Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Mistress and the Beta: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 46

Beatrice’s POV What’s happening to me lately? Just a short while ago, when I was with Emily, I barely felt any sympathy for her. I just… looked at her. It was as if I was watching someone through a thick, blurry window, disconnected. A cold wave had swept over me. Part of me, goddess, help me, wanted to strangle her. Just end it. That dark, horrifying thought flashed in my mind so clearly I could feel the weight of it in my hands. I had to fight with everything inside me to keep my cool. I forced myself to smile, to breathe, to walk away. And I did. Somehow, I managed to go out without doing anything to her. But that’s not all. Yesterday morning, I woke up covered in dirt. My clothes were stained, my nails packed with soil, and there were scratches on my arms like I had run through the woods or clawed at something. I don't remember a thing. I had to convince myself I was sleepwalking. It’s the only explanation that sounded... acceptable. But deep down, I knew there had to be an

Caleb’s POV I’m up before dawn. I didn’t get much sleep, just a few hours of tossing and turning, replaying Raven’s face over and over in my mind. The pain in her voice, the way she looked at me when I held her, when I let her go... it all keeps echoing. The sky is still dark, painted in shades of blue and purple. A thin mist clings to the ground like a secret. I’ve already packed my bag. The car is prepped, waiting just past the front gates. Elijah, Nashon, and Joshua should be here any moment. I step out onto the porch, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The wind bites a little, but it feels good. Clears my head. And then I hear footsteps behind me. Soft. Light. Hesitant. I turn, half-expecting one of my brothers but it’s her. Raven. She’s standing there in the early light, her hair braided back, a small backpack slung over one shoulder. She looks tired but steady, eyes fixed on mine like she’s already made her decision. “You’re up early,” I say, my voice lower than I mea

Caleb’s POV "Trice?” The name rolls off my tongue before I can stop myself. "Raphael?" I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. I look at Raven, confused, and she’s glowing. Her face lights up like I’ve never seen before. Her entire demeanor shifts. The stiffness in her shoulders, the guarded way she carries herself, it all melts into something soft and radiant. Her eyes widen, lips part in disbelief, then curve into a smile so genuine it tugs something sharp inside my chest. So this is who she was looking for. Of course, I should’ve known. She's been here all her life, she's gorgeous why wouldn't she have a male friend. My gaze flicks to the man rushing toward her, Raphael. He’s beaming, arms outstretched like a fool in a fairytale. The kind of joy that only comes from deep, unwavering affection. He stops just in front of her, his eyes drinking her in like he still can't believe she’s real. I watch silently as she whispers his name like it’s the only word that ma