All Chapters of Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Georgia’s POVI barely had the energy to lift my head from the couch when I heard the front door creak open. The twins were finally napping. Then I heard her unmistakable voice, humming some tune outside. That was Leah’s voice. Then I heard my name.“Georgia!” she called. I smiled, already sensing the whirlwind of excitement she carried with her. “In here,” I answered, pulling the throw blanket tighter around my legs as I tried to sit up straighter.She walked in, her hair still a bit tousled, cheeks flushed with that telltale glow. The moment our eyes met, she gave me a grin so wide it could have split her face in two, then she flopped beside me on the couch like she was boneless.“God,” she sighed dramatically, “I need to tell you everything, Georgia.”I smiled softly.She started immediately, not wasting a single second. “Georgia, I swear to you, it was magical. I’ve never felt anything like it,” she gushed, her eyes sparkling as she fanned herself with her hand like she was still

Karl’s POV After the call with Leah,I stood by the window of the hotel room, the thin curtains doing a poor job of keeping the sunlight at bay. My reflection in the glass mirror stared back at me with hollow eyes. I saw the man I’d become.“She will remember,” I said under my breath, barely a whisper. My throat felt like sandpaper. “Goddamn it, she will remember.”My hands tightened into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms like I needed the pain to anchor me. Georgia’s face haunted me with an intensity that no drink, no distance, no lie could ever wash away. I saw it in flashes, like lightning in the dark. And worse, far worse I knew she remembered him too Kael so showing up wasn’t really a good idea to avoid chaos. No matter how many times I tried to bury the thought, it clawed its way back to the surface. I knew Kael had entrusted Georgia’s safety to me but I still hadn’t gotten the courage. She remembers everything we made her forget. No amount of sedatives, no fal

Karl’s POVThe night had been electric even before we made it to the hotel. My pulse still hadn’t settled, and I could feel the raw edge of adrenaline under my skin. The strippers were draped around me, their words slurred and sultry in the quiet of the night. Every brush of their hands against my arms, every sway of their hips when they stepped closer, sent a rush straight through me. I couldn’t help but smirk. For once, I wasn’t watching life from the sidelines. I was in it, neck-deep, and loving every damn second.As we pushed through the glass doors of the hotel, the warmth inside welcomed us. The lobby was dimly lit, with soft jazz humming through hidden speakers. Plush armchairs and polished floors gave it an air of understated luxury, but all my attention was on the strippers.We approached the reception desk, and I caught the receptionist, a young guy, maybe a year or two younger than me do a double take. His eyes flicked from me to the women at my side, and I saw it clear.

Georgia’s POVIt had been a string of exhausting days. I could barely remember how many times I had refreshed the application page. Leah sat beside me, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.“My application went through,” she whispered, half-afraid the screen would change if she spoke too loud.I managed a small smile for her. “That’s great,” I said.“Mine had been rejected again.” I added.I kept trying hour after hour, submitting, refreshing, re-entering details as if maybe, just maybe, it would change its mind. But no. Same response. Visa Application denied.Leah was silent for a while, watching me with furrowed brows. Then, as the clock ticked past eleven at night, she perked up as if an idea had sparked.“Wait,” she said, eyes brightening. “What if you try at midnight? I have heard of midnights magic.”I blinked at her, tired. “Midnight?”“Yeah. I read somewhere that sometimes the system refreshes at odd hours. Midnight sounds like… I don’t know, magic time?”I almo

Georgia’sPOVThe wind was picking up now, brushing cold into our fingers against our faces as Leah and I turned from the street and began to return back to the portable hotel we were staying in.Leah didn’t speak for a while. Her arms were folded tightly, and I could see the thoughts swirling in her mind just from the furrow in her brow. I knew her well enough to recognize when she was chewing on something she didn’t quite know how to say.“I don’t want to get my hopes up,” she said at last, breaking the silence. Her voice was low, almost cautious. “We’ve had enough disappointments lately.”I glanced at her. “I know. But what if this isn’t just another dead end? What if this is the start of something better? There’s no harm in trying.”She let out a small breath, something between a sigh. “You always find a reason to hope, don’t you?”“Someone has to,” I murmured.We reached as we stepped in and closed the door behind us, locking it out. Leah kicked off her shoes and dropped onto the