Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Mission: Bound by Fate: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Kestrel’s POVI watched Akira disappear down the hallway, out of the kitchen and the small estate and heading to the main estate. Her steps hurried, almost as though she was trying to escape the harshness of the words hurled at her in the kitchen.My mind swirled with questions about what I had just witnessed. Seeing her humiliated like that, seeing her near the brink of tears— it was oddly satisfying. I couldn’t deny it.A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. She deserved it, every bit of it.Still, an idea crept into my head, one I couldn’t ignore.What if I went to her now, pretending to care? It would be a perfect opportunity to dig deeper, to find out what was really going on. The mighty Akira brought low was a rare sight, and I wasn’t about to waste it.Without bothering to grab the snack I had originally gone to the kitchen for, I quickly followed her down the hall.“Akira,” I called out, my voice laced with a false sweetness.She didn’t stop. She didn’t even turn around inst

Akira’s POVI entered my room and let the door shut quietly behind me. My legs felt like they couldn’t carry me anymore, and I sank to the ground, sliding into the corner of the room. I drew my knees up to my chest and let the tears flow freely.The sadness in my heart felt unbearable. How long will this continue? How long will they keep hating me? How long will this taunting words continue? I murmured to myself.I knew the answer, and it made the pain even worse. Afterall I had caused this. I couldn’t pretend otherwise. Every harsh word, every cold stare, every whispered insult— I had earned them.I closed my eyes, wishing I could turn back time. If I could just undo that one decision... If I could erase the day I ran away from Hunter’s pack and sought refuge with Jackson, everything would be different.I shook my head, my tears falling harder. Back then, I thought I was escaping a monster. And to think now that I thought Hunter was cruel, heartless, and dangerous. I was really fooli

Seth’s POVThe sound of my fist pounding against August’s door echoed through the quiet morning. My heart was racing, anticipation coursing through me. This was it— after weeks of chasing shadows, we finally had a lead.The spy who had been working with Jackson was going to be revealed.I had barely caught my breath since receiving August’s early morning call. As soon as he said he had information about the spy meeting Jackson in a hidden location, I had jumped out of bed, thrown on my clothes, and rushed here without a second thought.I couldn’t wait not even thinking of eating my usual large breakfast. I needed to hear it directly from him.I knocked again, harder this time. My urgency must have been clear because, after a few moments, the door creaked open. August stood there, still looking half-asleep, his hair tousled and his eyes heavy.“Seth?” he asked, surprise flashing across his face.I didn’t bother with pleasantries.Pushing past him, I stepped into his living room. “Are y

August’s POVI couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The café seemed calm on the surface, but my instincts told me otherwise.My eyes darted around the room, scanning every face and corner. It was a high-end spot, a place that catered to people like Jackson— humans and werewolves alike who preferred the illusion of safety and exclusivity; places where people of elites gather to boast of how rich they become and how much they had in store.Jackson had assured me this place was secure, that no one could get in without an invitation or a premium membership card. But I wasn’t buying it.Nothing was completely safe. Especially not for someone like me; a man most wanted by a man like Hunter.I adjusted the hoodie over my head, pulling it lower to shadow my face. My heart raced, each beat echoing in my ears as I walked through the café with my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. As much as I hated it, paranoia had become my constant companion in the past few weeks, es

August’s POVWhen I walked into my apartment, I let out a deep sigh of relief. The day had been exhausting, but it was worth it.I pulled the thick bundle of cash out from under my hoodie and tossed it onto the table, watching as it landed with a satisfying thud. Half a million dollars. Again.I smiled to myself, already imagining the future I was building with every dollar.If things kept going this well, I’d have enough money to buy that massive plot of land I’d been dreaming of. I’d build my estate, a monument to my success, and enter the business Jackson had mastered—human and werewolf trafficking.The idea made me chuckle. People like Hunter wanted to act like saints, destroying opportunities like this under the guise of morality. But me? I saw the truth. This business was power, and I was going to be unstoppable.I thought back to my conversation with Jackson at the café earlier today.The plan I’d suggested to him—one I’d spent weeks crafting—was genius. If Jackson played his