All Chapters of Alpha Logan's Mistress: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

REINAI lay slumped on the ground, reliving the days I spent in the dungeon in my early teen years, despite being the late Alpha's daughter. My father had been nothing but kind and considerate, and I learned that softness from him, even though I rarely got the chance to show it. Yet these people never hesitated to spit at me and curse whenever they saw me at the dungeon or anywhere for that matter. It was almost as if my existence offended them, as if my father’s kindness had been wasted on me.Guapo made fun of me and turned the dungeon into a personal playground of cruelty. I remembered how I was whipped every morning before breakfast while the sun barely touched the horizon, and every night after dinner when darkness had settled deep into my bones. Sometimes the whips came in between meals too, that was if I was even given food at all. Food was a luxury, a privilege I had to earn by begging or enduring extra strikes. Most times, I dreamt of a piece of bread as if it were a feast.A

LOGANThe moment my boots touched the edge of the Western pack’s territory, my wolf roared so violently inside me that my vision blurred.She was here.It didn’t come to me as a question or a suggestion, but as a fact. Something so true that it made my wolf come alive.She was here.My mate, my love, my queen, she was here. I stopped abruptly, my hand curling into a fist as the scent hit me fully. Fear. Blood. Smoke. And beneath it all, faint but unmistakable, Reina.Cullen came to a halt beside me, breathing hard. His eyes scanned the forest ahead, sharp and calculating, always the strategist even when emotions ran high.“Logan,” he said carefully, lowering his voice. “We slow down here.”I laughed, but there was nothing amused about it. My chest felt too tight. My wolf paced like a caged beast, slamming against my ribs.“Slow down?” I repeated. “Did you not smell that?”“I did,” Cullen replied. “But that is exactly why we do not rush in like idiots. This could be a trap.”“A trap?”

GUSTAVOThe third explosion rattled the stone walls and sent dust raining from the ceiling.I froze mid step, my heart slamming hard against my ribs as the sound echoed through the castle like a roar of judgment. Another followed almost immediately, closer this time, louder, angrier. The air itself seemed to tremble. I hurried back to the room where I had left my brothers. “That is not an accident,” I said under my breath.Giovanni stiffened beside me. “It is Logan.”“Thought you went to play hero,” Guapo said, standing near the long table with his arms crossed, then he laughed softly. It was the kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. “Finally realized that you are just as wicked as the rest of us?”I ignored him and turned to Giovanni. “Indeed, it is Logan. He’s here for war.”“So,” he said lazily, “the Northern Alpha finally arrived.”Another distant crash echoed, followed by screams that even the thick walls could not fully muffle.I took a step toward the door. “We need to move.

LOGANI did not return to the courtyard immediately.I stood at the edge of the corridor outside my chambers long enough to be certain Reina was truly safe. I listened to the quiet hum of guards posted at every entrance. I felt the wards settle into place, old magic responding to my command without hesitation. I sensed Moon rose’s presence curl protectively around her, faint but there.Only then did I turn away.The castle groaned under the weight of what I had unleashed. Fires still burned in distant wings. Stone cracked where my rage had passed through it. The Western pack was no longer a pack. It was a carcass waiting to be claimed.And there were still debts to collect.I followed the pull of violence, the sharp familiar thread of hatred that led me straight to the brothers. I did not rush. There was no need. They were not going anywhere.I found them in what used to be the eastern council hall.The doors had been ripped from their hinges. Pillars lay shattered across the floor. B

CULLENSaving Logan’s child should have felt like victory.I stood outside the infirmary doors while the pack doctor worked on me, my shirt discarded, my skin burning where claws and blades had torn through it. Salves cooled the worst of it, bandages wrapped tight, but the ache beneath was deeper than wounds. It sat in my chest, heavy and insistent, refusing to be ignored.“Hold still,” the doctor muttered, pressing cloth to my shoulder.I did, staring at the far wall, listening to the faint sounds of the castle settling back into itself after chaos. Somewhere inside those walls, Logan was breathing again. Reina was alive. Their son was safe.And that was when it hit me. Logan had never been pretending. All the feelings he claimed to have for her, what we all saw as obsession, it was real. I closed my eyes briefly, memories aligning themselves with brutal clarity. The way his voice softened when he said her name. The way his rage sharpened whenever anyone spoke ill of her. The way he