All Chapters of Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“What happened to Allison?” I shot up from my seat, the world tilting on its axis.“He was attacked... waiting for you on the terrace,” Lira stammered, her voice trembling with panic. “I've already taken him to the hospital.”“How did you find him? Did you see who did it?” I pressed, my heart hammering against my ribs.“No, but his wound... it's severe. The blade nearly pierced his heart.”My legs buckled, the strength draining from them in an instant. Just as my knees gave way, a strong, steady arm wrapped around me, Malcolm.“What's going on?” His voice was low, a possessive Alpha's growl laced with immediate concern for his fated mate.“Alpha Malcolm, Allison was attacked. He's at the hospital now, receiving medical attention,” Lira explained hurriedly.“By whom? Did you see the attacker?” Malcolm's grip shifted to Lira's shoulders, his intensity demanding answers.“I don't know! I just found him collapsed on the terrace, bleeding from his chest,” Lira replied, her words dissolving

Our heads turned in unison to see Malcolm, my father, and a full contingent of Sentinels emerging from the treeline.Realizing she was surrounded, Rebecca's eyes darted around, searching for an escape route, but it was too late. More Sentinels materialized from every direction, cutting off all paths of retreat.She took a few faltering steps backward, genuine fear finally etching itself onto her face.“I have warned you, time and again,” Malcolm snarled, his voice vibrating with incandescent rage. “To lay a hand on my Luna is to sign your own death warrant!”In a desperate, final gambit, Rebecca rushed forward and clung to Malcolm's powerful arm, her voice a pleading whimper. “Ma-Malcolm, I was only—““Shut the fuck up, Rebecca Hayes!” he roared, violently shaking off her grasp. “It's over! I am done listening to the poison that drips from your lips! I gave you chance after chance, but you... you have gone too far!”My father rushed to my side, his breath coming in ragged, furious pa

“No,” Kael said with a dismissive click of his tongue, his eyes scanning Valerie with contempt. “The one I'm talking about is younger. A man. Who's this pathetic old crone, anyway?”“She is one of the traitors I've been... dealing with for the past week,” Malcolm replied coolly, signaling for Carl to take Valerie back to her silver-lined cell. “I was certain she was your fourth.”“No, it's a man. Likely from the Gryffindor or Orion Stark packs.” Kael sank back into his chair, massing his temples. “The truth is, this so-called 'kidnapping' of Alphas was a ruse. It was a recruitment drive. They're coercing packs to coordinate with them, offering ten kilograms of pure gold as an incentive.”“So, it was all a fabrication?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up as I looked at Malcolm. “Then why were individuals being targeted?”“I suspected it from the beginning,” Malcolm murmured, taking a seat as Allison did the same. “The pattern of kidnappings and attacks felt too orchestrated, too unnatura

Mom pulled something from her pocket that was shaped like a delicate seashell. I looked up at her, my eyes full of silent question.Understanding my gaze, she gently opened the shell. Inside was not a powder or a cream, but what looked like a shimmering, pearlescent dust. With the utmost care, she dipped her finger into it and softly swept the substance across each of my eyelids.A strange, cool warmth spread from her touch, and for a fleeting second, my vision seemed to sharpen, the colors in the room becoming impossibly vibrant. “Mom... what is that?” I whispered, my voice filled with awe and a flicker of uncertainty.She smiled, a secretive, ancient look in her eyes. “A very old blessing, my dear. From my mother, and her mother before her. It is said that on her wedding day, a Luna should not only see the world before her…” she paused, her voice dropping to a hushed, meaningful tone, “...but also catch a glimpse of the paths that lie ahead. Now, look again.”I turned back to th

I rose to my feet and strained to get a clear view of the approaching group, my heart pounding as I muttered, “They look badly injured.”“It could be,” Malcolm replied grimly, shrugging off his jacket with a sense of resolve, “Stay here; I'll go check it out.”With commanding authority, Malcolm strode forward, flanked by a few vigilant sentinels, my Dad, and Allison, as they advanced to the threshold of the Gate.My Mom steadied me as she helped me down from the carriage, her grip firm and reassuring.“What on earth is happening, Mom? Who are they? Could Nathaniel have summoned another pack to launch an attack?” I demanded, my voice trembling with mounting panic.“Nathaniel wouldn't dare, my dear. It's simply not possible, especially in the state he was in,” Mom reasoned, though her eyes remained fixed on the scene at the gate.In the distance, I watched Malcolm and my father speaking with the strangers. Their postures were tense, the conversation clearly grave. After a moment, Alli