Semua Bab ALPHA’s HEART MY PRISON: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Jack’s Point of View:Rose rushed back to the Blue Lagoon Pack, her expression tense as she entered. “Any news from Lucy? Is Loren demanding money or something?” Her voice carried urgency while Ross paced anxiously nearby.“He’s asking for sixty million dollars for Lucy’s release,” I said. “But don’t worry, I’ve already ordered my team to gather the funds.” I hoped my reassurance would ease Ross’s nerves.“Sixty million? That’s insane! Loren kidnapped her just to extort us?” Rose’s face drained of color at the hefty demand.“Let me handle this,” I murmured, pulling her into my arms. Loren’s vendetta was with me, not Lucy. She had been caught in the crossfire, and that guilt weighed heavily on me.“Stay here—I’ll take care of it,” I said, guiding Rose back to the villa.“But what are you going to do?” Her gaze searched mine, anxiety etched into her features. She knew me too well to believe I’d simply pay Loren without retaliation. I wasn’t the type to be humiliated or let someone profi

Hilary’s point of view I can’t take this anymore. Loren—he’s unbearable. Rough, uncaring…he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a woman. No softness, no consideration. Just his demands, his selfishness. I never wanted this—never asked for him. But what choice did I have? Out there in the wild, I wouldn’t have lasted a day after Jack drove me from the Blue Lagoon pack. The wilderness is cruel, and death would’ve found me faster than mercy. So, I stayed with Loren. I survived. But at what cost?Gods, the way he touches me—it’s nothing like what it should be. Not tender. Not loving. Just…possessive. Like I’m some object to use whenever he pleases. And as if that humiliation isn’t enough, he parades around with those other women—those slaves. Don't even bother to hide it. He’ll come to me at night, take what he wants, then stroll off to warm someone else’s bed without so much as a backward glance. There’s no respect. No dignity left for me. I was treated better at Blue Lago

Hilary’s point of view Loren’s words echoed in my head like a terrible song I couldn’t turn off. Lucy likes Jack. No, that couldn’t be right. It had to be a lie. I stared at him, arms crossed, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “You’re lying,” I snapped, glaring. “You have to be.”He shrugged like it was nothing—like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “Say whatever you want, Hilary, but it’s true. Lucy likes him.”Unbelievable. My nails dug into my arms. Every nerve in my body screamed with rage. Of course she would. Why wouldn’t she? Loren even had the audacity to mutter, “Why does every girl seem to fall for him?”That did it. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. I hated that he was right. I hated how Jack could walk into a room and turn heads like some damn prince out of a fairytale. And worse? It wasn’t just random girls. No. It was my enemies. Rose. Now Lucy—Rose’s best friend—falling for her mate? Disgust twisted in my stomach. Pathetic.And yet… a dark smi

Rose’s point of viewMy head still spun with Mika’s words, replaying like a broken record in my mind. Hilary… and James? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could my supposed father—my enemy—have been involved with her? The same woman who’d done everything in her power to ruin me? My stomach twisted in knots, the betrayal cutting deeper than I ever imagined possible.I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers clenched tightly together, trying to process everything. Mika stood nearby, arms folded, her expression somber. Bianca had already left, sensing the tension thick in the room. Every breath felt heavier, every thought darker.Then, the sound of an engine broke through the silence. Tires crunched against the gravel outside, and I instinctively looked toward the window. Jack’s car pulled up, and beside him, I recognized Marvin’s figure as they stepped out. Marvin glanced at me briefly but then shifted his gaze toward Bianca, who had just reached her car. Their eyes locked for a flee

Rose’s Point of ViewAs I stood behind Jack, I listened to Hilary’s sobs, her voice laced with desperation as she pleaded for forgiveness. But what truly caught my attention was her mention of the fire in the Maroon Hill Pack’s dungeon.A memory stirred.I remembered that fire all too well.That night, James had thrown a grand party, and while the others reveled in luxury, I had slipped away to check on the imprisoned slaves. The moment I reached the dungeon, I saw thick smoke seeping from the cracks of the heavy iron door. The scent of burning wood and dry grass filled the air.Panic spread as guards shouted, warning that the flames had reached the dungeon’s entrance. Some rushed inside, attempting to quell the blaze, but the fire spread too fast. Soon, fear took over, and they turned to flee, abandoning the remaining prisoners to their fate.I couldn’t stand by and watch them die.Fueled by rage and defiance, I pushed past the guards and charged into the inferno.I had never expecte