All Chapters of The Alpha's Long Lost Sigma: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

⭐️ Aria POV ⭐️Deliberately, Kaden walked in slowly and stopped a breath away from me, that taunting smile still plastered on his face. He stood like a clockwork predator, hands in his pockets, as if time itself obeyed him.“Where the fuck am I?” I spat, every word hard as stone—contempt and rage wrapped together.Kaden didn’t bother to answer directly. He tilted his head, eyes cold as river ice. “How are you feeling now? You must be feeling like shit after Sherry’s death.” His voice dripped with venomous amusement. He knew that bringing this up would break me. I said nothing. My throat had turned to sand; words caught on the edges of the memory—Sherry’s last breath looping in my head like a ruined song.“Where am I?” I tried again, trying to lace my voice with indifference, but the lie tasted thin.“You felt it, didn’t you?” he whispered, leaning forward the smallest fraction. “The moment she died.”My body flinched before my brain could catch up.Kaden’s grin widened—slow, surgical

⭐Klaus POV⭐I stood in the middle of the deep forest, whirling and searching, my gaze frantically stripping the trees bare, left and right, like a madman chasing smoke. Nothing. Who the hell had just invaded the fortress of my mind like that? More critically: how had he done it? I had been trained to erect, reinforce, and block every fissure in my mind since the age of ten, to protect it against anyone daring to touch my consciousness.The presence was gone now—vanished as suddenly as it came. It felt less like an attack and more like a cold, malevolent breeze brushing against my consciousness and dissolving before I could follow it.I teleported instantly back to the castle, the need for action overriding the shock, and summoned Miranda, the pack's powerful witch. The intrusion could only be Kaden or his witch. If it was, it was also a reckless, arrogant blunder—a thread I could finally trace to the end, a path leading directly to Aria.“Klaus,”My mother’s voice came with panic—cut t

⭐️Aria POV⭐️I stepped out carefully.My heart was a wild thing in my chest, pounding so hard it felt like it might tear free of my ribs. Each beat echoed in my ears, loud and reckless, as if it were trying to betray me. My breaths came ragged and fast, scraped raw by panic, and I had to force myself to slow“quiet, quiet” I thought to myself even as adrenaline flooded my veins.I found myself standing in an open kitchen.Darkness pressed in from the windows, the night outside thick and watchful. Inside, the space was dimly lit, shadows clinging to every corner like they were alive. They were hiding. Afraid of being seen.As they should be.Two packs were hunting them now.My eyes swept the room quickly.It was a cottage.Small. Cramped. Stinking faintly of old food and neglect.To my left stood a narrow, closed door—plain wood, no markings. A bathroom, most likely. To my right, two messy cots sat side by side, sheets twisted and stained, food trays and leftovers scattered across them