All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

GinaIt had been over a week since my father slipped into his coma, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw his body lying on his study floor, the blood, my mother’s hand shaking with the weight of the gun.The secret was eating me alive from the inside.I loved her. Gosh, I loved my mother so much it hurt. She had been my anchor, the only parent who was actually there with me since my dad was not. But she had made my back bear this weight of a secret, and with each step, I felt as though it were going to crush me. Every smile I forced at the breakfast table. Every laugh I faked while Mina rambled about school. Every stolen glance toward Emory, towards Rain, towards Aria, Elias, I couldn’t take it anymore.I hated her for it. I despised my mother because she made me bear her sin as my own.I was lying on my bed, and was playing with my silver chain around my neck, when I heard a knock. My mother came in with a cautionary, nearly imploring voice as she called my name.I swallowed my dre

GinaThe figures in the board were nonsense. That was because I was not listening. I could hear the voice of the teacher, but I heard nothing familiar. I had my notebook open, I had my pen to make some notes, but the only word I could write repeatedly in the corner of the page was: Father. Father. Father.That night continued to reappear, and I shook my head as many times as possible to make it go, the sound from the gun, my mother’s trembling hands, my father’s body jerking, before falling down. That sound again. That smell of gunpowder.My chest tightened so that I was unable to breathe. I shoved back my chair.“Bathroom,” I said, and I did not bother whether the teacher assented or not. All the heads in the room turned my way, and followed me like I was glass at the point of breaking. Mina’s eyes followed me the longest. I could feel it on my skin.My vision was blurring. I pushed myself into the bathroom and locked myself inside the farthest stall, and allowed myself to crumble. I

Agatha I had gone to my room after the accusation to suffocate in silence. I drew the curtains tight but even with the not so bright light, I could see my own reflection in the glass. My eyes were swollen, my face was pale. I was a woman unrecognisable even to herself.I had cried until there were no tears left, and still they came. I couldn’t believe Gina had done what she did. My daughter. My sweet, sharp-tongued girl had taken the burden onto her own shoulders, no, onto her brother’s shoulders, for me. She had pointed at Emory, her own blood, and offered him up to save me.I covered my face with my hands. “Oh, Gina,” I whispered. “What have I let you become?”I remembered her words in the interrogation room, the way her voice had cracked but still sounded so defiant. She had promised me she would never let an innocent be taken down for my sake. And then she did. And I let her.Just then, a knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. I sat upright, quickly wiping the tears off m

KolAria had left for the next person to enter, after dropping such a bombshell of a news on me like that.And my next visitor was, Emory.He sat beside my bed with a really stiff posture and crossed arms like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be here. His eyes were so sharp, so much like mine, never left my face, but neither of us spoke. The silence continued and it was quite awkward.Then I cleared my throat, forcing a smile. “Well… it’s not every day your father wakes up from a coma. You could look a little happier, son.”His jaw tightened. His lips were drawn in a thin line. I momentarily thought he would simply stand up and walk away. Then he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.“I’m mad at you,” he said flatly. “And I apologise in advance that I am not projecting the impression that I am very pleased that my father is out of a coma.”It hurt but I nodded. At least it was honest. “Mad at me for what?”His gaze quickly averted to the floor. “For everything. For the lies. For stan

Author PoV The estate had never felt so tense. The halls were spotless, the servants were brisk, the table set with a feast more extravagant than most pack gatherings. Yet beneath it all, there was silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.Because today, Alpha Kol was coming home.Two weeks in a coma. Two weeks where his absence had pulled every fracture in the family wider. Now he was back, but not whole. The bullet wound had been patched. The machines had been left behind. Yet his memory still carried gaps large enough to drown in. And everyone in the house knew it.The car pulled up the drive as the family waited outside the estate.Aria stood in the front, crossing her arms tight, her wolf restless. Although she had left his side in the hospital, she wasn’t about to let anyone else dictate how today unfolded.Agatha was beside her, clasping her hand and putting on a perfect mask of a grieving mate turned relieved. Inside, her heart pounded with every passing second. Gina fidgeted, he