The Alpha's Deceit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

LANDON:Venita made it more and more difficult to let go of her. Look at the way she cared for my injury like no one has ever done. She was the only one that cared about taking care of me while others wanted just what I could do for them and what they could get from me.After tending to her bruises throwing in a massage to relax her, she curled up in a ball ready to sleep. I just thought I should get some things off my chest."Venita?""Yes?" she yawned."I want to talk about Mirage.""You don't have to," she shut me down. "In all honesty, I have more to say. I guess the reason I'm not running the other way is because of this mate bond thing. Back in Madrid, the store you sent me to shop had mentioned to me how you were married and frequented there with Mirage. I met Mirage back in Shanghai and she narrated how you broke her heart, showed evidence of both of you being married and countless times you've cheated." Scoffing, "I'm an idiot to even believe there's just me in this. I know I'

LANDON:Over the following two weeks, our journey spanned five countries—Amsterdam, Shanghai, Netherlands, and Mexico, creating a score of unforgettable moments. Amidst the allure of these diverse destinations, our days were filled with a mix of pleasure and responsibility. Unbridled passion intertwined with leisurely shopping, moments, relaxation, and the ever-present threat of work that accompanied us even on this vacation, but in a diminished capacity.With Edwin and Anthony no longer obstacles, the worry of the court case lifted, and I found myself able to shift my focus to the larger issues at hand—Clay and Mirage. Entrusting the pack to Alex's capable hands, the burden of leadership seemed to sit well with him for now.The events of that fateful night leading to Anthony's demise were not planned, yet circumstances dictated a harsh reality. Edwin, however, was a different case, a deliberate choice to rid myself of a burden. I fought with the stains of blood on my hands, acknowle

VENITA:“Not my best work, I’m afraid.” He sighed. “You might want to do it again.” “It’s perfect,” I smiled into the mirror, observing the braid. Landon placed his hands on my hips, turned me around, and raised his hand to run a finger down the side of my face. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that. Something unpleasant happened back at the packhouse.” I almost squealed in excitement that he could read my mind too. I sighed, pulled on his arm until he bent, and I placed a kiss on his lips. “Am I forgiven?” “Not yet. You will need to work much more for that.” He raised his left eyebrow, and his lips slightly widened. "And, what do you have in mind?""You figure it out," I huffed."Oh, I like the fact that the ball is in my court." He tickled both sides of my underarms like some little kid and I burst out laughing.Slowly, I began unbuttoning his shirt. I felt his hands on my stomach, going up and pulling on my shirt. “I better start then.” He pulled the shirt over my head, remov

VENITA:Concluding that moving out would help our relationship progress was easy. The hard part was discussing it with Landon. I couldn't find the right words and it made me constantly stammer. The pain on his face when I finally let it out was unlike any emotion I had seen on his face. But, this was for the best. We both needed space and with everything that I had come to discover, my focus has been redirected. Continuing work for him as his secretary would be a suicide mission both to my pussy and mind because I might end up losing one of them.Sasha was still on vacation and I thought it best to seize that opportunity to move. Landon kicked against the idea especially with it being a security hazard considering the recent events. Nonetheless, I had it my way at the end. Since we got back, I had only seen him for less than three hours before he hurried off to take care of some emergency that he wouldn't tell me about at the pack house. Here I was, standing at the entrance as I watc

LANDON:It broke my heart that the first thing Venita had in mind to do on our return was to move out. Why? Was the space too small? I could buy a bigger house for us. But, she insisted on wanting her own place. I had no choice but to give in. The last thing I needed was for her to see me as controlling. If she wanted this, I had to be supportive.I was away when I got the report that she was already moving. I knew she would but I didn't anticipate it to be immediate. What was the rush for? And she chose a terrible time to do this. It was risky and she was vulnerable to threats. I couldn't leave the situation back at my packhouse to return home so, I opted for later. Throughout my time observing my wolves, I held onto every power in me not to break down. Seeing them in pain; bleeding from their noses, eyes, and ears, barking like a rabid dog, and finally dying, broke my heart. We had one cure and how was she going to go about saving the millions of infected wolves?Cross and Greg took