Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Triumph Of An Alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter Twenty One First Person’s Perspective SERENA’S POVThe rain had stopped.It was quiet outside. Only the wind moved, soft through the trees.Inside, the air was still.I sat on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest. A blanket wrapped around me. My feet were cold, but I didn’t move.I could hear Jeremy in the kitchen. The soft sound of water boiling. The clink of a cup. He was making tea again. Like he always did, every night.He didn’t ask questions. He never pushed.Maybe that’s why I felt like I could finally say something. Something real.I stood up slowly. My legs felt heavy, but I walked out to the kitchen.Jeremy turned around when he saw me. His voice was soft. “Hey. Couldn’t sleep?”I shook my head. My voice was quiet. “Can we talk?”His eyes searched my face. He looked surprised, but not confused. Like he’d been waiting.“Of course,” he said, pulling out a chair for me. “Sit.”I sat down. My hands were shaking a little, but I didn’t try to hide it. I just placed t

Chapter Twenty Three Third Person’s Perspective Jake stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. It was early in the morning, but his face was already hard, his eyes cold. He had an important meeting with Alpha Robert. His hair was neatly slicked back, his tie perfectly in place. But his mood was anything but calm. “Clarissa!” he called out loudly. “Where’s my jacket?” Clarissa came slowly from the hallway. “In the closet, where you left it yesterday.” “Then get it,” he ordered, without even looking at her. She crossed her arms. “I’m not your servant, Jake. I’m the Luna.” Jake turned slowly to face her. “The Luna?” He let out a dry laugh. “You’re Luna because I allowed it. I can just as easily take it away.” Clarissa lifted her chin. “And I’m your wife. But you treat me like trash.” Jake stepped closer. “You’re nothing but an empty shell. You can’t even have a child.” Clarissa flinched, but she stood her ground. “Maybe the problem isn’t me. Did you ever think

Chapter Twenty Five First Person’s Perspective Reed’s POV I was pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. My feet couldn’t stay still, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The hallway was too quiet, too cold, too bright. The smell of medicine and antiseptic burned my nose, and the ticking clock on the wall felt like it was ticking inside my head. I had never felt fear like this. I kept hearing Serena’s voice. Her cries. The sound of her pain. The moment I saw the baby… so tiny, so quiet… I didn’t even know how I was still standing. I stopped walking for a second and stared at the closed door. Then started pacing again. “Come on,” I whispered. “Please, please…” I didn’t know who I was talking to. God? The Moon? I didn’t care. Just someone. Anyone. Save them. Just then, the door opened. I turned fast. “Frederick?” He stepped out slowly. His eyes were on the floor. His shoulders low. His face… his face was not good. My heart jumped. “What? What is it?” I aske

Chapter Twenty SevenThird Person PerspectiveIt was quiet in the Alpha’s house. The big windows showed the forest outside, dark and calm under the night sky. The stars were hidden behind heavy clouds, and the wind blew softly against the glass.Inside, the air felt heavy. Thick with tension. The whole house was silent, except for the crackling of the fire in the Alpha’s office. It was warm inside, but the feeling in the room was cold.Alpha Robert sat behind his wide wooden desk. He was reading some papers slowly, flipping the pages one by one. The smell of old books and fresh coffee filled the room. A small lamp beside the desk gave off a soft light.Then, the door opened.Jake walked in fast. His boots hit the floor loudly. His face was tight. His mouth a straight line. His shoulders were stiff, and his hands were clenched at his sides. He looked angry. Very angry.Robert looked up and gave a calm, polite nod. “Jake,” he said in a low voice.Jake didn’t smile. He didn’t return the

Chapter Twenty Nine Third Person Perspective Life has been sweets and roses for the family of three, until it wasn’t Liam was five years old now. He was not the same small boy who ran after ducks and said “quack-quack.” He was taller. He talked more. He asked even more questions than before. He had started school three months ago. Serena had packed his lunch every morning. Jeremy walked him to the gate and waved goodbye with a big smile. Liam always smiled back. But once he went inside the school building, his smile slowly disappeared. School was not what Liam thought it would be. At home, he was happy. He laughed. He played. He asked things like, “Do stars get tired of shining?” or “Can plants hear music?” But at school, he kept quiet. Liam sat at the second desk from the front. He always listened. He never talked when the teacher talked. He finished his work fast. Sometimes too fast. But no one noticed that. Or maybe… they noticed, but they didn’t care. Mi