All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The next few days are much the same. Claudia fetches me from the cell, and Braden meets us at the top of the stairs. Depending on his mood—or whatever he thinks will hurt me the most—he either kisses or hits her. I see the confusion in her eyes, the way she wonders why the man she ‘loves’ keeps hurting her like this. Each day, she seems more alone, trapped with only Braden to depend on. Her frustration spills onto me. She whips me more often, not even noticing how quickly I heal.Today, however, instead of heading to the clearing where I've been working, we take a different path through the pack's territory. The destination is the house where Claudia and Braden once lived when they were betas. Now, it seems, ‘Uncle’ Leon occupies it.Dark wood panels line the walls, and amber lanterns cast an eerie glow despite it being the middle of the day. The air is stale, carrying a faint scent of dust and something different that itches my nose. Claudia steps up and knocks on the door, her knuck

“What did you say, baby?” Braden asks, his voice smooth, calculated. I fiddle with my ring, twisting it around my finger, the metal cool against my skin.“Oh, nothing,” I murmur. “I’m just tired from seeing Leon. He’s keen to be the beta of the pack. Have you chosen him?” My voice is soft, measured. My hands drop to my sides as Braden’s gaze sharpens, assessing me.“I might,” he says, his tone deceptively casual. “Leon said you left at 2:30 PM. That was over two hours ago. What did you do after that?”The way he says it sends a shiver through me. Nonchalant, but laced with something dark. He’s getting better at this—speaking gently before he strikes. I can’t remember a time when he used to hit me. Now, it happens almost daily. At first, he claimed it was an accident—our sex was too rough, I was standing too close when he moved—but now… now, there are no excuses. Just the ever-present tension, the way my body stays coiled, waiting.“He gave me a headache, and I wanted to walk through t

Braden steps into the bedroom, and I feel the power radiating off him as he crosses the floor towards me sucking the air out with each step. "You're still awake?" he asks, his fingers trailing through my hair, brushing against my forehead, I wince as he hits the newly formed bruise."I am."He smiles, sitting beside me, the bed dipping under his weight. "I'm sorry about earlier. When I thought of this punishment, I didn’t realize how it would make me feel, too." His lips twitch into a half-smile, a small attempt at an apology. It's not enough and I wait for him to explain. I'm not letting him off just yet. "It keeps bringing the memory back of when I found you. And I just feel so angry because I was helpless." His voice is steady, but inside, I’m still burning with rage, does he really believe that justifies anything. His eyes soften as they hold mine, but I remain on edge, my body tense, waiting for an answer that will ease none of it."You shouldn’t have hit me, Braden. That was u

I lick and suck on the mark, desperate. My mate. My everything.A deep inhale. Then arms coil around me, strong and possessive. His head dips into my neck, breathing me in. "Love... I’m alright," he mutters, but his voice is weak.Storm-gray eyes snap open, locking onto mine.A choked sound escapes me before I crush my lips to his. The kiss is desperate, raw, brimming with hunger and need. My hands roam his scarred body, claiming him as mine. I don't care what he looks like, how damaged he is, he is like this because he no doubt tried to save me. I love him even more for it.He shifts beneath me my robe falling open, his body taut, coiled with tension. I feel him, thick and hard against me. Heat coils in my belly. but as much as I want this, need this, I'm not sure Leo is able to right now. "Are you—" My words cut off as he enters me, filling me in one swift motion. I'm stetched out completely as my walls quiver around him. His eyes burn into mine. No hesitation. No second thoughts.

I creep back to the bedroom door and slowly ease it open. Braden is still sprawled across the bed, exactly where I left him, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. I slip inside, gently closing the door behind me. My feet barely make a sound as I tiptoe across the room, my pulse racing as I keep my eyes locked on him. Every second feels like it stretches forever as I pray silently, hoping it isn’t some act—hoping he’s really out cold.I reach the bathroom, where the steam from my earlier shower has already dissipated, leaving the air clammy against my skin. My robe hits the laundry basket with a soft thud, and I step under the icy cold spray. The shock of the water makes me suck in a sharp breath, but I need it. I grab the soap and scrub hard, scrubbing away every trace, every lingering touch. I pay careful attention between my thighs, my stomach clenching as I remember.A low groan cuts through the quiet just as I rinse off. My breath catches.“Baby?” Braden’s voice is h