บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Mistress and the Beta: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Caleb’s POV Her hand slips into mine, trembling but sure. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t give me a chance to ask questions, and I don’t stop her. When she tugs me toward her hostel room, I follow like a man starved, like a man who’s been waiting his whole life for this single thread of mercy. The door clicks shut behind us, and the silence inside feels louder than the night air outside. She turns to me, eyes glistening not with anger, not with accusation, but with something raw, something vulnerable. I’ve braced myself for her fury, for the lash of her voice, for the questions about Delores that I can’t bear to answer. But none of that comes. Instead, Raven steps closer, her eyes focused on mine. As her chest brushes mine, and in that instant, the tension inside me unravels. My breath hitches as she presses her palms against my chest, like she’s grounding herself in me. I catch her wrists gently, afraid she’ll pull away, afraid I’ll shatter this moment with my own guilt. “Raven…” He

Caleb’s POV I pull Raven away after noticing how uncomfortable she looks around the tutor. I bring her to her hostel room, open the door, and sit on the bed. "Tell me, Raven, is everything okay?" I ask. "No, Caleb, no." She starts. "That guy is not a good guy," she says, her eyes wider than they usually are. "What would make you say that, gorgeous?" I ask, pulling her towards me and sitting her on my lap. She looks breathtaking even in her state of panic. If this wasn’t so important, I would take her right now. "Caleb..." Her voice comes out as a whisper. My breath hitches. "Would it sound crazy that I want you... now?" she asks, wrapping her hands around my neck and getting off my lap to straddle me. "No, Raven." I whisper back, our eyes locked. "I want you too, so badly," I say. "I’m all sweaty though," she says. "I don’t care, Raven, I’m crazy about every version of you." I mean every single word. "Oh, Caleb." She brushes her lips on mine, her scent washing over me. Our li

Caleb’s POV "You know the drill, Caleb. The pack comes first." Morris’s voice is firm, steady, carrying that commanding weight only an Alpha can wield. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, burn into mine as though daring me to defy him. I stand tall, my chest heaving, claws half-bared already. "You’ll have to go through me first, brother," I snap, my voice trembling with the force of my conviction. "I promised to protect her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do." Morris narrows his gaze, his jaw tightening. "Are you challenging your Alpha, Caleb? Should I take this as treason?" His tone is calm, but every word is sharpened like a blade. Treason. The word slams into me like a strike to the gut. To defy my Alpha, my own blood, means exile, maybe even death. But in this moment, none of it matters. All I can think about is Raven. She is behind me, her trembling presence brushing against my back like a faint whisper of warmth. "It’s Raven I care about now," I growl lowly, my wolf

Raven’s POV “You’ve been asking questions, haven’t you, Raven?” His voice is low, smooth, but there’s a bite to it, like thunder rumbling just before the storm breaks. “About who you are. About what you are.” His eyes glimmer, a predator’s delight flashing within them. I force myself to meet his gaze, though my heart claws at my ribs. “You don’t know anything about me,” I snap, though we both know I’m lying. He’s the only one who can give me the answers I’ve been starving for. “Oh,” he purrs, stepping closer, “but I do. In fact, I know more than you ever will. Shall I tell you a story?” He smirks, biting his lower lip playfully. If I hadn’t already tasted the poison of his soul, that little gesture might have made me waver. He would’ve swayed me, just like he wants. I grit my teeth, but my wolf pricks her ears forward, desperate, terrified. Raphael begins circling me, slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the kill. “Once, there was a wolf. A she-wolf named Selene. Sh

Caleb’s POV I press my palm against her mouth as if I could stop it, as if I could keep her life from spilling out of her, but the crimson keeps seeping between my fingers. She’s so pale, so fragile in my arms, the heat of her body flickering like a dying flame. I can barely feel her pulse. My wolf howls inside me, clawing at my chest, demanding I save her, that I do something. But I can’t this bastard has the antidote. He stands before me like a shadow born of the storm itself, smug and calm while Raven’s breath rattles weakly against my shirt. “You bastard,” I snarl, my voice breaking, vibrating through my teeth. “What did you do to her?” He tilts his head, as if amused by my rage. “I told you, Caleb, poison, a slow one. One that eats away at her strength with every heartbeat. Right now, she is dangling between life and death.” He smirks. I can’t believe he's the same person who was clinging to her as if he loved her. So it was all for show? I shift Raven carefully, cradli