Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lost Her To My Brother : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Clair woke up more energetic than before. She hummed as she went about getting ready for her day. There wasn't much on her to-do list—just a little shopping, driving around to flaunt her car, and maybe grabbing a snack on her way back—but first, she had to make sure she had her own set of maids before leaving the mansion.Descending the stairs, she watched Luna Carrier and her son eat in absolute silence. The mansion was becoming too cold for her liking. Impatiently, she joined them.“Good morning,” she greeted them warmly.Alan did not stay long; he quickly rounded up his food and stood up.“Mom, I will be leaving now,” he announced.Luna Carrier nodded.“Do take care of yourself and don't stay out late. You can always crash at the hostel if time whines by,” she said.Alan nodded, fully aware he wouldn't be listening to his mother's words. The school could be trying, but nothing was as draining as the thought of his father being married to Clair. As he took a step forward, Clair coug

As the night wind blew away, Clair stood back, trying hard to avoid the spotlight. Not only had it been her and Luna Carrier, but others had heard, and she could hear the little whispers hovering around her like an evil spirit. The damage was done, and her reputation for sleeping with the man before marriage did not help. As the guests danced and chattered the night away, she stood in a corner like wallpaper, staring at every action.They were not perfect. Under the dimmed lights, she watched some stolen kisses — not from their wives, husbands, or mates. They were full of faults, and so was she, but they pointed fingers at her like she was the most corrupt in the world. Clair sipped the contents of her glass, but the late guest caught her attention faster than she had anticipated. In a limited edition EME ball gown, she swayed, her hand tugged into that of her husband’s. They looked every inch the definition of the perfect couple.Clair clenched her glass hard. The day couldn't get an

A month had gone by since the trending gala night, and Clair had been even better than before. The mansion was calm as always as she walked her way towards the front, with Flour and Claudia following behind, holding a suitcase as they made their way out. Luna Carrier sat at the table, watching them leave. She couldn't be prouder.“My lady, why did you allow Clair to get away with it? Everything she had was taken out by fraud, and it should belong to your son,” Brenda voiced out, but Luna Carrier just smiled. She did not care. Alan would be better than his father and herself. He was not only a bright kid but also one who had created the right connections and surrounded himself with the right group of people.“To be honest with you, Brenda, I do not want my son to be Alpha of Raven. Yes, I know he has been trained to take over, but I doubt he will be leading Ravern.” Brenda stood perplexed. Every woman in her shoes would not only be fighting for herself but also for her children. She di

Alan quickly stood up. “It's okay. I do understand. I was a fool for thinking something could be done about it,” he said, but his mother held him back. Luna Carrier raised her eyes to meet those of her son.“And why are you a fool? She is your mate, and if she accepts and her father has no objections, I do not see reasons why you can't have her.”Alan quickly sat down with hope in his eyes. “What about Father? We all know he has never liked Alpha Timberlake, much less anyone in his family.”Luna Carrier knew of that, but she would not let her husband's baseless hate for another Alpha cost their son his happiness.“To hell with your father. I love you, and I will work this out for your happiness.”Alan embraced his mother even tighter. “I know I can always count on you,” he said, retiring to his room.A few days passed, and every attempt to see Torri was futile. Alan walked and drove home in a sad mood, as always. His head hung low as he stepped into the mansion. From their usual spot,

In the Camfrey mansion, everything seemed like a ghost of itself. The pack was a shadow of its former glory, and so were its leaders. Mrs. Camfrey woke up like every other day. Her day was already filled with sadness even before it began. She no longer smiled or found reason to. As she got herself ready for the day, she walked downstairs, and everything in the mansion was untouched.Most of the servants had resigned without notice. Not that she blamed them or anything of that sort, but she would have appreciated a little transparency from their side. The mansion now collected dust like old, unseen items hidden away from the eyes of many. She did not want to hire more servants; their income was suffering since her husband decided to seek comfort in vodka shots, and Mark had to take care of so many.Something that had come as a relief for her was now her pain. From outside, the mansion, which used to be swamped with cars and guards doing their daily chores, was rather empty. She no long