All Chapters of Betrayed By My Alpha Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kara’s POVThe video had just ended.Nia’s face was hidden, her voice distorted but we all knew it was her. There was no denying it. The room was dead silent, then came the whispers, soft at first, then louder, like a wave building strength.Dylan stepped into the center, his presence dark and commanding. His voice cracked like thunder.“What you’ve just watched is a video of Nia Theon Gasper purchasing the distant poison, Shedco. The same one that laced the dagger used to stab my mate.”He pointed at the floor where the severed, lifeless head of the dealer stared back at the crowd.“That’s the dealer’s head,” he said coldly, his hands tucked in his pockets, calm like death. “Hope you love your present, Sister-in-law.”Gasps rippled through the crowd as eyes widened.“Nia… is this true?” It was Father who spoke, voice heavy with shock. “You tried to kill your Luna?”The room spun with disbelief. Even Aunt Jade looked frozen.But Nia? She said nothing. Her head hung low, body trembling

Dylan’s POVThe water steamed around us, Kara’s heat flaring with every shallow breath she took. We'd been in the tub nearly an hour now, her body a constant furnace, overheating the water each time it began to cool. I had to keep draining and refilling it, over and over again, but it didn’t matter. I would’ve done it all night if I had to.She lay between my legs, back resting against my chest, her head lolled to the side. Her skin was damp and flushed, and I could feel her heartbeat thrumming like a war drum against my chest. I held her tighter, my arms banded around her like steel.“Breathe, baby…” I whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’ve got you. Just breathe through it. You’re safe here. With me.”Her fingers clutched my forearm, nails digging in when another wave of heat struck. I kissed the side of her neck, trying to distract her from the pain. The fire inside her was cruel—searing, merciless. My mate. My fucking mate, and I couldn’t even absorb the pain for her.

KARA’s povThe past five days had been nothing short of a fever dream.We did nothing but fuck, eat, and sleep in endless loops of need—our bodies tangled in sweaty sheets, our mouths never far from a gasp or a moan. That heat… it wasn’t something either of us had prepared for. We never even talked about it, And now I understood why.No one could explain what that kind of hunger felt like.The ache. The burn. The way my body betrayed every rational thought, every fear. I needed him like I needed oxygen, and Dylan—he gave himself to me without restraint. My Alpha took care of me, owned me, fucked me like I was the only woman left in this world. And he was the only man who could ease that hellish fire that spread through every nerve in my body.It was magic, and it was madness.Pain laced with euphoria. My body opened to him in ways I never knew it could. He explored every inch of me like I was sacred ground and he was starving. And I—God, I loved it.But even now, as the scent of him

KARA POVThe room smelled of musk and tobacco. A dim amber light flickered from an antique lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the wood-paneled walls. A fireplace, unused but grand sat behind the tall man standing before us.He looked like he’d stepped out of a mobster movie. Black hair slicked back, a perfectly trimmed mustache perched above his lips. The lines on his face spoke of years, but age hadn’t taken his charm. If anything, it sharpened him. He looked to be in his fifties, but he wore that age like armor proud, and untouchable.The smirk stretched across his lips like it had been carved there. Arrogant. Unbothered. Like nothing in this world could touch him.“You’re too late,” he said, voice smooth, careless.Bryson stepped forward, arms crossed tight. “What do you mean? Selene sent us to you.”The man’s eyes, dark and sharp like storm clouds before lightning, flicked to Bryson. “Then she sent you to the wrong person.”That glare, cold and calculated slid over

"I said I'm not hungry," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. It cut through the quiet of the room like a knife, raw and brittle.Rodrigo groaned from the hallway before pushing open the door to my old room, his familiar presence anchoring me in ways I didn’t want to admit."The maid mentioned that," he said dryly, stepping inside.The light from the tall window framed him in a hazy golden glow, highlighting the healing bruise on his bottom lip, a deep red that still hadn’t faded. I looked away quickly, guilt clawing at my chest. That bruise was my fault. He’d gotten caught in the crossfire between me and Dylan."You still need to eat something," he added, his voice lighter now, laced with that irritating gentleness. "You can’t face the world on an empty stomach."I met his eyes. That was my mistake. Because the worry I found there undid me. Rodrigo, my friend. My brother in everything but blood. The one who found me shattered and made a home for my broken pieces. I owed him m