All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

EmoryI didn’t sleep. Not even remotely. I just lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her. Rain. At that dinner table, covered in bandages on her face and pale and tired. Looking me straight in the eye, like she had something to say but didn’t.It screwed me up. Twisted everything in my chest.At 2.13 a.m. I just could not do it any longer. I threw a hoodie on and walked out of the bedroom and out into the hall.The estate felt too quiet at night. I passed one of the maids at the head of the main staircase, dusting. Aria’s grace, to have the place spotless, when we were falling to pieces ourselves.“Hey,” I said, keeping it low.She flinched, and lowered her head. “Yes, young master?”“Rain’s room?” I asked.She hesitated for a moment. “East wing. On the third floor, second door on the left.”I nodded to her, and walked away before she could ask me why.By the time I got to her hallway my stomach was all in a knot. I stood in front of the door wit

KolThe whiskey didn’t burn anymore. I continued to stare into the glass hoping that maybe the answers would be found, maybe I would only need to wait long enough, maybe the drink would simply tell me what the hell the next thing to do was.Once, the heat of it had meant something. A punishment, maybe. A reminder I was still here, still breathing. A way to take the edge off after nights that never seemed to end.Now it was just a reflex. A meaningless routine that did nothing to dull the real ache pressing in on all sides.Rain.She’d barely been under this roof for a day, and already the air felt heavier. Tighter. Like her presence had cracked something open in all of us.We were already unraveling.Aria and I could barely look at each other without flinching. Mina was carrying secrets that didn’t belong on a child’s shoulders. Gina was testing boundaries just to see if anyone would stop her. And Emory…Oh, Emory.I could feel him slipping away a little more each day, not in silence,

KolThe house was too quiet after Anna left. Too damn quiet. The sweet scent of her perfume was still lingering in the corridors and so was the sarcastic commentary Emory had made. In the study I poured myself two fingers of whiskey, which I drank at once, and then poured again.Aria followed me in, her steps soft, her expression taut.“Take it easy on him,” she said.I turned with my glass in hand. “Take it easy?” My voice cracked. “He humiliated Anna. He spat on her kindness, on everything she did for him when Lira couldn’t even lift a finger.”Aria’s eyes softened, but there was some sort of firmness under it. “He’s a boy in pain. You can’t expect him to be gracious when all he feels is betrayal.”“Betrayal?” I scoffed. “No, this is his stupid character getting out of hand. And it needs to end.”“Kol—”But I was already moving. Down into my throat the whiskey went as I stormed up the stairs.I caught him walking about his room with a tight fist with his chest going up and down.“St

Author The morning began with light and laughter, or at least, that was the illusion.Kol and Agatha sneaked into the twins room before dawn, the arms loaded with boxes wrapped in glittering paper, their voices low. The curtains remained closed, and the girls were still twisting and turning in sleep, Mina huddled on her back, Gina sprawled like she was the king of the world.Kol bent and turned on the lamp. “Happy birthday!” He shouted with a voice that was rough with too many late nights in his study.Agatha was behind, smiling more gentle. She kissed each of them on the forehead. “Sweet sixteen,” she said like it was magic.Mina woke up, blinking at the light and smiling sleepily. Gina, on the other hand, shot upright with a squeal. “Finally!” she exclaimed. “Do you know how long I have been waiting this?”Kol laughed, but it was more of a sigh than a laugh, and then he gave them their presents. Mina opened hers, and found a sensitive watch with a silver band. Gina tore off her wra

The constant beeping of the monitors disturbed my ability to grief quietly. The sound that pressed against my skull was a reminder that Kol was here, but not here. The machines kept him alive, as his body lay dead, his skin pale, his chest going up and down in shallow motion.He was in a coma. And I was doing everything I could to believe that he would come back. But the longer I sat there, the harder it became to convince myself. I was also fooling myself that my heart was breaking when really it was splintering at causes no one here in the room could possibly imagine.I sat beside his bed, holding his hand in both my hands, talking to him like my words could stitch him together again. “Don’t give up, Kol. We all need you. The children need you. Emory needs you, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. Please come back to us.”My voice squeaked and I felt like crying briefly with myself. And not for Kol, but for myself, to what I had done, and to the consequences which were nearer and near