FORTY ONE

SARA'S POVRain hammered my skin as I trudged from the car to the estate, each drop piercing through my sleeves like tiny needles. The Omegas scurried around me with the bags, their concerned glances sliding off my indifference.The door to my room stood ajar. My stomach knotted.That theatrical bastard.I pushed inside, rainwater cascading from my coat hem to pool at my feet. There he was—my grandfather, Killian—perched on the edge of my bed like a vulture, my diary splayed open in his bony fingers."You're fashionably late." His eyes never left the page as he flipped to the next. "Weren't you meant to be back by afternoon?"My nails bit into my palms. "Is my journal that entertaining?"His gaze finally lifted, cold and calculating. "It confirms your foolish crush on Dayo's son still exists.""I guess you could say love endures," I said, holding his stare.A cruel smile twisted his lips. "I thought I beat that shit out of you.""You tried."The door creaked behind me as Omegas filed

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FORTY TWO

BRIGID'S POVWho the fuck did Marion think she was? Thinking she could threaten me and survive it. I would fucking ruin her. I would make sure she paid in full—every last drop.The moment I pushed the doors to my quarters open, I knew something was off. A chill settled in the room. Not the temperature kind. The kind that lived under the skin and whispered warnings into your bones. My heartbeat thudded louder than my footsteps as I moved through the foyer, every sense on high alert."Riona?" I called, voice sharp enough to cut. But there was no answer.My jaw clenched tight enough to ache. I hated being ignored—loathed it with every fiber of my being. The scent of lavender oil drifted faintly from the lounge, and I followed it, heels tapping out my rising irritation on the marble floor. That was when I saw her.She was standing in the lounge with her back to me, perfectly still. Like a shadow waiting to strike. Like a predator suddenly aware it had become prey.Riona remained motionles

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FORTY THREE

SARA'S POVI stared down at my grandfather's body, watching the rain wash his blood into the garden soil below. My chest heaved with each breath. I'd done it. I'd actually killed him.My legs gave out. I sank to the wet balcony floor, back pressed against the railing. Reality crashed into me like a tidal wave. I'd just murdered my grandfather. The realization punched through me, leaving me gasping."Oh goddess," I whispered, hand flying to my mouth. My fingers trembled against my lips.What had I done? The Omegas had seen us fighting. They'd heard everything. Now his body lay broken and bloody on the ground below my balcony, his brain scattered across the stones. I couldn't hide this.I couldn't breathe. My lungs refused to expand. Each gasp came shorter and more desperate than the last. The world spun around me as panic clawed its way up my throat.I couldn't move him. I couldn't carry a dead body through the estate alone. My magic wasn't reliable enough to do the job without leaving

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FORTY FOUR

CIARA'S POVI woke up slowly, the kind of gradual climb to consciousness where dreams and reality blur together. Something warm pressed against my palm. My fingers were intertwined with someone else's.Darragh's.My eyes flew open. Morning light filtered through the cheap hotel curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.Darragh sat on the floor beside my bed, his back against the wall, head tilted at an uncomfortable angle. Fast asleep. One arm stretched up to the mattress where his hand held mine.Had he held my hand all night? Why would he do that?I studied our linked fingers. His hand dwarfed mine, callused in places I wasn't. My pulse quickened, and I pulled my gaze away, looking instead at his face.He seemed younger in sleep. The sharp edges of his usual expression softened, his dark eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. I'd never seen him so... unguarded.Carefully, I slipped my hand from his. He didn't stir. I slid off

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FORTY FIVE

DARRAGH'S POVThe words hung on my tongue for a moment too long. Ciara sat across from me, fingers drumming against her knee, eyes fixed on the hotel window where the morning sun streaked the glass. That hollow look in her gaze—like she was bracing for another blow—made the decision for me."Saraphina's mother," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Riona Maychild."Ciara went perfectly still. Only her chest moved with a sharp intake of breath that escaped as a slow hiss between her teeth. Two rapid blinks, and something hardened in her expression."Of course." The words scraped from her throat as if each one cut on the way out. "Of course." Her knuckles whitened around the edge of the armchair. "I've had this feeling about your cousin."I crossed the room in two strides. "Don't go there.""Why not?" Her eyes met mine, glittering with dangerous intensity. "You think I'm wrong? You should see the way she watches you when you're not looking. The way she talks about—""Sara is nothin

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All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: My Second Chance To Defy Fate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

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FORTY THREE

FORTY FOUR

FORTY FIVE