All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

KolI stood in front of her door, debating whether to knock or not. I don’t know what made me go to Mina’s room that day. Maybe it was my instinct. Then again, maybe it was guilt. Maybe because she’d been quieter than usual, and when she defended Emory against her sister, that said something. Silence was her nature, but lately it was different. Her silence was heavier.As I came to her door, I knocked.The door opened a crack and then again, and there stood Mina with a pale, blood shot face like she hadn’t slept in days.“Mina,” I said with all gentleness. “Can I come in?”She paused, and stepped back. I went in and she closed the door behind me.Her room smelled nice. Stacked on the desk neatly were her books. Her bedspread was tight on her mattress, with one crumpled corner where she had sat, probably, before I knocked.I turned to her. “What’s wrong?”She shook her head quickly. “Nothing.”“Don’t lie to me.” My voice hardened without meaning to. “Tell me.”Her throat bobbed. “Emory

EmoryThe entire family had gathered downstairs for breakfast. Toast. Coffee. Cutleries clicking against the other. Gina and Mina bickering occasionally to fill the silence. I never liked it, but I tolerated it, because routine was safer than drama.But this morning, the air was different. It was clear that I was at odds with my parents.I went down the stairs, hanging my bags over my shoulder and still feeling the hurt of the past days in my bones. The shouting. The slammed door. The look on Aria’s face before I shut her out. I didn’t want to think about it, but it hung in the back of my mind and it wouldn’t clear.The entire family had sat down. Kol at table head, Agatha by his side, the twins opposite each other. There as well, cool and collected, was Aria, with her eyes going to me as soon as I entered.I did not sit. I went straight up to the table, and took a plate placed there for me, and stuffed it into my bag without saying a word.The first person to talk to me was Kol. “Emo

MinaMy head was a mess and my eyes were glued to the ceiling with the hope that the pale white paint would somehow disentangle the mess that was going on in my head. I was not even blinking, my chest going up and down too fast for someone who was supposed to be at rest.What Aria had said played slowly in my head again, more and more and it weighed down on me each time. “I can no longer conceive. Lira took that away from me. Uncle Elias, the pack’s beta, he took over someone really special. Liam. But he’s not here with us because Lira started a war, a war that cost his life and the life of three of our councilmen and many other brave soldiers. I could go on… but I’m afraid you’d think I’m making all of this up.”I closed my eyes tightly and dug my fists into the mattress.I really didn’t want to believe otherwise. Oh, I would have liked to. She had addressed me with such certainty, with such composure her voice, with such a supplicating look. But then I always felt that Aria sounded

Emory I didn’t sleep that night. I didn't remotely try. I couldn’t get Elder Sorah’s words out of my head and it felt like they were eating me from the inside.My mother. It wasn’t the idea of her, not the soft, faceless version I’d invented just to survive the silence, but the real woman. The real Lira.She hadn’t just died young. She hadn’t just made mistakes or been misunderstood or left in some tragic accident.She was the reason Liam was dead. The reason a war tore through our people. The reason the Council shattered.My mother, the woman I’d spent my whole life aching to understand, was a weapon. And I was the shard of her still walking around.How do you hold that? How do you breathe with that kind of inheritance pressed into your lungs?That is why probably no one ever told me the truth. Or maybe they had believed that, by keeping the pieces at a distance enough, I would not find out about the monster they were hiding.As Sorah had told me: “there are things after you learn t

AriaI was certain she was Rain. I continued following her until she was about to take a corner. Then I called out to her, just to be sure. “Rain.”The girl froze at the corner, turning her head at my direction. She took some time, staring, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlight. Then, she ran.“Stop!” I yelled. “Rain, stop!”But she didn’t.She ran as her dark hair whipped against her. And I chased.I wasn’t even thinking, I was only moving. She took another corner, faster than I expected, but the streets twisted, and soon she made the wrong turn.A dead end.She turned, panting with her back against the wall. I could not tell whether she was scared or angry.“Stay away!” Her voice cracked. “Don’t come closer!”I began waking slowly while raising my hands. “Rain. I’m not here to hurt you.”“Liar,” she spat, voice trembling. “You killed my father. Don’t pretend you’re not capable of killing me too.”Her words surprised me. I took in a deep, sharp breath. “No. No, I told Stanley th