All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The border town was nothing impressive. A scattered collection of buildings clinging to the edge of neutral territory, the kind of place where wolves went when they didn't belong anywhere else. Outcasts. Rogues. The rejected and the exiled. Perfect for what they needed.Amelia pulled her hood lower as they walked through the muddy streets. It had rained sometime in the night, leaving everything slick and gray under the weak morning sun. Carlos stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing hers, a constant reminder that she wasn't alone in this.Her strength was coming back. Slowly. Like a muscle memory she'd forgotten she had. Every day she felt more solid, more present, more herself. The fog that had clouded her mind since waking in Lars's house was finally lifting, revealing sharp edges and hard truths underneath.She could feel her wolf now. Not just the presence of it, but the strength. The instincts. The raw power that came from being what she was, not the watered-down version Lars

Marcus stared at the sealed letter in his hand. The wax was still warm, the impression of his ring clear in the deep red. One letter. One choice. One betrayal that would either save his pack or damn whatever remained of his soul.He'd written it three times. Torn up the first two. But the third, the third he'd sealed before he could second-guess himself again.The messenger waited in the shadows by the door. Young. Loyal. Disposable if things went wrong."You know where to deliver this," Marcus said without looking up."Yes, Alpha. Directly to Lars. No one else sees it.""And if you're caught?""I was never here. You never sent me." The messenger's voice was steady. He'd done this kind of work before. "The letter burns and I disappear.""Good." Marcus finally looked at him. "There's extra payment waiting for you when you return. Enough to leave the territory if you want. Start over somewhere no one knows your face."The messenger understood. This wasn't just a delivery. This was the ki

Three days. Amelia had been back in Lars's house for three days and the act was slowly killing her from the inside out.She smiled when he wanted her to smile. Sat beside him during meals and pretended the food didn't taste like ash. Let him take her hand and guide her through the gardens like they were lovers instead of captor and captive. Every touch made her skin crawl. Every soft word made her want to scream. But she swallowed it all down and played the role of the confused, slowly warming girl who might be falling for his redemption story.Lars ate it up like a man starving."You seem better today," he said over breakfast. They ate on the terrace overlooking the forest. Beautiful view. Perfect weather. Everything carefully curated to create the illusion of normalcy. "More at peace.""I'm trying." Amelia kept her voice soft. Uncertain. "It's hard. There's so much history between us. So much pain. But I can see you're making an effort. That you really do want things to be different.

The explosion at the eastern border lit up the night sky like a second sun.Amelia stood at her window watching orange flames lick upward, hearing the distant shouts of guards mobilizing, feeling the entire estate shift into crisis mode. Every wolf with any combat training was streaming toward the breach, leaving the main house dangerously understaffed.It wasn't random. Couldn't be. Someone was creating a distraction.Her heart hammered against her ribs. Carlos. It had to be Carlos. He'd gotten her letter. He'd come for her.She had to be ready."Amelia!" Lars burst into her room without knocking, his face tight with barely controlled fury. "Stay here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone except me.""What's happening?" She injected fear into her voice. Made herself smaller. "Lars, I'm scared."He crossed to her in three strides, pulled her against his chest. "It's nothing. Just rogues testing our borders. Probably hoping to take advantage of the chaos I created hunting you. My men

They didn't stop running until her legs gave out.Amelia collapsed against a tree, bark rough against her back, her breath coming in sharp, painful gasps that felt like glass in her lungs. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding together, and she pressed her hand to her chest, trying to hold herself together. Trying to remember how to breathe.Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong."Amelia." Carlos was in front of her instantly, his hands on her face, tilting her head up. His eyes were wide, frantic, gold bleeding through the brown. "Look at me. Stay with me."She tried. God, she tried. But her vision kept blurring, darkening at the edges like someone was slowly turning off the lights. Her body felt heavy, too heavy, like she was sinking into the earth beneath her."I can't," she whispered, and her voice sounded far away, disconnected. "Carlos, I can't."His jaw clenched, panic flooding his features. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing, cradling her against his