All Chapters of Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dad was holding his chin with his fingers, his forehead furrowed like he was working through something heavy. “It was calculated, Angie.”“What do you mean, Dad? I don't understand.” I shook my head and tilted it slightly, suddenly feeling incapable of fitting all these pieces into the puzzle.“These attacks by the mysterious, ninja-like group have been happening since you returned to Black Widow,” Dad explained, his voice grave. “That means... this faction has been planning this for a long time. Your divorce from Nathaniel was likely the catalyst that made 'someone' involved decide to stir up conflict. They hired Rebecca, perhaps, to—““But, Father, something doesn't add

I cupped my face tightly in my hands, my tears streaming uncontrollably as I sat in the sterile waiting room of the medical barracks, the air thick with the stench of antiseptic and fear. The frantic nurses rushing by, the muffled cries of other injured pack members, the distant echoes of the attack's aftermath—stirred a gut-wrenching sense of déjà vu. It was just like before, that nightmarish replay of helplessness and loss, tearing my insides apart like claws ripping through flesh. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the horror we'd just endured.“This is my fault,” I muttered hoarsely, my voice barely a whisper, choked with guilt and despair. How could I have let this happen? The weight of it crushed me, making every breath a struggle.Mom sat beside me on the hard plastic chair, her hand gently stroking my shoulder in slow, comforting circles. I could feel the tremor in her touch, the way her fingers lingered just a second too long, betraying her own fear. She was pret

“Both of those things can wait, Mate,” Malcolm explained, his tone systematic and calm as he changed into his gear, his movements revealing the defined muscles of his torso. “The priority right now is gathering those herbs to brew as many healing potions as possible. Our wounded are counting on it. The potions are critical.”I let out a long, weary sigh, knowing he was right. My gaze swept over the devastation surrounding us. It was a stark reminder that we had to prioritize survival above all else.“How is your father now?” Malcolm asked, his voice full of genuine concern.“His condition is deteriorating,” I admitted, fighting back a wave of tears. “It's worse than before. The silver toxin has spread through his entire bloodstream.”Malcolm gently stroked my hair. “Shhh... I know you're heartbroken, but I promise you, I will find a way to save him.” He cupped my chin, his eyes holding a steely resolve. “And I have already made them pay for half of the debt they owe you.”I was deepl

“Let's go check it out. Someone might actually need help,” Malcolm said, helping me to my feet before leading our group toward the edge of a cliff not far from where we found the Silverspark roots.“Help!” a voice groaned, followed by sobs.“Hello! Is someone down there?” Malcolm shouted.“Alpha! Alpha Malcolm, I'm down here!” the voice replied, sounding relieved.We moved closer to the edge and looked over. It was a man I recognized—Theo, the keeper of the plant plots in my laboratory. “Theo!”Malcolm immediately found a sturdy-looking branch and held it out. “Grab on!” he commanded.Theo, breathing heavily, tried to pull himself up. Seeing him struggle, I reached my hand down too.“Come on, Theo. Grab my hand.”“But Luna, I'm... I'm a lot heavier than you,” Theo said, sounding embarrassed.“Just grab on, I'm your Luna. I'm not that damn weak,” I said, grunting as I tightened my grip and leaned back, putting my whole body into it. “I've got you.”Once Theo was safely back on solid g

A tall, muscular man strode into the room with the kind of authority that made the air shift around him. His hand rested casually in his coat pocket, but there was nothing casual about the predatory way he moved. Flanking him on either side were two identical girl twins, I realized both with the same sharp features and calculating eyes.“Alpha Kyle,” one of my captors said immediately, his tone deferring and respectful as he stepped aside to make room.Alpha Kyle.The name hit me like a lightning bolt, and suddenly fragments of memory came rushing back. Conversations from my time at Pearl Harbour Pack with Nathaniel. Warnings whispered in hushed tones. Reports of a ruthless Alpha from the northern territories who’d been quietly expanding his influence through intimidation and strategic attacks.“Gryffindor Pack,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing as the pieces fell into place. “So it’s you…”Alpha Kyle’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He stopped a few f