All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I didn't sleep that night. I sat by my window watching the darkness slowly give way to dawn. My decision was made. I had to leave. I had to find Lars before anyone else got hurt because of me.When the first rays of sunlight touched the manor walls, I stood up and began packing my few belongings into a small bag. I didn't have much. A spare dress. The boots Carlos had bought me in another town. A few coins.I needed two things before I could leave. A map to find Everdell Ridge. And the book about ivory wolves that Arlene had shown me.I found Arlene in the gardens. She was sitting on a stone bench, staring at the morning flowers. Her face was calm, peaceful even. So different from the wild madness I had seen the night before."I need your help," I said, approaching her slowly.She looked up at me. Her silver eyes were clear and steady. "You're leaving.""Yes.""To find Lars."I nodded. "I need a map to Everdell Ridge. And the book you showed me last night."Arlene stood up without a w

I stood before the mirror in my room, adjusting the green dress I had chosen for the celebration. The fabric was soft silk, the color of deep forest leaves. It fit perfectly, hugging my waist before flowing to the floor in gentle waves.The dress was beautiful.I had taken off Carlos's necklace as Lars requested. The absence of the small gold heart against my skin felt like losing a piece of myself. But I needed to be smart. I needed to blend in until I could understand what was really happening here.The cook's warning echoed in my mind: "You should not have returned." But I was here now, and I had to make the best of it. I would play along. Act the part of the submissive Luna until I could gather the information I needed.A soft knock came at my door."Come in," I called.A young servant girl entered with a nervous smile. "Miss Luna, the Alpha is waiting for you at the manor entrance."I nodded and followed her downstairs. My hands smoothed the green silk as we walked through the co

A soft knock at my door woke me from restless sleep. "Come in," I called softly.Martha entered carrying a breakfast tray. She looked around the doorway carefully before closing the door behind her. "I brought you some breakfast," she said, setting the tray on the small table by the window.I climbed out of bed and walked over to her."Thank you," I said, watching her face. "Did you... did you think about what we discussed last night?"Martha nodded and pulled a chair closer to the table. "Sit," she whispered. "We need to talk, but we must be quiet."I sat across from her, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Martha's eyes darted to the door again before she leaned closer."I've been working for this pack for twenty-three years," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've cleaned these rooms, served these meals, and heard secrets that I kept to myself all this time."My pulse quickened. Martha's hands trembled as she reached across the table and took mine. "Amelia, Lars is no

The silver chains cut into my wrists. Blood ran down my arms, but I kept pulling. I had to get out of here."Let me out!" I screamed at the empty room. "Let me out!"Nobody answered. I could only hear my own breathing and the chains scraping against the wall.My wrists hurt badly. My shoulders ached. But I kept pulling at the chains. They had to break.Blood dripped on the floor. I felt dizzy. The room started spinning around me.Then everything went dark.When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere else. I stood in a field full of flowers. The sun was warm on my face. A gentle wind blew through the grass."Amelia."I turned around. My heart jumped. Mia was walking toward me through the flowers. "Mia!" I ran to her and hugged her tight. She felt real in my arms. "Oh, Mia, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for saying you were selfish, please don't leave me again."She hugged me back. "It's okay, Amelia. It's okay."I pulled back to look at her face. Tears ran down my cheeks. "I understand now."Mia

Carlos lowered her onto the mattress like she was made of glass, his arms lingering as if her skin burned him and yet tethered him. Amelia’s body was trembling, not only from weakness but from the weight of his words—a month… by the creeks… dead, and yet not dead.Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She couldn’t process it all. Her chest rose and fell too fast, and when she pressed her palm against the sheets to sit up again, her knees buckled beneath her. Carlos’s hand shot out, pinning her shoulder gently but firmly back against the pillows.“Stop fighting me,” he said, voice low, rough, and too close. His scent wrapped around her, heavy, intoxicating. “Your body is barely holding together. You move like this, and you’ll collapse.”“I already feel collapsed,” she whispered.The words punched a hole through his composure. He had to clench his jaw, his fangs threatening to show. His wolf stirred, prowling under his skin, restless and hungry—not for blood, but for the maddening pul