All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

RainThe ropes that were bound to me were beginning to dig deep into my wrists, as if they had become a part of me. Hours, maybe days, of rubbing and pulling had left nothing but aching skin. I was almost numb to the pain now. Almost.The door creaked open. My body stiffened in alert, anticipating another dose of torture. However, it was interfered with by a rogue whose expression was unreadable, and whose footsteps were falling slowly onto the floor with the most contemptuous confidence. This time he brought none of his food, none of his water. Just keys.“Boss says you are supposed to get some fresh air.” And so he crouched down and undid the knots at my ankles.Through my weariness I flinched at suspicion. I had a dry throat, and my voice was sharp and sarcastic.“And shall I then say thank you?”The rogue smirked without humour. “Wouldn’t kill you.”“Would it kill you to untie my wrists too?” I snapped, yanking at the bonds.Before he could answer, the doorway filled with a large

RainEverything had been quieted, wrapped around in a kind of suffocating silence, and my chest felt tight. I could not even hear myself breathing, could not even know whether the uneasy sobs that were leaking out of my lips had any sound at all. My ears still ached slightly by the bullet that grazed me earlier, but it was as though a person had pushed me under water and chained me up there.I went fumbling up the dark passage, one hand rubbing against the cold stone, the other holding on to the rope fibres which I had gotten to loosen at my wrists. Every step was a gamble. I could not tell whether there was somebody lurking about in the corner, could not tell whether feet were thundering at my back, could not tell whether doors were banging open or not.That silence was a torture in itself.My breathing became shallow and I discovered a thin passageway with a single flickering bulb. I said to myself that I was close and, perhaps, with a little more effort, I would feel the outside ai

EmoryThe initial strike was across my jaw so many times I saw white.I gritted my teeth and did not give them the satisfaction of a sound. No grunt, no cry, no scream. Only the metallic flavour of blood in my mouth and another boot on my ribs.One of the rogues laughed. “Kol’s boy’s got some teeth after all. Let’s see how long before he breaks.”Another kick, harder this time, and I felt something in my side shift, maybe crack. My vision swam, but still, I kept my silence.They wanted me to scream. I wouldn’t.From somewhere behind them, Rain’s voice broke, sharp with panic. “Stop it! Please! You’ll kill him!”Her voice was harder than their fists. She was pleading on my behalf, which I detested. I didn’t like that she was made to watch this.I raised my head and spurted blood to the floor. “You are going to need to work harder,” I dared the rogues.One growled and raised his fist once more, but Rain cried in his despair and he restrained himself. “Emory, stop provoking them!”We loo

KolThe warehouse smelled like rust and smoke. It looked like a place where the sun was afraid to shine. I tapped on the cement with my cane, and crossed the threshold, holding my gun in another hand. The rogues stood still and looked at me with their yellow eyes all aglow in the half-dark like a pack of wolves waiting to be given the signal.They’d been waiting for me. And at their centre, Veylor.Veylor stood near the centre, surrounded by his rogues like a king amid jackals. His smile was a weapon in itself, mocking and sharp.“Well, well,” he said, his voice carrying with unnatural ease through the space. “The great Alpha Kol limps into my den. I expected Elias. I expected your dogs. But you? This is better than I could’ve planned.” His eyes flicked to my cane, his smirk widening. “Though I must admit, you look more like a relic than a ruler. Tell me, do your people bow to your limp, or to the scraps of power you pretend to still have?”I didn’t rise to his bait. I couldn’t afford

AuthorThe warehouse floor was clear in a circle, with dirt and broken concrete all around. The rogues stood back in the shadows like an audience at a brutal fight. Their loud jeers echoed off the steel beams overhead, and it all merged into wild chants. People were shouting, making bets and crude wagers. The air was thick with the smells of sweat, rust, and blood, making it hard to breathe.In the far corner, Elias signalled the strike team to get ready. The loyal guards spread out with their weapons drawn, but none dared to get closer. They knew that any interference could lead to a massacre, and Rain and Emory, still tied to the wall, would be the first victims.Kol stepped into the circle, holding his cane like a sign of defiance in one hand and a gun in the other. His eyes shone bright with a dangerous intensity.In the shadows, Agatha trembled. Kol had forced her to stand there, and she pressed against the wall, looking small and pale in the torchlight. Every word from Veylor co