Semua Bab Alpha Logan's Mistress: Bab 91 - Bab 100

GUAPOBy the time the sun dipped below the ridge and darkness swallowed the sky, I already replayed the day’s events at least twenty times in my head. Gustavo returned from the hospital around noon, walked straight into his room, and didn't bother saying a damn word to anyone since. Not even a nod at anyone.I knew something was off the moment he walked in. His scent reeked of unease. Not fear, but something close.I leaned back in my chair at the dining table, my fork spinning between my fingers as I watched him from across the room. He sat beside Giovanni, quietly slicing through his food with mechanical precision.Giovanni tried to start a conversation about a new recruit who almost burned down the training field. But Gustavo didn't even flinched. He just kept eating, with an expression like his face was carved in stone.“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” I said, breaking the silence that had stretched too long.He didn’t look up. “I'm not exactly hungry for talk.”“Clearly,” I murmu

REINAThe thunder struck again, louder this time, like the Moon Goddess herself had heard me and was answering. Then came the rain. At first it was soft like a whisper, then it got heavier as it rolled across the roof. I sat still, listening to it. Somehow, it calmed me. Maybe because crying while the sky cried too made me feel less pathetic.When my body started to ache again, I dragged myself to the bathroom. The warm water hit my skin, washing away the tears, the anger, and the humiliation of the day. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the water run over my face, pretending it could wash away Logan too.After the shower, I slipped into one oversized shirt and went to the kitchen. I wasn’t even hungry, but I forced myself to eat something small. Two scoops of white rice and tomato soup that was left on the counter. The taste barely registered. It was like chewing paper.Not long after, the door creaked open. I turned and saw Celine stumble in, completely drenched. Her hair stuc

GUAPO“Gustavo thinks he can waltz in here with a folded paper and ruin everything,” I muttered, pacing the hall like a caged animal. The words tasted like iron and bile in my mouth. I wanted to spit them out and watch them stain the floor.Giovanni stood opposite me with his palms pressed flat, and eyes tired from drinking excessively. “Calm down,” he said quietly. “We do not get anywhere by yelling.”Calm down? I could not calm down. My skin felt too tight. “Calm down?” I barked. “You think I want to be calm while he plays at kingship behind my back? He thinks he is clever, sitting with a doctor’s paper like it is a crown. He thinks this piece of paper buys him everything. Do you understand what that means?” My voice dragged the last words out like a knife.Giovanni’s face did not move. “It means the race is on. It means we find Reina fast, or someone else finds her for us. It means we move, not shout.”I stopped and leaned against the wall. “Move?” I repeated, folding my arms. “Do

SERAPHINA“You know you shouldn’t be here,” I murmured, leaning against the cold edge of the window. My voice came out low, like a whisper I wasn’t sure I wanted him to hear.Guapo stood at the door, his shadow stretching across the marble floor. His shirt was half-buttoned, his chest glistening faintly under the dim light of the chandelier. His eyes trailed down my figure, and I could feel the air shift between us.He smirked. “And yet, here I am.”I bit my lip, pretending to look unimpressed, though my heart was doing cartwheels. “You’re playing with fire,” I said. “If he finds out—”He took a step closer, closing the distance. “If?” he echoed softly, his voice dripping with amusement. “You mean when, don’t you?”I glared, but it only made him chuckle. He was always so infuriatingly calm, like he didn’t care about the danger of being caught in the Alpha’s manor, much less my room.“You like danger,” he teased, brushing his fingers against my hand. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”I scoffe

REINA “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered under my breath, my voice trembling as my eyes locked on the man standing a few feet away. Guapo. Of all people to find me here, it had to be him. He stood under the shade by the company gate, his arms folded across his chest like someone who had every right to be there. Behind him were Gustavo and Giovanni, both wearing that same tense, unreadable expression I remembered too well. For a long moment, the world around me went silent. I couldn’t hear the wind, or the chatter of the workers passing by, or even the cars zooming past the road. All I could hear was the violent thudding of my heart and the faint whimper of Moonrose in the back of my mind. Not them again… please, not them. Her voice trembled as she went into hiding, retreating into the deepest corners of my soul. I don’t blame her. We both remember what they had done, the endless humiliation, the pain that broke us. Seeing them now felt like being dragged back into