Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The room was too quiet after Carlos left, but my ears rang with every sound from beyond the door. My wolf strained inside me, claws against my skin, desperate to listen.Then I heard him.Lars.His voice slithered into the hall like poison smoke. Calm, amused, cruel. The same voice that whispered he would never love me. The same voice that laughed as he shoved me from the cliff.“You should have trained your men better,” Lars said. His tone was casual, almost lazy, but beneath it was a blade of power. “It took too long for me to reach you.”I pressed a hand to my chest, my pulse hammering. The air in the room thickened with his presence. He was close—too close.Carlos’s father answered, steady but strained. “You weren’t invited into my territory, Alpha Lars. You’ve already spilled too much blood tonight.”I shut my eyes, trying not to picture what that meant. Still, the copper tang of blood seeped beneath the door. My wolf recoiled.Lars chuckled. “Blood means nothing when it’s weak.

The sound of boots echoed down the halls. Heavy. Urgent. My heartbeat matched them, thudding against my ribs. I sat frozen on the bed where Carlos had left me, his warning sharp in my ears. Do not move an inch from here. Got it?But I couldn’t block out the words the guard had spoken. A head. Marta’s.My hands trembled. My wolf whimpered inside me, mourning. Marta had betrayed me, yes, but she had also cared for me like family. Now she was gone—just another casualty of Lars’s wrath.Shouts carried from outside, muffled by stone walls. A wave of fear rolled through me. He was here. Lars. My mate. My murderer.The door creaked open. My breath caught, thinking it might be him. But it was Carlos, his movements sharp, his face pale with fury barely contained.“Stay quiet,” he ordered, his voice like iron. “He’s at the gates with half his men. Father is stalling, but it won’t hold. If he scents you…” He broke off, running a hand through his hair. “You have to trust me, Amelia.”My throat ti

Carlos lowered me carefully onto the mattress, his touch gentler than I expected from a man who carried the kind of weight he did. My body still felt alien, heavy and weak as though I hadn’t used it in years. A month. That’s what he said. A month lost. A month stolen.The truth pressed down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I curled my fists into the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as if I could anchor myself to something real.Carlos lingered by the bed, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the lantern on the wall. His jaw was tight, unreadable, but his eyes… those eyes gave him away. Stormy, restless, and something else—something that burned when it landed on me.“Drink,” he said gruffly, placing a glass of water into my hand. His fingers brushed mine. Heat skittered up my arm.I took a sip, but my gaze stayed fixed on him. The silence between us stretched taut, charged. Every sound—the drip of water from the ceiling, the faint thud of boots in the hall,

I stood there long after he left, the room too quiet, my chest too tight.He hadn’t just told me to stay—he had commanded it, his voice carrying the kind of weight that made my wolf tuck her tail.But staying put meant sitting here alone with my thoughts, with the sound of Lars’s voice still ringing in my head.She’s mine. And I will have her back.I wrapped my arms around myself and sank onto the bed.My fingers found the necklace at my throat, the one I’d made for Lars—the one I’d planned to give him the night he tried to kill me.The metal felt cold, mocking.I ripped it off and threw it across the room.The sound it made when it hit the floor was too loud. I flinched.The guard at the door turned sharply.“Everything okay in there?”“Yes,” I said quickly. My voice cracked. “Yes, I’m fine.”He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t step inside either.The next hour crawled by, the house settling into a tense, unnatural quiet. Every creak, every whisper of wind against the shutters ma

The silence in the room was deceptive — like the stillness before a storm. Amelia’s pulse had just begun to settle after Carlos’s words. She sat on the bed, staring at her trembling hands, his revelation still echoing through her skull:Your body was found by the creeks. You were there for a month.She still couldn’t fully comprehend it. She had died. Or almost died. And yet here she was, breathing in air that felt too sharp for her lungs.Carlos had just set her down on the bed again, his touch uncharacteristically careful. His normally hard gaze softened for a fleeting moment before it shuttered again, the familiar wall snapping back into place.He turned to leave — but her hand shot out and caught his wrist.“Don’t go,” she whispered, her voice cracked, a threadbare thing.Carlos froze, as though the contact burned him. Slowly, he turned back to face her. There was a storm in his eyes now, something wild and dark that made her chest tighten.“You shouldn’t say things like that to m