Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After I Mated to His Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 20

(Elara's POV)I stared at the boxes, their polished surfaces out of place in this cramped and dreary servants’ quarters. The scent of warm, buttery pastries wafted through the room, a stark contrast to the rot and mildew that usually lingered in the air. The rich sweetness made my stomach twist with both hunger and suspicion.Edward Carter stood near the doorway, his sharp eyes observing me. His presence dominated the room, overpowering, though his stance was calm, almost deliberate. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to—the scent of his wolf filled the space, stoking my wolf’s instinctual terror.Emily, my wolf, whimpered weakly, retreating deeply into my mind. My body tensed, my knees locking as if preparing to flee. The scars from years of forced submission in containment, marred by silver burns, had conditioned me to react this way to dominant wolves.He noticed my reaction quickly—his sharp gaze softened almost imperceptibly, but his tone remained neutral. “These—” He gestu

(Elara’s POV)The laughter swirled around me. Thick, suffocating. It wasn’t the kind of laughter that held joy. It was laced with malice. With cruelty. With an edge that cut deeper than claws ever could.I pressed myself against the wall of the grand hallway, willing myself to disappear into its shadows. My heart was pounding, my palms clammy as I tried to steady my breath. The opulence of the Ocean City Grand Hotel did not suit me—not anymore. Every polished surface, every glittering chandelier seemed foreign and cold.I wasn’t supposed to be here. I knew it. They knew it too.“Elara!” Veronica Hayes’ shrill voice pierced the air, cutting through the background clamor like a blade. My stomach dropped. I didn’t even need to turn around to know she was heading straight for me. “Oh, Elara, you sly little thing! Trying to sneak away, are we?”Her heels clicked sharply as she approached. Each step hit me like a warning. Run. But where would I go?“Why so quiet?” she drawled once she

(Lucian's POV)I stormed out of the hospital room, each step amplifying the tension rolling off me. The sharp tang of disinfectant clung to the air, but it was nothing compared to the scent of blood still lingering faintly on my skin. My wolf, Luke, paced furiously within me, his growls rattling through my chest like thunder.Behind me, Edward Carter, always composed and observant, struggled to keep up. He waved the neutralizing spray around like it was his lifeline. "Alpha," he said cautiously, the faint hiss of the spray not enough to mask the tremor in his voice, "I can handle the hotel investigation personally. There’s no need for—”“Silence,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the hallway’s stale quiet. I didn’t slow down.Edward froze, the tension between us suddenly thick. His wolf wavered under Luke’s looming dominance, and I felt the struggle for composure ripple through him.Still, he tried. “Alpha,” he said again, softer this time. “Carrying her here was… unusual.” His

(Elara's POV)I clutched Ethan tightly in my arms, my body trembling from exhaustion more than fear. The cold stares of the pack members around me felt like knife blades slicing into my fragile composure. Mrs. Davis stood tall, her lips curled back in a mocking sneer. Her wolf’s dominance circled like a predator, ready to strike."You think you can waltz into the Thorne Pack house and steal?" Mrs. Davis accused, her voice loud and sharp, echoing in the open space. Her words hit me like a whip."I didn’t steal anything," I managed to mutter, barely a whisper. My voice felt weak, even to my own ears.Mrs. Davis scoffed, her eyes narrowing cruelly. "Oh, listen to her," she snapped, addressing the crowd now gathered around us. "Lying comes naturally to criminals. Once a thief, always a thief."The word "thief" felt like acid, burning through the thin walls of strength I’d built up. My wolf, Emily, whimpered faintly in the recesses of my mind. She was too weak to push away the dominanc

(Third Person POV)Cassandra's wolf paced restlessly within her, furious at the audacity before her eyes. Her accusations struck like bullets. “Tell me, Marcus,” her voice dripped with venom, “is Elara’s brat your dirty little secret? Have you claimed him without telling the rest of us? Is that why you want to sever our mate bond?”Marcus’s gaze darkened. His wolf bristled with suppressed rage, but his voice remained even. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cassandra,” he said sharply. “That pup isn’t mine.”She barked out a humorless laugh, stepping closer, her perfume heavy in the air. “Really? Then why does your wolf look guilty every time someone mentions that rogue?” Her taunting glare dared Marcus to deny it.Victor Thorne’s imposing presence filled the room, immediately silencing whatever sharp retort Marcus had ready. The former Alpha King’s steely gaze swept over them like a commanding storm, his dominance sharp and unyielding.“Enough of this nonsense,” Victor growled, his voice low