บททั้งหมดของ Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Calix’s POV.A traitor in a pack was like a cankerworm if left unchecked, would burrow deeper into the foundation of the pack until all that was left was chaos.At my question, Han and I stared at each other just as a thought materialized in my head. Somehow, he read my thoughts and a gasp escaped his lips.“No! You don't think she can do that. Could she?” he asked. I raked my fingers through my hair.“I wouldn’t give her a pass, you saw how rude she was to my mate at breakfast. I need to have a word with her.” Walking past my beta, I headed down the stairs and soon stepped into the hallway leading to Leia’s room.I stopped briefly at her door, shuffled my furious self down, and knocked on the portal. Seconds turned into minutes, and there was no response.Glancing at Han, I knocked again, yet there was no sign of her. Where could she have gone? My mind reeled at the thought of anything bad happening to her.Just when I was to force the door open, she did first from the other end,

Emily’s POV. Reluctantly, I took her hand and she gave me a gentle tug. “Come on! You will enjoy it!” she gingered. I rose to my feet and she steered us toward the door. The foyer opened up to us, the terrace, and lastly the courtyard. Letting go of my hand, Leia spread her arms, closed her eyes and inhaled the air. “Ah!” Smiling, she reopened her eyes and stared at me. “Nothing beats the morning’s fresh air,” she said. A faint smile touched my lips. I glanced around the courtyard; at the guards scattered about the place. Leia and I exchanged glances and resumed strolling down the pathway. We walked in companionable silence, the crisp morning air brushing against my skin. The courtyard was vast, as usual, lined with manicured hedges and blooming flowers in vibrant hues. The sunlight filtered through the high castle walls, casting a warm glow on the cobblestones. Leia led the way, her steps light and easy, while I couldn’t shake the tension lingering in my shoulders. “This i

Emily’s POV. Han nodded and bolted out of the room and almost immediately a bell resonated through the walls of the castle. The already tense atmosphere of the laundry room became even more apprehensive. It seemed I was the only one in the room who didn't know what bell was ringing. Guards trooped into the room only then did Calix released his grip on the handmaids. Ivy collapsed on the floor, next to Rose, and both wheezed, coughing with bulging eyes. “Take them away, all three of them!” Calix commanded and the guards swung into action. “Please, my lord, please!” Theresa begged. They were bundled them out of the room and another deadening silence fell in the room. “Bella, is there anyone else in this room that has defied you?” Calix asked. His eyes were still glowing green but softened as he gazed at me. The rest of the servants in the room cowered at his question, they bowed their heads and avoided my gaze. But none of them has ever bullied me. “No.

Calix’s POV. A growl rumbled in my chest. My late father's best friend was the last person I wanted to set my eyes on. “I may not have enough evidence to pin the accusation that he wrote to the Nirian parliament, but I have a strong feeling it's him.” “Could it be he’s here to admit to his crimes?” Han asked. “Mr. Westley? Admit to his crimes?” I scoffed. “Nobody admits to treason certainly not Mr. Westley. He’s smarter than that,” I replied and climbed down the stairs. “So what should I do?” Han asked, joining me. “Send him away.” I glanced at my beta. “Tell him I’m in no mood for visitors.” “Yes, my lord.” Han bowed and doubled his pace down the stairs but curiosity rippled through me. “Where’s he?” I asked. We both halted in our tracks and Han turned around. “I didn’t let him inside. He’s waiting on the terrace,” he said. A smile touched my lips—once again, I was proud of having him as my beta. He knew better not to let an

Emily’s POV. The sheets were still warm where he had been and his scent lingered—a sign that it hadn’t been long since he left. “Calix?” I called out and sat on the bed. A wave of sadness swept through me as I realized I was all by myself—again, and then I heard the faint sound of water trickling in the washroom. Movements followed and the door swung open. He stepped into the room, droplets of water slid down his damp hair, trailing over his shoulder, down to the hard planes of his stomach where a white towel clung. “Where you looking for me?” he asked and I recollected myself. “Yes. No. I thought you left,” I stuttered. A smug smile spilling on his lips, he crossed the room and sat next to me. “I’d never leave without saying goodbye unless it's inevitable,” he muttered and planted a passionate kiss on my lips, one that left me closing my eyes and leaning into him as he deepened it. Painfully, the kiss ended and he cupped my face. “Good morning,” he greeted. “A good