All Chapters of Alpha Logan's Mistress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

REINAGiovanni spoke again. “You cannot lock her up.”“Then she must not run,” Guapo retorted. “So I will do what needs to be done.”Then Giovanni shifted the conversation. “You talk about her as if she wronged you, but it was her parents that wronged ours. You blame her family for everything that happened to ours.”Guapo hissed softly. “Her parents treated ours like trash. They worked them to death. They denied them the respect they deserved. When they died, we were forced to live with her. They made every choice to favor her because she was their real daughter.”The words hit me like blows.I did not know this. I never saw them being treated poorly. My parents always told me we were equal. They never said anything about mistreatment. I never even knew that they weren’t my blood brothers. It makes sense now.My heart throbbed painfully.Gustavo’s voice deepened. “Well if that was all, then we could have walked away, right? Instead, we killed them. And blamed her.”The world around me

REINAAfter Guapo walked out and the door shut behind him, the room felt painfully still. The silence pressed into my chest until it became hard to breathe. My tears started falling again before I could even think of holding them back. Everything inside me felt shattered, scattered across the cold space like pieces I no longer knew how to gather.Moonrose had warned me. She had whispered fear into my dreams and sent uneasy tremors into my chest whenever Guapo walked into the room. She had told me that trusting him would lead to more pain. Yet I had convinced myself that I could control the situation if I simply stayed calm. I believed that the years had changed something. I believed that motherhood would soften their hearts. Or at least, I hoped it would soften their hatred for me.But Moonrose had been right from the beginning. And I had been terribly foolish.Her voice rose inside my head, soft and warm, wrapping around my trembling thoughts.> You did not deserve what happened. You

GUSTAVOGiovanni and I wore grooves into the stone corridor with how long we paced it. The air felt cold and heavy, charged with an anxiety neither of us dared admit out loud. Every now and then Giovanni rubbed the back of his neck and muttered a half-silent prayer while I tried to shake off the sick feeling twisting deep in my stomach. Something was wrong. I could not explain it. I only knew the feeling would not leave me alone. The long stretch of the corridor echoed with our footsteps and the muffled voices of midwives working behind the closed doors.We stopped when the door creaked open and Guapo stepped out. He wore the widest grin I had ever seen on his face, the kind that made him look proud enough to conquer the entire kingdom with nothing but that smile.“It is a boy,” he said.Giovanni slumped against the wall with relief. His shoulders finally loosened and he breathed out shakily. I wished I felt the same kind of joy, but my stomach churned harder instead. The sick sensa

LOGANCullen walked beside me with long, uneasy strides as we crossed the forest path. The sky above us was a deep blue shade that carried no comfort. My wolf had been restless since dawn and every second I spent away from Reina felt like a betrayal. Yet Cullen continued to speak with the same tense, doubtful voice he had carried since morning.He asked, “Logan, are you truly certain that we are going the right way? Are you sure you can trust that call? What if someone is trying to trick us? What if this is a plan to destroy our pack from the inside?” His worry was etched clearly in his tone, but it clashed against the certainty that throbbed inside my chest.I did not answer him. My eyes stayed fixed on the direction my instincts pulled me toward, and the more he spoke, the faster I walked. A strange tug gripped my ribs, like an invisible thread being drawn tighter with each step. My wolf paced inside me with the urgency of a creature who knew its mate was in danger. The bond between

REINAEverything around me was dark and smoky when I first opened my eyes. I woke up coughing so hard that my chest tightened painfully. The air felt dense and bitter, as if I were breathing in ashes. My throat burned and I gasped for clean air but nothing around me offered relief. I could hear distant screams that cut through the darkness like wounded birds crying for help. Heavy footsteps pounded against the floor somewhere far away, and the sounds rose and fell in a terrifying rhythm.The smell hit me next. It was sharp and metallic, carrying the unmistakable scent of blood. The odor filled the air so strongly that it made my stomach twist with nausea. I pushed myself up with trembling hands and blinked hard, trying to make sense of where I was. The shadows shifted around me like they were alive, rolling and stretching as if waiting for me to move.Someone shouted in the distance, “Run. Run now. They are already inside.”Another voice responded with frantic desperation, “Help me. P