All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The dungeon reeked of blood and regret.Lila’s screams had long since turned hoarse—guttural gasps and broken whimpers echoing against cold stone. The floor beneath her was slick with blood from the severed hand, staining her pale skin like ink across parchment. Her breath came in short, desperate pants as her chains rattled softly with each shudder.And still, Connor watched her.No pity. No mercy.He crouched again, elbows on his knees, just inches from her. She tried to shrink away, but her chains yanked her back into the pain. He let the silence hang for a moment longer, letting the weight of her agony settle.Then he reached behind him.The iron branding rod he pulled out glowed faintly red, still hot from the forge.Lila’s eyes widened. “No… no, no—”He grabbed her by the jaw."You branded your sister as a murderer," he said coldly. "Now let me return the favor. But with truth."He slammed the glowing metal against the soft flesh of her collarbone.Her body arched.A scream—anim

DANTEShe was gone.Days had passed. Then a week. And Lila—the woman who shared his hunger, his vision, his vengeance—hadn’t returned.Lila was supposed to come back. They had a plan.Destroy Richard and Marcus Blackwood. Share the crown of chaos together.But she didn’t return.Dante told himself it was part of the plan. Maybe she went underground. Maybe she was lying low until the dust settled from the last time.But deep down…He knew better.Something was wrong.At first, he ignored the tug in his chest. The dull ache. The itching pull of something missing. He was human, not a wolf like her. His instincts were supposed to be logical. Controlled.But Lila? She wasn’t just his partner.She was his addiction.His match in madness.His anchor to the world.And now the cord was fraying.The hunt began the moment the doubt entered his mind. He mobilized his men—low-tier criminals, deserters, mercs, and junkies. People who owed him. People too scared to ask questions.He pulled out a pho

Leo Ashton’s PalaceThe candles in the war room burned low.Scrolls were sprawled across the table—spells, failed remedies, desperate prayers etched in trembling hands. The silence in the room was brittle, ready to break.“Every healer has tried,” Zane muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “Every priest. Every potion. And still your sister’s curse burns through him like wildfire.”“He’s not just cursed,” Shina said quietly. “He’s consumed.”Zane turned to her. The flickering flame carved harsh lines on his face, shadows pooling under his eyes. He hadn’t slept properly in weeks. He couldn’t afford to—not when the King of the realm snarled like a beast behind sealed doors, eyes blackened with a hunger that wasn't his.“He doesn’t recognize me anymore,” Zane whispered, voice fraying. “Not even his Beta. The man I would’ve died for is gone, Shina. You’re our last hope at this point.”Before she could speak, a blast of wind slammed the war room doors wide open.“Beta Zane! Priestess

Midnight TruthsThe sun-keepers stood in a circle around the sanctum, their gold-threaded robes glittering faintly in the pale light of a hundred floating lanterns. The chamber smelled of frankincense and ash, of ancient oil and blood memory. The midnight air was heavy with reverence.Above them, the ceiling of the Hall of Veils had been pulled back with magic—revealing a slice of the black sky streaked with dying stars. Moonlight spilled into the center of the room like a silver altar.At the heart of it, barefoot and cloaked in ceremonial white, stood Shina.The veil was open.The energy thrummed low and slow, like a beast inhaling. The runes on the floor shimmered softly. Candles danced without wind. And all around them, the world held its breath.A voice from the edge of the circle spoke. “The realm of the dead listens, Priestess. Speak now.”Shina raised her chin, her voice steady, though her bones trembled from exhaustion and revelation.“I seek the spirit of Mireya of the Light

Ivy’s POVI turned.No one.Just the empty hallway.So I just shook it off. Probably a servant.Back to the screen. Minutes passed. Then—Another sound. A softer rustling.From the kitchen hallway. As though someone was tiptoeing towards me.My heart picked up, but I forced a breath.No need to panic. It’s probably just a servant, trying to stay quiet so they don’t disturb me.I took another bite, washing it down with cocoa.And then the dizziness began.Slow.Heavy.My limbs started to sag.I stood, intending to head back to bed—But my legs wouldn’t obey. Too heavy. Too slow.So I curled back into the couch, eyes drooping.The tray sat untouched now. And then—Two shadows walked in and were standing in front of me.One leaned in.A voice—whisper-soft, male—breathed against my face.“Is she out now?”I wanted to move. To at least fight back.But my body wouldn’t obey.Footsteps circled me—light, efficient. I felt something cold against my wrist.Metal. A snap. A click.Handcuff