All Chapters of Alpha, Let's End This Bond!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AriaWalking into the lobby of Stormbourne Group felt like stepping into a sleek, corporate cage—all polished marble and cold, high-end Alpha vibes.Usually, I avoided this place like the plague. It was Luca’s territory—the seat of his power both as a CEO and as an Alpha. Every suit-and-tie werewolf in the building could probably smell my anxiety from a mile away.I didn't give a damn. I was simmering with a pure, unadulterated rage that felt like it was about to boil over.He hadn't called back like forever. He’d left me on read like I was some annoying fan-girl instead of his wife. Meanwhile, Wynne’s livelihood was circling the drain because my husband had the emotional maturity of a territorial golden retriever.I was pacing the marble floor near the elevators when the doors slid open.And there he was.Luca stepped out, flanked by Alder and a couple of grim-looking security guys. He looked infuriatingly composed—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms,

ARIAThe drive to Storm Ridge Medical Centre was a blur of my simmering anger and Luca’s ridiculously convincing groans.He kept up the act, periodically wincing and clutching his still-squinted eyes.My guilt was still there, but it was now tangled up with a reluctant respect for his absolute nerve. The man was a menace, and gosh, it was impressive.We pulled up to the main entrance, and a swarm of perfectly groomed staff immediately recognized the esteemed Alpha Luca.A doctor practically sprinted our way, looking like he’d been pulled out of a crisis but still mindful enough to treat Luca like a deity. Dr. Thompson, Kenia had said.He was a lean Beta, probably a few years older than me, with kind eyes that immediately assessed the situation. He looked like he’d seen this kind of Alpha-level drama before.“Alpha Luca, Luna Aria,” he greeted with a subtle bow of his head. “Kenia called ahead. Right this way.”He led us to a private exam room that felt more like a luxurious hotel suit

ARIAThe wood of the door pressed cold against my back, but it was nothing compared to the frost in Luca’s eyes.He didn't look like the "injured" man I’d pitied an hour ago. He looked like the Alpha of Storm Ridge—unyielding, territorial, and dangerously calculating."Why?" I breathed, my voice trembling as I gripped the doorframe. "You gave me your word. Why are you still strangling Hogan’s career?"Luca took a slow step into my personal space. He didn't touch me, but his scent—cedarwood and something sharp like an approaching storm—wrapped around me like a physical weight."He put his hands on my marriage. He didn't just file papers; he tried to plan the exit of my Luna.""He was doing his job!""His job was an infringement on my interests," Luca countered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made the floorboards hum under my bare feet. "He’s a Sunstone wolf who thought he could help you walk away from the Storm Ridge Pack. In our world, that’s not just legal counsel. That’s an

ARIAThe morning sun hit the mansion floor in sharp, cold slats.I was nursing a coffee, watching the steam rise, when my phone buzzed with a text from Hogan.“Luca agreed? Seriously? I thought I was dead meat. Listen, Aria, dinner is on us. My mate and I are picking up the tab. No arguments. I owe you my life, or at least my law license.”I couldn't help the small, lopsided smile that tugged at my lips. Hogan was still playing the polite Beta, even after almost being flattened by the Storm Ridge steamroller."Something funny?"Luca walked into the kitchen, already dressed in a charcoal suit that fit him like a second skin. He looked entirely too awake for a man who had spent the night... well, being a devoted husband."Hogan," I said, seting the phone down. "He wants to pay for dinner. He’s insisting."Luca let out a dry, short huff as he poured himself an espresso. "Let him have his pride, Aria. If it makes him feel less like he’s under my thumb, I won’t stop him." He took a sip, hi

ARIA"It’s not the design, Alpha," Vivian explained patiently, holding up the icy-blue dress. "It’s Aria’s… figure. The way she’s filled out after the twins. The dress is meant to be subtly sensual, not… a full-frontal assault on male sanity." She winked at me.Luca just narrowed his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at the way my cleavage was spilling out of the silk, and he definitely wasn't okay with it. "Find something else, Vivian. Something that leaves more to the imagination. Preferably, my imagination."He took my arm firmly, and led me back to the fitting room suite. The war zone atmosphere from the main showroom had thankfully dissipated, but the tension between Luca and me was still crackling.Vivian, ever the tactful one, gave us a knowing look. "Right. More... mystery. I understand completely, Alpha. I’ll just be downstairs, entertaining some particularly high-maintenance clients. Take your time, lovebirds. The staff know to stay clear."She ushered her assistants out, and s