บททั้งหมดของ The Beta and The Lost Heiress: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Wraith's POVI stared at the letter, signed by the name Alpha Terrain.“I guess I'd assumed he died alongside the pack soldiers.” I said to Jake.Alpha Terrain had been the Alpha of the Cellise Pack, the pack where I’d spent my childhood, until Falcone attacked and reduced it to ashes.“And all these years, he never showed his face; he made everyone believe the same thing. I'll say he's a coward.”Jake was right. Terrain should have died alongside his soldiers, that’s what being an Alpha meant. He could have faced Falcone, but instead he hid to save his own neck, while his soldiers fought the battle.Still, I couldn't help but wonder why he was reaching out after all these years.“Arrange a meeting. Invite him to the pack; I think I need to hear what is so important he had given up hiding to send this letter.”Jake nodded before leaving.*I'd been heading back to my wing when I spotted two pack soldiers engaged in a heated argument.“I warned you to stay away from my sister!” the fir

“How do you know about all of these?” I questioned. “Were you a part of this secret society?”“No. I was the Alpha, and your parents, being good people, came clean to me. They made me swear that I’ll never utter a word about it to a single soul.But if I’d known. If I had known that because of them, I’d lose everything, then I would have sent them away when I had the chance. I should never have allowed them to stay.”My parents—my mother, whom I’d believed couldn’t hurt a fly, and my father, who was all about honor—I couldn’t imagine it. And yet, I knew there was truth in his words.My parents had been the reason the pack had been destroyed. My father didn’t lose his leg serving the pack; he lost it escaping the same organization he co-founded.“They could have just given him the serum; Cellise pack would still have been standing if they just handed it to him.” Terrian said, unable to hide his bitterness. “And so, when I realized I had lost, I ran away like a coward, with my tail betw

Rex guided me past the manor and around to the back.Once again, I was astonished. The land stretched out vast and open, but unlike the elegance of the front, this place was much… different.For one, there were a lot of people present. Wolves, I could tell.“This is the pack’s training ground, though more demanding exercises take place in a clearing deeper in the woods,” he informed me. I counted about five training rings. In each, two members faced off, their movements nothing short of graceful. While others kept busy with different exercises, some were punching at wooden dummies, others lifting hefty weights, and a few firing arrows into target boards.In one of the rings was Jet—the guy I’d met in the woods. He seemed to be getting the upper hand against his opponent, landing punch after punch with precision at him.“Do they enjoy getting beaten up?” I asked, curious.“Partially, yes, though they’d much rather win the fight. But you should know—werewolves heal fast.”“That’s why y

REX POVI watched Danika walk away.If Richard hadn’t interrupted, I would have done it. I would have closed the distance between us and kissed her.What the hell was I thinking? Danika was nothing like the other women I’ve been with; she was different in more ways than one. Crossing that line with her could end up getting things even more messy; it could end up bringing change.Change wasn’t always a good thing.“It seems Miss. Danika isn’t very comfortable around me. I can’t blame her; after all, I’d kidnapped her.”“I gave the order.” I reminded him.“What is your plan, Alpha?”“Whatever do you mean?” I questioned, even if I knew exactly what he was referring to.“With her.” He pointed at the door she’d gone through. “Are you planning to have her as a breeder? That much would make sense, or perhaps she’d become the second ever human Luna when you make her your mate?”“I will not make her into my breeder, I’m sure she’ll detest the idea of lowering herself into nothing more than a

TESSA’S POVI was back here. In the very same lair, Falcone had held me in. In this dream, Falcone was very much alive. Like a spectator, I witnessed it all play out.The slightly younger version of me, laid bound to the metal table. I felt her panic, her fear, and also her fury—I felt it all once again. “Wraith will never forgive you for this.” I said to him, but when he turned to respond, his gaze was fixed on my doubleganger, the version of me still bound to the table.“That’s the point of it,” he responded, before picking up the rod. I could never forget it; it was the same one he had used to brand me. I stared at my arm, but strangely it was bare of his mark.He placed the tip of the rod into a transparent glass container; inside of it was a strange silvery liquid which erupted on contact with the metal, releasing a purple steam.A smirk stretched on Falcone’s face as he took out the rod, only to place it in a coal pot, which burnt bright yellow.A gasp escaped my lips, I quick