Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alphas: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Connor’s POVThe woman…Monica, I later heard her name shrieked…lunged for my mate’s arm, nails curved like claws, but instinct snapped inside me.My wolf ripped free with a feral snarl.I yanked my mate back to me, crushing her against my chest, the pull of her body into mine so natural it was like breathing.The moment our skin met again…barely a graze of her wrist against my hand…electricity detonated. It wasn’t subtle. It was a violent current, a lightning strike straight to my spine, shooting into every nerve ending until my lungs locked and my heart threatened to beat itself out of my chest.She stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping her parted lips. She felt it too.The bond. The undeniable tether of mate.Her trembling body pressed against me, tiny compared to my frame, but gods, she fit. My wolf was near feral now, chanting, Mine. Ours. Protect her. Never let go.I bent low, my breath hot against her ear, unable to stop the deep words from tearing free. “Touch her again, and I will

Connor’s POVHer mark still burned against my skin, the scent of her blood and bond seared into me like fire that wouldn’t fade. My wolf prowled beneath the surface, restless, victorious, growling one word over and over in my head.Mate.I wasted no time introducing myself. The moment I had her still and listening, I told Rachel everything…about my kind, about the bond, about what she meant to me. That she was my second chance mate. That I wasn’t willing to let her slip away like I had before.“Come back with me,” I said, my voice steady but edged with desperation. “Come back to my pack. Be my Luna. Be my woman. I can give you more than survival. I can give you a home.”Her gray eyes searched mine, stormy, cautious. She didn’t speak right away, and every second dragged like a blade against my ribs. Then, finally, she whispered, “I don’t have anything here anyway. No one will miss me if I’m gone.”Her voice broke, softer. “I don’t have a family. I was an only child. My parents died in

Lila’s POVI stood up, dragging the bloodied iron rod across the dungeon floor. The weight of it scraped and screeched against stone, echoing like some dark anthem to my triumph. Behind me, she lay still…my mother. My puppet. My prey. My mistake that loved me too much. Loved me to death. Literally.Her body sprawled awkwardly, hair fanned out in a tangle, face frozen in the moment of betrayal. Her eyes, once soft and pleading, were wide open, staring straight into me as if to ask why. A tear had slid from the corner of her eye just before the light drained from it, cutting a thin trail down her cheek.Finally, they all will taste my beautiful judgment.I couldn’t stop myself from replaying the moment. Her cries, her pleas, the desperate way she begged me to stop as I brought the rod down again and again.“Lila, please… you’re my daughter… please.”I remembered every crack in her voice, the sharp little gasps between sobs, the way her arms never rose to defend herself even though she

Ivy’s POVIt’s been a month since Mr Connor, the one who Daniel explained, was once my mate resolved things officially. A whole month since we untangled that cursed bond, spat it out like bitter poison, and rejected each other.A month of clawing my way back to “normal.” If normal means waking up sweating from half-formed nightmares, flashes of visions that slip through my fingers like smoke, and a monster who always wears the same face…Leo Ashton.I don’t have all my memories back. Not yet. Just the jagged edges. The shadows. The fear.But I talk now. I laugh now. I eat actual food instead of nibbling like a squirrel with social anxiety. I have even started going to the office, because apparently my father believes being cooped up indoors will transform me into some cave-dwelling, light-fearing animal. His exact words, not mine.The condition? Daniel shadows me like a stubborn shadow with biceps. My father swears some “bad man” is after me, showed me a picture and everything. Grim fa

Ivy's POVOlivia nodded seriously, like she wasn’t just casually detonating a bomb in my brain. “You know. The other evil twin who replaced you and almost had me sacked?”I stared at her, utterly lost. “Olivia, what the hell are you talking about?”She frowned. “Wait… you don’t remember?”My heart thudded. And here’s the thing…nobody at work knows I lost my memory. Not a soul. Daniel gave me a file before I returned, pages and pages about how I treated my staff, who I was close to, what kind of person I’d been in the office. I studied it like scripture. That file had become my mask.And Olivia? She was on the list. My right-hand woman. Trusted. Safe.But hearing her talk about a twin? My stomach twisted. Because I’d seen her before. Weeks ago. In a dream. A woman who looked like me. Staring at me with hatred, with pure venom in her eyes.I’d asked my father once. Told him about it. He brushed it off, saying it was just a dream, a fragment of my trauma. That I should let it go.But now