All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

EliasDr. Bethel Vale. Live and in the flesh.The guard didn’t even bother putting him on a chair. He shoved the man forward so roughly he hit the floor and stayed there, curled like a child.I lunged forward. “What the hell—”The guard slammed a hand against my chest. I felt the burn before I saw it, silver coating on his armour and gloves.I felt a sharp pain across my skin. My wolf snarled, claws flaring under my nails, vision heating at the edges.He held up a silver baton. “Stay down, Beta.”I gritted my teeth and stepped forward anyway.Burning sizzled against my palms immediately, molten agony, but I pushed through. Grabbed the baton. Forced it upward. The guard cursed and stumbled back, surprised that pain only slowed me, it didn’t stop me.He backed out of the cell and locked it behind him, breathing hard.“Alpha’s orders,” he snapped. “You stay until he decides what to do.”The door slammed. Locks slid. Footsteps faded.The silver burns throbbed, but I ignored the pain and t

Author The storm had grown teeth. Light flashed broken lines in the sky making the academy courtyard into a spasmodic scene of light and darkness. The blackout continued to hold the main buildings as hostage, and emergency lanterns were throwing feeble haloes down the hallways, and this was just enough to help calm the panicking student mob rushing toward the gym. Rain was streaming over the windows in ugly ripples, like the very heavens themselves were unraveling.But in the open dark, out there, another sort of tempest circled round one girl.Isolde Vale was cowering in the treeline with the shaking of breath in her chest. She did not even recall how she got there. One minute she was cowering in the corner by the art rooms inside Emory’s arms, and the next, blackness. Then cold air. Then mud beneath her palms.Lightning struck again, close, so close the sound hit her like a physical shove. The hair on her arms lifted.And the lightning bent. It didn’t crash straight to earth. It sw

EliasI don’t remember unlocking the gate. I don’t remember shifting the gear. I don’t remember driving through half a province of storm-split darkness with a half-mad man trembling beside me.What I remember, what my mind refuses to let go of, is the way Dr. Bethel Vale kept whispering his sister’s name under his breath, as if saying it was the only thread keeping him tethered to reality.“Isolde… Isolde… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”His voice cracked on every repetition. Or maybe that was just the wind slamming against the car windows.By the time the Lannister estate came into view, I wasn’t sure whether the shaking in my hands came from exhaustion… or fear.The gates opened automatically, Kol must have sensed the car’s approach. The man had instincts sharper than any motion sensor ever built. The lights along the driveway flickered as if reacting to our arrival, or maybe to the storm escalating overhead.When I rolled to a stop in front of the estate steps, Kol and Aria were already the

IsoldeI was not sure how long Emory and I sat beneath the quadrangle archway, long enough for the storm to find its way into my bones. The rain was falling fiercely on the roof above us, and so fierce as to equal the shakiness in my hands. My skin was still faintly glowing through the sleeves of my uniform a fine glimmer of molten gold under glass.I shouldn't have been awake. I should not even have lived. I felt the lightning making a second attempt to locate me.Emory knelt before me, wet, panting, chest heaving up and down, as he struggled to restrain himself. Even the thunder appeared to hesitate over him, and the storm outside was quieter.“Look at me, Isolde,” he said.I did. And his face was so open, so raw, it hurt.“Why?” I whispered. My voice cracked. “Why are you… being kind to me now? Before this, you always avoided me. You looked away when I walked into rooms. You—”He swallowed, jaw tight. A storm inside a storm.“You reminded him of someone,” he said finally. “Someone

AuthorThe courtyard had not been quiet. never in storms, not in drills, not in the early-morning rush of students hurrying to their classes. But in that time, when the storm seemed to look like it had passed, the world was suspended.Then the real deal began.Isolde Vale was standing on the broken stone in her bare feet, with her hair floating all around in a halo of wild light, and her body tearing away on the edges. She was melting, fainting, into a column of golden-white radiance which winked like a candle in the eye of hurricane.Kol, Aria, Elias, Dr. Vale, the Redwood guards, the twins, and Emory were all frozen around her. All of them were watching the same phenomenon:The time when the girl ceased being a girl. The moment she became light.The storm itself over her head broke, and the lightning flashed in veins as bright as day. The rain began falling sideways, not upon her, as if the water seemed to know her, and to be ashamed of the concept of itself in her light.And then I