Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

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

Carlos’s POVI slammed my fist into the stone wall the moment she disappeared down the corridor. Pain shot up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest.Lars. I could smell him on her. His scent clung to her like a brand, and the thought of it made me want to rip him apart with my bare hands.But what burned worse was the look in her eyes. She hadn’t denied it. She hadn’t said she didn’t want him.I pressed my palms against the wall, forcing myself to breathe. She isn’t yours. She was never yours.That truth had haunted me from the beginning. She was Lars’s mate. Fated. The bond between them was something I could never compete with, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.And yet—when she looked at me, when she trembled beneath my hand, when she whispered for me to stop tormenting her—it felt like fate itself was lying.I hated myself for it. Hated the weakness that made me crave what I could never have. My mother’s blood still stained Lars’s c

Amelia couldn’t shake the sound of his voice.Because I am.Those three words clung to her long after Carlos left the room again.She sat there on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, heart hammering. She had never seen him look like that before — not angry, not cold, but… terrified.If Carlos was afraid, what hope did she have?Her fingers toyed with the necklace that still hung around her neck, Lars’s name glinting faintly in the dim light. The sight of it made her stomach twist. She had loved him. She had trusted him. And he had thrown her from the cliff like she was nothing.She curled her fist around the pendant until the edges dug into her palm.Carlos paced the hall outside, every step measured, his wolf restless.Lars had been too close. If Amelia hadn’t stayed quiet, if she had made one wrong move, Lars would have scented her and all hell would’ve broken loose.Carlos’s father came to stand beside him. “He’s going to come back,” his father said quietly.Carlos d

The room was quiet except for the ragged sound of Amelia’s breathing. Her skin was clammy against his shirt where he held her, his fingers digging just a little too hard into her waist as if she might slip through his grasp if he let go. Her legs had given out completely when he’d told her the truth — that her body had been found by the creeks, that she’d been gone for a month.Carlos had seen warriors break under news less shocking than this, but there was something about the way Amelia’s eyes had gone glassy and unfocused that had nearly made him panic.“You’re fine,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, as if speaking to a skittish creature. He laid her carefully back on the bed, his palm cupping the side of her neck, thumb brushing over her pulse. “You’re safe here. No one can touch you.”But her trembling didn’t stop.Amelia swallowed hard, her throat dry as her eyes darted to his. “A month?” Her voice cracked.Carlos’s jaw flexed. “Sí, princesa. A month. But you’re here now.”

Carlos’s words were still in Amelia’s head when her knees gave out.“By the creeks,” he’d said, like it was just another fact, like it wasn’t a knife twisting into her chest.For a month.She’d been gone for a whole month.Her palms scraped the floor as she slid down the door, her breath coming fast, too fast.“Amelia—”His voice cut through the fog. Then his arms were around her, strong and solid, lifting her like she weighed nothing.“No—put me down—” she tried to push him away, but her body was weak, traitorously weak. Her hands barely made it past his chest before falling uselessly.Carlos said nothing. He simply carried her back to the bed, setting her down gently before crouching in front of her.“Breathe,” he ordered, his thumb brushing her cheekbone — not gently, not roughly either. Firm enough that she had no choice but to meet his gaze.“I can’t—”“Yes, you can.”Her lips trembled. “Why didn’t you just let me die there?”Something dark flashed in his eyes. He didn’t look awa