All Chapters of Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He trails off, a dark laugh rumbling in his chest, low, guttural, like rocks grinding together. “Well… I’ll make sure hell feels like a paradise compared to what’s coming for them.” His voice drops to a growl, so quiet I almost miss it. “They’ll beg for mercy. And I’ll watch them burn.”The air still hums with his threat when the door creaks open. Mom steps in, her white coat crisp, clipboard in hand. Her eyes flick between us, unreadable. “The samples are in the lab, the results should be back by tomorrow afternoon. Until then…” She pauses, her gaze lingering on Malcolm’s tight jaw. “Try not to do anything reckless.”"Have you heard any news from Dr. Liana about Lira?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.“They're still running tests, dear. Just be patient a little longer,” Mom sighed deeply, then moved to the sofa, carefully wiping away the remnants left behind. “I can’t fathom who could be so cruel and deceitful... I have a strong suspicion it’s Rebecca again, pulling her dir

“But Malcolm deployed every available Sentinel. The entire perimeter is locked down,” Allison muttered, his chest rising and falling with ragged, furious breaths. The sheer impossibility of the breach was a poison in the air.“Which means our intruder is more than just trained, Allison. He’s elite,” Mom stated, pushing herself up from the floor. Her gaze was like steel as it landed on me, protective and terrified all at once. “And his objective was clear from the start. This wasn’t a random act of violence. He came here for one purpose; to hurt Angie.”“You’re right, mom.” Allison agreed, his voice tight as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the grim fact settling like a stone in the room.In the heavy silence that followed, the sudden, shrill ringtone from my phone was as jarring as a gunshot. My entire body flinched. With a trembling hand, I fumbled for the device on the bedside table. The screen glowed, illuminating the familiar, worried face of my caller. It was Malcolm.

“Cruel man?” I hissed under my breath, fists clenching. “How could you not tell me that Rebecca was working with the Rival Pack?” Malcolm's steps halted behind me. His silence grated like gravel under my heel. “You knew?” The words tore out of me, raw at the edges. He didn’t flinch, just stared back with those damned unreadable eyes. “I thought you'd figure it out,” he said quietly, too calm for the storm brewing in my chest.Like hell I would.Malcolm's expression darkened. “Lira… of course.” I could feel his eyes on me as I tidied up the training stuff, trying to compose myself. When the silence was too much, I found my voice again. “Why didn't you tell me?” I faced him finally.He looked tired… and guarded.Malcolm's jaw clenched, and he shifted guiltily. “I thought…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I thought you'd worry. Distract yourself…”Understanding hit like a blade. “You were trying to protect me.”It wasn't a question. He nodded once, a silent admis

Alpha Malcolm dismounted and crouched by one of the fire pits, his fingers sifting through the ashes. He picked up a fragment of charred meat, sniffing it carefully. “Freshly cooked rabbit,” he stated, his voice laced with caution. “Recently.”I moved closer to the makeshift shelters, kneeling down and hoping to catch a trace of the intruder's scent. “It smells... vaguely familiar. But they haven't left anything personal behind.”“Of course not,” Malcolm replied, his gaze scanning the perimeter. “If they were careless enough to leave something behind, tracking them would be easy.”“You're right, Malcolm. Especially if this group has been planning it meticulously all along,” I murmured, my thoughts tumbling out. Malcolm offered a faint smile as his gaze swept over the scattered tents. He closed his eyes for a moment. “What are you doing?” I mumbled and walked toward him. “Sensing those scents, if I could.” He answered, “Help me to check another chopped tents.” “Well, okay.” I nodd

“Describe them. Now,” Malcolm commanded, his voice low and authoritative as he clasped his hands behind his back, his posture radiating the full weight of his command.“Sir!” Harper's voice was sharp and clear, echoing in the tense room. “The tracks... they're boot prints, accompanied by evidence of multiple makeshift campsites. They're scattered across the northern, eastern, and northwestern sectors. We found nothing left behind, no supplies, no personal effects … except for sections of the perimeter fencing that had been torn down. The wires looked like they'd been deliberately cut or pried apart with a sharp tool.”“No scent at all?” I interjected, a knot of unease tightening in my stomach.“None, Luna,” Carl confirmed immediately. “The sites were completely sterile. It's as if they were never there.”Malcolm's brow furrowed deeply. “That makes no sense. How can you have multiple camps yet leave no trace of scent behind? Are we to believe they all used scent-masking agents in such