All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: My Second Chance To Defy Fate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DARRAGH'S POVI lay on the floor, my body broken and bloodied, watching my father's limp form. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. Still alive. My mind struggled to process what had just happened. How Sara had seemingly stopped him with nothing but an outstretched hand.The room spun around me. Blood pooled beneath my cheek, warm and sticky. Every breath sent daggers of pain through my ribs."We need to get him to the healer!" my mother screamed, her voice cracking. "Now!"Eamon snapped out of his frozen state and rushed toward my father. He scooped him up like he weighed nothing, cradling his Alpha's body against his chest."What about Darragh?" Sara asked, kneeling beside me. Her fingers hovered over my face, not quite touching the swollen mess it had become."He'll heal," my mother said, her tone flat. She wiped blood from her own temple with the back of her hand. "He's young. Strong."I wanted to laugh, but my broken ribs wouldn't let me. Always the loyal mate, even after h

CIARA'S POVWe walked to the receiving chamber, my heart beating faster with each step. I kept picturing Sarah's face—not as I'd last seen her, clueless and soft on that final night, but as she'd been in our academy days: bright-eyed and fierce.The doors swung open, and there she was.Sarah Morgan stood beside her mother, hair neatly pulled back into a perfect braid. She wore a simple dress, dark blue and modest, nothing like the bold colors she'd favored in my memories. Her posture was rigid, hands folded neatly in front of her."Luna Jade," Sarah's mother stepped forward with a practiced smile. "So lovely to see you again."My mother returned the greeting warmly. "Maggie, it's been too long."I barely heard them. My eyes were fixed on Sarah. She looked the same but different. Her face held the same features but lacked the confidence I remembered. Her eyes darted around the room, never settling on one spot for long.Something tugged inside me—a mixture of joy and sorrow. This wasn't

SARA’S POVThe hallway was empty when I reached grandfather's quarters. Yellow tape crisscrossed the doorway like some kind of macabre gift wrapping. "DO NOT CROSS" screamed at me in bold black letters.I looked both ways before ducking under it.The room still smelled like him—peppermint and spite. My stomach turned. I needed to be quick. The sentinels would be making rounds soon."Where did you hide it, you old bastard?" I whispered, running my fingers along the edge of his desk.The grimoire was all that mattered now. My maternal family's magic, passed down through generations until it reached my mother, and then me. Grandfather had taken it when he banished her. Hidden it away like everything else that gave me power.I pulled open his desk drawers one by one. Nothing but papers, ink, and trinkets. I moved to the bookshelf next, scanning titles, checking behind rows for hidden compartments.Still nothing.My fingers trembled as I reached into my pocket, pulling out the small vial o

SARA'S POVThe sun hadn't even cracked the sky when I slipped into the kitchen and lit the first burner. The estate lay in silence, punctuated only by the soft footfalls of Omegas moving through distant halls like ghosts. I'd been careful—checking corners, pausing at intersections, making sure no one followed.No one had seen me duck behind the garden apothecary yesterday, fingers trembling as I pinched a vial of wolfsbane from the green cabinet. The glass had felt cool against my palm as I'd tucked it into my sleeve. It was used by the healer for wicked cases of wolfsbane attack or poisoning but I had found good and quick use for it.My hands moved with practiced precision as I worked. No humming. No unnecessary stirring. No wasted movements. I beat eggs until they frothed, folded in herbs from the garden, and brewed the tea to the exact darkness I knew he preferred. Each item received its measured drop of processed wolfsbane—enough to continue to build in his system over time, to ho

DARRAGH’S POVThe morgue smelled like death and chemicals. I found my mother standing beside the metal table where Gamma Killian's body lay, her back straight and her face set. She did not know a thing about what had just transpired and I was about to rock her world. I approached as the pack healer worked quietly in the corner, preparing the embalming solution with practiced hands."Mom," I said from the doorway. "Let's talk."She didn't turn around immediately. Her fingers traced the edge of the table, and when she finally looked at me, her expression was guarded. "Culture says you shouldn't be here, Darragh. Death preparations are not for the young Alpha's eyes. Neither are they auspicious.""Mom." My voice came out rougher than I intended. My eyes felt raw, probably looked it too. "I said I want to talk to you."The healer glanced between us, reading the tension in the air. My mother's jaw tightened slightly, but she nodded toward the old woman. "Don't worry about us. Continue your