All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lila’s POVAfter several rounds of bone wrecking sex, we finally decided to put our plan into motion.I needed to look the part to appear more believable, so I sliced across my upper arm slowly, not too deep, but deep enough for the blood to well and trickle. I needed it to look real. Raw. Like I’d been dragged through hell and barely crawled out. Dante knelt beside me, his jaw clenched, watching as I smeared the blood down my shoulder, across my chest, even dabbing a bit at the edge of my lip.“Here.” He handed me the small bottle of ash.I dusted it across my cheeks, rubbing some into my thighs and calves. The torn edges of my dress clung to my skin, the overall effect pitiful—perfectly so.“Mess me up more,” I said, my voice low, breath catching as I bit my bottom lip—right as his gaze darkened, lingering on the curve of my mouth.Something in him snapped deliciously.He stepped closer, fingers sliding into my hair with a firm yank that tipped my head back. The sting of it made my

IVY BLACKWOOD When the pack house finally came into view, after an hour of driving, a suffocating silence blanketed the car.Then—A scream.Piercing. Gut-wrenching.Female.“Elizabeth,” Connor growled.He didn’t wait.He was out of the car before the others registered movement, his legs flying toward the front doors, already mindlinking his beta.Status?‘It’s Elizabeth, came the quick reply. She’s inside. It’s chaotic.’The moment he stepped into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks.The scene before him didn’t feel real.Elizabeth was on her knees, her husband, Tom, crumpled beside her. Both of them were crying. Not weeping. Not sniffling.Sobbing.The kind that came from the soul.Ivy’s hair was disheveled, her eyes wide and confused, peeking from behind the older woman’s back as if unsure whether she should run or attack.Elizabeth reached toward her, wailing, “Move! I want to see my baby! My child, the one I gave birth to with this body! Move, you fat cow—”“¡Cállate

Blackwood Estate — Just After MidnightRichard moved quickly through the house, the weight of the last few days sharpening every edge of his thoughts. He mounted the stairs two at a time and turned left toward Marcus’s room, pausing only to listen for any more movement outside. Nothing. But the air felt… wrong. Unsettled. As though the walls themselves were holding their breath.He knocked once, sharply. “Marcus,” he called.There was a rustle, then the door creaked open. Marcus stood there in sweatpants and a black shirt, eyes half-lidded and groggy.“Something’s not right,” Richard said quietly. “Get dressed. I need you to come downstairs.”Marcus stiffened at the tone. He didn’t ask questions. He nodded and turned to grab his boots.By the time Richard descended the stairs again, Marcus was beside him, alert and armed. The hallway lights cast long, twitching shadows as Richard moved toward the main living area and barked toward the guards’ quarters near the side exit.“Full perimet

Ivy’s POVThe morning sun filters through the curtains like melted gold, soft and quiet against my skin.I stir beneath the blanket. My body aches with the kind of weariness that doesn’t come from physical strain—but from the weight of dreams that cut too close to bone.I blink up at the ceiling.The warmth beside me is gone. My father must’ve left sometime before dawn—the imprint of him still faint on the sheets.My father... The word still felt foreign on my tongue. Strange. Unfamiliar. It feels like I had spent my whole life not knowing where I came from, never imagining that I had a family out there.Before the man who claimed to be my blood brought me back here, everything I knew about myself came from Rosa—her stories, her love, her version of who I was.But I couldn’t explain the presence I felt inside me. Sometimes, a voice would whisper from within—saying things I couldn’t quite remember. Other times, it went silent, like it had been ever since we left Mr. Ryland’s home.And

Two days later;Connor stood at the window, staring down at the quiet courtyard.He had failed.Not just Ivy—but himself. His pack. Everything he was supposed to protect.And now, he was paying the price.He had rejected her back then. The one person who would have loved him more than any other. And now he has lost her completely. Nothing he said or did would bring her back.So he would live with that. The only thing he can do is to let her go, and carry the regret like a scar for the rest of his life.But he wouldn’t carry it alone.No.Lila would burn with him.She started the fire—he would make sure she felt every single flame.And it starts now.****The scent of rot was thicker on the east side of the dungeon.The damp, suffocating air clung to Connor’s skin like guilt, yet it was nothing compared to the rage simmering just beneath his surface. He’d contained his wolf. Barely. For two days, the beast within him had clawed at his insides, demanding blood, demanding vengeance.But