All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE- AMELIA It was our anniversary. I smiled when I heard the shower stop. Lars stepped out, steam following him, water still clinging to his skin,water sliding down his chest and stomach. He had a strong body, broad shoulders, a wide chest, hard muscles that moved when he walked. The towel around his waist barely clinging to the deep V-lines that carved into his abdomen. His brown hair, now wet, reached his shoulders. It clung to his skin and stuck to his forehead in thick strands. My heart fluttered. I pulled back the covers My fingers reached for him before I could stop myself. I let them slide up his chest slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin. I pressed my lips to his neck, tracing soft kisses down to his shoulder. I bit his earlobe lightly, teasing, as I moved closer, my body pressed into his. When I slid my hand lower and wrapped it around his cock, I felt the heat between us. But before it could make him hard, his hand closed around my wrist. "I need to eat br

Pain. That was the first thing I felt when consciousness crept back into my mind. Everything hurt , my head, my ribs, my arms. Even breathing was agony. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too bright. I squeezed them shut again, groaning softly. Where was I? The bed beneath me was soft but unfamiliar. The scent in the air was different too , pine and woodsmoke. I forced my eyes open again, blinking against the sunlight streaming through a window. The room was simple , wooden walls, a stone fireplace, handmade furniture. Nothing fancy, but clean and warm. "Easy there." I turned my head toward the voice and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through my skull like lightning. A man stood in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered. He had the kind of build that spoke of hard work and strength, not the pampered softness of wealth, but the solid muscle of someone who used his hands for a living. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his clothes were simple but well-made. But

Carlos. Please be alive. He was still lying in the grass, but his chest moved, barely. I dropped to my knees beside him, checking for his pulse. Faint. But there. My hands trembled as I pressed them against Carlos's chest, feeling for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Relief flooded through me when I found it, strong and sure beneath my palms. “Carlos,” I whispered, patting his cheek gently. “Please, wake up.” His eyelids fluttered, then opened slowly. Those gray eyes I'd grown so fond of focused on my face, confusion clouding them before clarity returned. “Amelia?” His voice was hoarse. He tried to sit up, wincing as he touched the back of his head. “What happened? The man.” “He's dead.” The words came out flat, emotionless. I helped Carlos to his feet. “Carefully,” I said, my own legs still shaking from what had transpired. “What happened?” Carlos asked, still touching the back of his head. “I killed him.” --- Carlos's eyes widened as he took in the scene. The stranger'

The sound of horses grew louder. Their hooves pounded against the forest floor like thunder. My heart hammered in my chest as I counted the beats, trying to count how many they were this time. Carlos moved fast. He kicked dirt over the fire, killing the flames. The cabin went dark except for the pale light from the moon coming through the windows. "Stay down," Carlos whispered to me. His hand found mine in the darkness. "Whatever happens, don't come outside." "Carlos…" "Promise me." His voice was urgent. "Promise me you'll stay hidden." I nodded. "I promise." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. His lips were warm and soft. "Everything will be fine," he whispered against my skin. But I could smell his fear. It was sharp and bitter in the air. The horses stopped right outside the cabin. I heard leather creaking as the riders got down. Heavy boots hit the ground. Two sets of footsteps walked toward the door. "Remember," Rowan said quietly to Carlos, "Let me do the tal

My head throbbed like someone had hit it with a hammer. I tried to sit up, and the world spun around me. Where was I? Slowly, the room came into focus. I was in a bed in what looked like Rowan's cabin. Sunlight streamed through a small window. It was morning. That's when I noticed I wasn't wearing any clothes. I lifted the blanket and looked down. I was completely naked. My heart started beating faster. I looked around frantically and saw a simple brown robe folded on the chair beside the bed. I reached for it with shaking hands and pulled it on quickly. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. The fabric was soft against my skin, but it smelled like pine and woodsmoke. Then the memories came flooding back. The fight. The transformation. The blood on my teeth. The way I had almost attacked Carlos. My stomach turned. I put my hand over my mouth and tried not to be sick. I stood up slowly, testing my balance. My legs felt weak, but they held me. I walked to the small mirror hanging