certainly did not want Liu Jian knowing his new address, not after the way they had parted all those years ago. Some boundaries still mattered. Just as he was beginning to wonder if Liu Jian might be late, the sound of an engine purred smoothly beside him. An expensive Chinese sports car pulled up, its sleek body reflecting the glow of streetlights like liquid metal. The door opened, and Liu Jian stepped out, looking as composed and polished as ever. His coat fit him perfectly, his posture relaxed but confident, as though the city itself belonged to him. He walked around the car an

Zhao Kai, Liu Jian, and Yang Jun sat huddled together in the dim light of Zhao Kai’s office, the overhead lights left deliberately off. The only illumination came from the city glow filtering through the floor to ceiling windows and the small desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The soft hiss of a Pierrot beer can being opened broke the silence, sharp and intrusive in the otherwise stagnant air. The scent of alcohol mingled with the faint bitterness of hops, a reminder that this office belonged to a brewery first and a corporate space second. Zhao Kai leaned back against the couch, already on his second can, his posture loose but his eyes sharp. He watched the other two from beneath his lashes, the silence stretching between them until it felt unbearable. Outside, dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbling faintly in the distance, as if mirroring the tension inside the room. “So,” Zhao Kai finally said, his voice low but edged with something brittle, “were you ever going to t

They arrived at Zhao Kai’s mansion just as the afternoon sun dipped low enough to cast long shadows across the gated driveway. The house loomed ahead of them, massive and unapologetically extravagant, the kind of place that did not try to be subtle about its wealth. Tall iron gates slid open silently, revealing manicured hedges and a stone pathway that curved toward the entrance like it was guiding visitors into another world. Inside, the mansion was even more overwhelming. The ceilings stretched impossibly high, crystal chandeliers hanging like frozen constellations, refracting light across the walls. Expensive artwork lined the halls, each piece framed with care, each one probably worth more than Yang Jun’s entire apartment. The polished wooden floors reflected their figures as they walked, every step echoing softly, reminding Yang Jun just how out of place he felt. Liu Jian, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. The moment they entered the living room, he dropped onto a p

“Dad, Mom, I’m back home,” Yang Jun announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of his parents’ living room. The television blared cheerfully, flashing bright colors from a game show that neither of his parents were truly watching anymore. The low table in front of the couch was littered with sunflower seed shells, an unmistakable sign that his parents had been camped there for hours. The air smelled comforting and lived in, a mix of roasted seeds, detergent, and the faint aroma of simmering soup from the kitchen. “Ah, Jun, you’re back!” Mrs. Yang immediately stood up, her face breaking into a wide smile. She wiped her hands on her apron before pulling him into a brief but tight hug, patting his back like she was making sure he was real. Mr. Yang glanced over briefly from the television, acknowledging his son with a nod before his attention drifted back to the screen. “Why did you suddenly bring all these snacks and groceries?” Mr. Yang asked, finally turning his head properl

Yang Jun stirred awake, his body sandwiched between two naked alphas—himself included. As he tried to sit up, a guttural growl of pain tore from his throat, and he collapsed back onto the tangled sheets, the mattress dipping under his weight. His back throbbed mercilessly, a relentless ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, radiating from his spine down to his hips. He clenched his teeth, fury bubbling up inside him. The cause of his misery was still peacefully asleep beside him, their breathing steady and infuriatingly calm. Unable to contain his frustration, Yang Jun lashed out, smacking the nearest body with a sharp, stinging slap. Zhao Kai jolted awake with a groan, the hit landing squarely on his cheek, leaving a faint red mark. Beside him, Liu Jian sat up too, clutching his head where Yang Jun’s hand had connected, his dark hair falling messily over his eyes. “Ow! What the hell, man? Why’d you hit me so fuckin’ hard?” Liu Jian grumbled, his voice rough with sleep and irritat