All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KolThe shot was so loud in the warehouse it resembled thunder. Then all was still. Steel paused half-swing, the whole shouting came to a halt, and even my own heart seemed to freeze.Then I saw her. Agatha.She was in the pathway between me and the shooter, and she raised her arms half and turned to look at me with a fierce determination on her face. Then she fell as though all her strength had failed her.Blood came fast, and soaked her dress.The rogue who fired still held his gun, shocked. He didn’t get another chance. Before the echo of the shot had settled, my guards overpowered him, and their guns flashed quickly, and their rage out-shrieked his cry.My cane fell out of my hand and rattled on the ground. I sank down on my knees, my instinct overriding my judgment, as I laid my hands on her wound, and tried to staunch the blood between my fingers.“Agatha—“ Her name slipped out of me before I could stop it.Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain, but searching. And they found

AriaI visited Emory in his room and it smelled faintly of medicine. His curtains were pulled halfway, letting in slanted beams of golden light fall on his bed. He seemed smaller, and his usual sharp features had softened by tiredness, but his eyes were wide open and intense.I stood in the doorway for a long time before speaking. “You’re supposed to be resting.”He smirked without looking at me. “You’re supposed to be in your room pretending not to worry.”The boy was too much like his father. I walked in, closing the door behind me, and sat beside his bed. His bandages were clean, and the healers had already told me his wounds were mending faster than expected. Still, seeing him like this turned something inside my chest, cold“I heard you refused painkillers,” I said quietly.“They make me fuzzy,” he muttered. “And I need my head clear.”“For what? Planning your next reckless act?”He gave a half laugh, half groan. “You sound like Dad.”“I sound like a mother who almost lost her so

AuthorThe estate was too quiet. Not the type of silence that was soothing, but the one that made you feel that something was waiting to be said, something was holding back the next scream. Every room echoed. Each word spoken seemed heavier than it ought to be. There was a slight odor of smoke in the air, due to the fire that the guards had lit the night before to burn rogue remains. It hovered, evidence that there was no peace. It was exhaustion.Downstairs, Rain could hear the sound of dishes, breakfast being prepared. She moved inside the hallways on her bare feet and her footsteps made no sound on the floor. Through the high windows came the morning light, and the floor was covered in pale gold. The house was the same as ever, although she could sense it, the movement, the crack beneath it all. They had all survived but something in them had not returned intact.The ghosts had not yet stopped haunting the walls. Veylor’s voice. Kol’s cane striking the ground. Gunshot. The smell of

EliasThe house had become too quiet. It was now two days since Agatha had been trialed, and she could only be spoken of in low tones, but this did not mean that her presence had disappeared, it was like smoke which never cleared. As I walked by, servants bowed their heads. Watchmen looked at each other. It smelled of tension in the air.I couldn’t sleep. The silence irritated my skin so I strolled the corridors long after the candles went off. I had with me the most recent reports of the borderlands, and I was reading them as I passed along.The rogues were not falling back. That was the bit that was inexplicable. They’d lost their leader. They were killed, dispersed, dismembered, but the scouts reported that they were forming themselves into order. Traveling in small disciplined groups. There were no longer random attacks or raid driven by hunger. Someone was guiding them.And I could not get rid of the impression that we were not getting the actual threat.I stood at one of the hig

EliasThe night air tasted bitter. For two days, the Lannister estate had been in sad, utter silence. There were no arguments, no laughter, only the sound of footsteps and the distant cry of restless wolves. I’d been awake since before dusk, reviewing reports that didn’t make sense.The rogues should have scattered after Veylor’s death. But they hadn’t. Instead, the patrol logs read like patterns, like choreography. Something, or someone, was giving them orders.I walked the eastern corridor. Even the servants had stopped meeting my eyes these days. They whispered in corners when they thought I wasn’t listening. Agatha’s trial had changed the atmosphere. Her name alone seemed to haunt the walls, as if every portrait feared hearing it spoken aloud.I turned into the war room, where the scent of dust and paper always reminded me of the years before all this, before Kol’s injury, before the betrayals. The maps still lay unrolled across the table, dotted with red pins marking rogue si