All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

AriaI’d been pacing my room for an hour, trying to recall things from my past. What could it have been that I was missing?Rain’s face wouldn’t leave my mind. That look when she saw me, she was not just startled, she was not just cautious. It was recognition. Recognition dipped in fear.It made my skin itch.But no matter how far back I went through memory lane, I couldn’t find anything. Nothing to tie her to me. Nothing to tie her to Kol’s enemies. And I knew there were enough of those to fill three lifetimes. Could she be from Lira’s twisted past instead? That thought made my stomach turn.I sat on the edge of my bed, pressing my palms into my thighs, trying to force a memory. Something. Anything.But nothing came. And with a sigh, I got up and went down the hall to Kol’s room. I needed someone that wasn’t Emory to talk to. And if anything, he could be of help.He was seated at the side of his bed with his shirt half buttoned, and his hair a wet mess probably from taking a shower.

EmoryThe atmosphere in the house changed a tad but the moment my mother and father walked in after returning from their so called ‘run’.How I noticed wasn’t because the smell of the woods clung to them, or the dirt in their clothes, to be honest, I couldn’t care less about those details. It was the way they moved. Side by side, but not talking. Without smiling. Aria’s eyes were distant, like they were lost in something she didn’t want to talk about. And Kol seemed like he was beating this weight, this burden, that he didn’t want anyone to notice.And I noticed it all.I rested my back against the doorframe to the hallway, staring at them. “Where’d you two really go?” I asked, with my voice sharper than I had intended.My mother blinked twice like she hadn’t seen me present before her. “For a run,” she said, too quickly.I looked at Kol. “And?”Kol’s mouth tightened. “It is not that important, Emory.”That was it. No explanation. No details. Only the way that they had dismissed

EmoryThe teacher was talking that I was not hearing. His words were nothing but a dull hum to add to the banging in my head. I could not take my eyes off Rain. The manner in which she gripped pen. How her hair came down as she bent over her papers. How she didn’t even for once, look at me.She still avoided me.Just then, the bell rung and the students were already pushing their books into their bags and scraping their chairs on the floor. But Rain, Rain did not move for the door. Rather, her voice was low but urgent as she moved up to the teachers desk.“Is it okay if I speak to you a moment?”The teacher nodded and looked back at me then looked at her. I remained at my seat pretending to make notes in my note book with my ears straining to catch everything.“I need a new project partner.” Rain said quickly in a pleading tone.The teacher scowled. “Rain you can not change partners just because you feel uneasy. And even if it were possible, it is too late. And the project is in two w

EmoryBreakfast was supposed to be like a background noise. A formality. A routine rather. Toast, coffee, a few words exchanged before school, then me and the twins, out the door.But today, the air at the breakfast table was heavy. The clock ticked slower. My phone kept lighting up, not with the name I wanted, but with meaningless pings I didn’t care about. Still, I kept checking. I swiped up and down, hoping Rain would finally answer.Then Kol’s voice cut through like a blade. “Put the phone down.”It was not a request. It was a command.“It’s important,” I muttered with my eyes still on the glow of the screen. “It’s about school.”The legs of his chair scraped the floor as he leaned forward. “It can wait until after breakfast.”“No, it can’t.”His eyes narrowed, slow and deliberate. “It can.”My jaw tightened. I placed the phone down on the table face down. That thud was more noticeable than it was supposed to. Meanwhile, Gina was smiling across the room at me, the kind of smile sh

MinaI’ve always been quiet and it was not because they wanted me to be. It was not because anyone told me to sit down, shut up, stay small. No. I chose silence.Because it seemed like everyone in this family thrived on breaking each other, and nothing I said was ever going to fix it. They wanted their chaos. Their sharp words. Their silences that weren’t really silent at all. So I went quiet, the way you do when you realise no one actually wants peace.Sometimes I thought maybe that was my curse, seeing things too clearly.Mother with her bitterness, her sharp edges worn from weeks of fighting for scraps of Kol’s heart. Father with his pride, his wolf always hungry, always needing to be in control even when he pretended otherwise. Aria with her years of resentment for Kol’s new family and for Kol himself. I had never had a conversation with her to be honest. Then there’s Emory, with his resentment as well. My brother. My half-brother. I tried once, years ago, to be his little sister