Semua Bab Lost Her To My Brother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

A calm morning, as usual. But while the world outside remained peaceful, it wasn’t the same for Emilia. She hadn't gotten a good night's rest. Her wide, restless eyes stared at the silent ceiling, its whiteness mocking her. The image of Lina, dressed provocatively, heading towards Fredrick's room—she couldn't have imagined that. And yet, the rage bubbling within her was far too real to ignore.With a sharp shove, she flung the white duvet off her body, standing abruptly. She marched toward his room, unbothered by the morning cold or the bare sting of her feet against the cold floor. Rage made her numb. The hallway was quiet, save for a few maids moving silently about their chores. Without a second thought, Emilia banged into Fredrick's room, heading straight for the bed. But it was empty. Only the duvet hinted at someone beneath.“Son of a bitch,” she cursed, snapping the lights on and yanking the duvet away. But beneath it lay only two carelessly arranged pillows. Gritting her teeth,

Mrs. Anderson readily walked out of her bedroom, fully dressed to accompany her husband to visit the Alpha of Galatea. The defeat and humiliation they had suffered at the hands of their daughter had not only tarnished their sparkling reputation but also stained the company’s once-pristine image. Mrs. Anderson couldn’t stop blaming her husband.He had been the one to encourage their daughter. The realm had avoided wars and conflicts for decades, and all it took was Claire batting her eyelashes and pouting like a baby to make every man in her life agree to do the unthinkable.Mrs. Anderson joined her husband in his home office, taking a seat while he rounded up some calls.“You should stay back,” he said, coming closer. Mrs. Anderson looked up at him, his face cold and distant. He had not been himself since Kathleen Williams arrived at their home. She hated this side of him.“What do you mean I should stay back? I am to meet with Luna, and my influence will grant us more,” she countered

Clair had been pacing in her room since returning from the Anderson mansion. She couldn’t bring herself to digest her mother’s words, and her father's not taking her calls wasn’t helping either. Dama could only watch as her mistress grew more restless, unable to offer any comfort.News spreads quickly in the realm, but bad news spreads faster than wildfire. Dama glanced at the newspaper in her hands, unsure if now was the right time to hand it over to Clair.“My lady,” Dama called softly, stretching out the newspaper. Clair turned sharply, snatching it from her grasp.“How many times do I have to tell you I wish not to be disturbed? My life is falling apart, and I can’t afford interruptions now, so leave and—” Clair stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on the front page.“A slut Luna cheating with another Alpha.”Clair couldn’t contain herself. How was this not her? The woman sprawled on the bed, dressed in red lingerie, her body shamelessly exposed—it was her.“This picture… This w

Everything had been a mess since his defeat at Lakes. Now, Alpha of the pack, he had worked so hard to keep under control; Mark couldn't feel the bliss. He couldn’t help but think that the people wanted someone else, not him. It was easy to see the truth in their eyes and their words.“How do you do, Alpha? Will your elder brother be coming for the moon dance this year?” they asked more frequently than he could keep up with. The ride to the office was quick, yet everything felt shallow, and the days passed by like hallucinations. He had no beta, his wife was now known for her skills in other men’s beds, and his father wouldn’t cease reminding him of how much of a failure he had become.Mark didn’t mind the nasty comments thrown at him; he felt like an alpha without powers. His father wouldn’t let him handle even the bare minimum, and every time he asked, he would be reminded of how nasty his wife was and how his unsteady home would portray him to the people. Mark sighed as he stepped

The lights were off when Fredrick walked into the room. He could hear her quiet sobs but couldn’t tell where they were coming from. At the foot of the bed sat Emilia. She couldn’t explain what had gotten into her—the tears flowed freely, and her heart felt unbearably heavy. She hated everything about what had just transpired downstairs.Lina knew everything about the man Emilia married. She could tell when it was his birthday, what he liked most, and what his favorite colors were. Emilia didn’t know any of that.She felt his steps nearing her, but she was too overwhelmed to react. Frederick sat down beside her. The room wasn’t completely dark—the moonlight streamed in, casting a soft glow in her direction. Her hair fell over her face, hiding her puffy, swollen eyes. Frederick’s fingers brushed the loose strands away. Despite her tears, she looked breathtaking.“Emi,” he whispered, gently caressing her flushed cheek. “What’s wrong?”Emilia sobbed harder at the sound of his voice. How c