บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The room was quiet except for the sound of my breathing.Carlos hadn’t moved from the corner since he shut the door.I should have been relieved Lars was gone, but the pull of the bond hadn’t dulled completely. It lingered under my skin like static.“You should lie down,” Carlos said finally. His voice was rough, like gravel.I shook my head. “I can’t sleep.”“You can.” His gaze cut to me. “You just don’t want to.”My fingers twisted in the blanket. “What if he comes back?”Carlos’s jaw tightened. He crossed the room in three strides, crouching in front of me. The closeness stole my breath.“If he does,” he said softly, “he won’t find you. Not while I’m breathing.”The words shouldn’t have meant anything. But my chest warmed despite myself.“Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.Carlos’s golden eyes met mine, unreadable. For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then he straightened and held out a hand.“Get up.”I blinked. “What?”“You need to eat,” he said. “And you need

The forest still smelled of blood when we returned to the main house. My legs felt like they would give out at any second, but I forced them to keep moving.Carlos walked ahead of me, his shoulders stiff, his back marked with streaks of blood — some dried, some still fresh. He hadn’t spoken a word since the fight.The silence between us was thick, heavier than anything we’d faced in the woods.When we reached the house, the guards flanking the door stepped aside instantly. Carlos didn’t look at them.Inside, the great room buzzed with tense murmurs. Someone had already started patching up the wounded, the scent of herbs mixing with the sharp tang of blood.Carlos turned to one of the guards. “Get my father.”The guard bolted.I hovered near the doorway, not sure what to do with myself.Carlos finally turned toward me, his golden eyes cutting through me like sunlight through smoke.“You were reckless,” he said.My mouth went dry. “I—”“You nearly got yourself killed.” His voice was fla

The moonlight stretched in silver ribbons across the Alpha’s office, filtering through the tall glass windows and painting the dark walls in fleeting patterns. The silence was deceptive, heavy with tension, as though the whole packhouse was holding its breath, waiting for something to rupture.Kaden sat behind his desk, his head bowed, fists pressed tightly against his temples. His wolf was restless—snarling, clawing at the inside of his skin. The bond he had with Aria, the wrong twin, burned like poison in his veins. Every second near her was torment; every second away from her was agony.But it was worse because Lyra—his true mate, the one fate had chosen—had stopped looking at him the way she once did. Her eyes no longer softened when they landed on him. She no longer lingered in his presence.She was slipping away.And he couldn’t allow it.The door opened without warning, and his Beta, Corvin, stepped in. “You summoned me, Alpha?”Kaden didn’t lift his head immediately. He inhale

The packhouse hadn’t slept in days. Not really. Not since the whispers about Aria’s pregnancy had turned into a storm that refused to quiet.Every corner Lyra turned, eyes followed her. Pitying. Curious. Cruel.The rejected twin.The one fate left behind.Her wolf snarled at every thought she picked up from their heads, but her body couldn’t keep up with the rage. It was like bleeding without a wound—draining her faster than she could heal.She sat on the edge of her bed, hands clamped tight around the sheets to keep them from shaking. The silence pressed in until she wanted to scream.A knock rattled the door.Her heart lurched.For a wild, foolish second, she thought it was Kaden. That he’d come to explain. To promise. To fight for her.But when she pulled the door open, it was Darius leaning against the frame.He looked infuriatingly at ease, his dark eyes gleaming with a sharpness that cut straight through her defenses.“You shouldn’t be here,” Lyra said flatly.He smirked. “And y

The storm didn’t stop through the night.Thunder rattled the windows, the wind howled through cracks in the old house, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that every gust carried his scent — Lars, prowling somewhere close, circling like a predator testing the fences of a pen.Sleep never came. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his smirk, heard his voice calling me useless, felt the invisible chain of the bond tugging against my chest.By dawn, my body was sore from curling too tightly on the bed, and my head pounded from fighting against my own wolf.The door creaked open. I jolted upright.It wasn’t Carlos.An older woman with streaks of gray in her hair stood in the doorway, carrying a tray. Her movements were quiet, deliberate. She set the tray on the table without looking directly at me.“Eat,” she said simply, her voice clipped.I hesitated. “Who are you?”She glanced at me finally, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Someone keeping you alive. Don’t waste the effort.”Before I could reply