Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Mistress and the Beta: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Raphael’s POV Her scream lingers long after her voice breaks, an echo caught between the stone walls of the cavern. I scoop her in my arms and she collapses against me, her body shuddering once before going limp. Her head falls to my shoulder, hair damp with sweat, her breath shallow and uneven. Did we perform the ritual too soon? I mean she had just consumed poison. Naah! she'll be fine. I can feel it, the ritual tore through her, stripped her raw, and in the ashes of what she was… something new has risen. I hold her tighter, staring down at her face. Even in unconsciousness her expression is fierce, brows drawn together as if she’s fighting battles in dreams. My mark burns faintly beneath her skin, pulsing like a heartbeat, she's finally mine, or so I hope. Across from me, Selene sinks to her knees, tears streaking down her pale face. “She hates me,” she whispers, voice trembling. “She always hated me, and now she’ll never forgive...” “Enough.” Kael’s voice cuts like a bla

Raven’s POV Darkness clings to me like wet ash. I float in it, half-dreaming, half-drowning, voices murmur at the edges, distorted, pulling at me. Then comes the pain. It cuts through the fog, sharp and merciless, dragging me toward consciousness. My body is heavy, my chest tight, as if something is crushing me from the inside. I fight for breath, and every inhale feels like tearing through smoke. Then I feel warmth, a hand, rough, trembling, clutching mine as though I might slip away forever if he lets go. My lashes flutter, and light sears into my vision. I wince, but the grip tightens, a voice cracking through the haze. “Raven? Please, come back to me.” the words anchor me, though the voice… the voice is a stranger’s. My eyes adjust slowly, a ceiling I don’t know, walls painted in shadows, the faint scent of pinewood, smoke, and something richer, like earth after a storm. Then I see faces. One kneeling at my side, his dark hair falls forward, his eyes wide, desperate, ri

Caleb’s POV Her voice cuts through me like a blade. “Why does it hurt to see you like this?” For a second, I think I’ve imagined it. That my grief has finally twisted into madness, whispering her voice into my ears to torment me. But then I lift my head, and she’s there. She stands only a few feet away, the damp strands of her hair clinging to her face, Raphael’s shirt hanging loose on her body. The sight rips through me like claws. It should be my shirt on her. She should be in my arms, where she belongs. But she’s here, looking at me, her voice soft, confused… and she doesn’t remember. My chest constricts and my throat tightens so badly I can barely breathe. “Raven…” Her name scrapes out of me in a broken whisper. Just saying it nearly undoes me. I have never loved a woman as I love her, and I think I’m being punished for all the hearts I broke. I never imagined it could be this painful. She tilts her head, studying me, her eyes glistening with uncertainty, but I see i

Raven’s POV The storm hasn’t left me since I woke up. It lives under my skin, restless, whispering, reminding me that I am no longer who I once was. The maroon streaks in my hair fall into my eyes as I brush them back, and even the smallest movement crackles with strange energy. I feel… whole and fractured at once. Raphael notices everything. His eyes linger on me too long, as if he’s proud of what I’ve become. As if I’ve become exactly what he and my parents wanted. Sometimes, I hate the way he looks at me. Sometimes, it thrills me. That morning, he clasps my wrist as we step into the corridors of the Nadine-west mansion. His hand is warm, firm, but it feels like chains even though he holds me gently. “Today is important,” he says, his tone too calm, too confident. “Mason will see what he lost. He’ll regret every decision he ever made that didn’t include you.” I hesitate. “Why Mason?” Raphael leans closer, his lips almost brushing my ear. His voice is velvet, but it coil

Raphael’s POV The door to my apartment shuts with a sharp click, sealing us in. The air still thrums faintly from Raven’s outburst in the garden, the walls holding on to the storm she unleashed. She doesn’t even realize how the power lingers, how she carries it with her like a crown. Good thing no one saw her, and Mason he's terrified but I'm sure he'll counter attack soon so I need to move faster with my plans. The earlier the better. She sits on the edge of my bed, her back straight, her fists tightening and loosening in her lap. Her curls, streaked with maroon, catch the dim light like strands of flame. She looks more than beautiful, she looks untouchable, otherworldly. I stand by the door for a moment, drinking in the sight. This is who she was always meant to be—not the fragile maid, not the stammering girl, but the storm-born. The daughter of Selene and Kael. The weapon, the curse, the savior. I smile slowly. “Raven,” I say, my voice low, steady. Her head lifts. He