บททั้งหมดของ Stuck Between Two Alphas: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Connor’s POVMorning came cold and colorless.I hadn’t slept. Not really. Just like every night since Ivy vanished, rest was something that was teased but never delivered—like a mirage in the desert. Guilt clung to me like a second skin. I could function through the day, wear the face, smile when needed. But those hours between midnight and dawn? That’s when regret slithered in. Whispering all the things I should’ve done, all the ways I failed her.So when the knock came—sharp, polite—I was already dressed, fixing the last cufflink on my charcoal suit. The maid poked her head in, eyes low, voice soft.“Mr. Thompson, Mr. Ryland is waiting downstairs.”I didn’t even look up. “Thanks,” I muttered, grabbing my phone and leaving the room without a backward glance.They’d tried earlier to coax me to breakfast. I hadn’t opened the door. Just said flatly, “I don’t do breakfast.”I descended the marble stairs like I’d done it a hundred times before, finding Ryland standing beneath one of tho

Connor’s POVI pulled Mr. Ryland up by the collar. He slapped my hand away, nearly stumbling again, but I held him, keeping my voice low, steady—barely.“There’s a reasonable explanation,” I said.The words dropped like a stone into a lake. Everything went still.No one spoke.No one breathed.Even the guards, half-raised guns and shocked expressions frozen in place, waited.Ryland’s jaw flexed. “It better be good enough to keep me from pressing charges,” he growled, straightening his blazer. “Because as far as I’m concerned, you just assaulted a state official. And I will have you arrested.”Dorothy’s face was streaked with mascara and fury, still cradling her cheek like the pain was fresh. She snapped, “What the hell is wrong with you, Connor?! What came over you?!”Instinct.That’s what it was.But I hesitated.How do I say it?She’s my mate.No. Rejected. Broken. Lost. Whatever she is now… how do I explain this to humans?I cleared my throat. “The truth is… she’s family.”A gasp r

Richard’s POVAs soon as she left, we got to work.Daniel had moved fast—too fast, maybe. The moment she stepped out the door, he confirmed what we all feared: She’s not Ivy. She’s not my daughter.She looked like her. Moved like her. Hell, even smelled like her—mostly. But there were cracks. Hair parted wrong. The way she walked too confidently, like she didn’t carry the trauma Ivy did. The real Ivy, my daughter, never liked strong perfume. This one bathed in it.Daniel’s investigation sealed it: Ivy Blackwood had a twin sister. One we never knew existed. One who’d been playing us like a fucking violin.Questions swirled like a damn hurricane in my head:When did the switch happen?Why?Where is my daughter?!We had a plan. Daniel was to lure her to a safe location under the pretense of meeting privately. Once there, he’d trap her—get answers. Confession. Anything.We waited for his call to tell us the next move.It never came.Marcus paced the floor like a caged animal, fists clench

Lila’s POVWe lay tangled minutes later, a heap of sweat and blood and lust, our limbs knotted like vines choking the last breath out of sanity. The makeshift mattress was half off the frame, the air thick with the scent of sex and something deeper—something dangerous. Like ozone before a storm. Like violence held by the throat.His chest rose and fell beneath mine. One hand sprawled lazily over my ass, the other rubbing slow, absent-minded circles across my back, like I wasn’t the reason his world had just cracked open. His skin was hot, flushed, and damp. Still trembling from what we did. What we are.I dragged a finger down his chest, letting my clawed nail skim his nipple, watching it pebble. Then I circled it, soft and slow, until his breath hitched.“Tell me your story,” I murmured, lips brushing his ear. “Why are you really after my sister?”His body stiffened. The hand on my butt flexed. The other dragged over his face like he could scrub the truth off it.“Fuck…” he muttered.

A low, menacing growl froze every heart in the chamber.“Who dares sit on my chair… while I still draw breath?”The voice wasn’t loud—but it cut. Deep. Ice and fire laced in every syllable.Every single Alpha, councilman, elder, and warrior shot to their feet. The weight of the King’s presence slammed through the hall like a war hammer. Heads bowed instantly. No one dared look up. The sheer force of Leo’s aura drove even the most hardened warriors to lower their gazes in reverence and fear.All… except Boyd Ashton.And Isabella, who trembled like a branch in a storm.Boyd stood leisurely, brushing invisible dust from his tunic. “You were supposed to be locked away,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You’re not meant to be here.”He turned on her, wild with rage and blistering shame, his face red with more than fury.“How dare you lie to me!” Boyd roared, eyes bloodshot and wild as they locked onto her trembling form. “You told me the king was mad—insane—you filthy, scheming bitch! And