All Chapters of Alpha Logan's Mistress: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

REINAI was not trying to listen.That was the lie I told myself as I lay still on the bed, the covers pulled to my chest, my body aching in places I did not want to think about yet. The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that came after chaos, when the world held its breath and waited to see what would break next.Then I heard her voice.Her sharp voice that was familiar in all the worst ways possible. “After everything, you dare bring her back here?”My heart skipped painfully.I knew that voice. I had heard it in my nightmares, woven into memories I had tried and failed to bury. Seraphina.I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as weakness rushed through me. The voices were coming from the corridor just outside my door. Logan’s voice followed, lower, controlled, too controlled.I moved without thinking, slipping my feet onto the cold floor, steadying myself against the bedpost. I did not open the door. I did not need to. The words carried clearly.“You married me,” Seraphina

SERAPHINANight wrapped the castle in a hush that felt unnatural, as though the walls themselves were listening. Although I can’t even tell if it’s the walls listening or if some servants have leaky mouths. I stared around as I stepped out of my room. The castle was asleep. And the silence was too loud, it sounded deafening. I moved through the corridors without announcing myself, my steps measured, and my breathing steady. The lamps were dimmer at this hour, and shadows stretched long and thin, clinging to corners like the secrets that existed between Logan and I. I welcomed the dark. It suited me. It was the only thing that accepted me anyway. I exited the castle doors, walking around to the back where the stairs leading to the dungeon were located. The stairs spiraled downward, and the air grew colder with every step. Colder and smellier. The scent of damp stone, decayed blood, and old iron filled my lungs, grounding me, yet sharpening my resolve. And by the time I reached t

SERAPHINAI did not make it back to my chamber.The corridors blurred together as I walked, my chest tight, my fingers trembling beneath layers of silk. Every step away from the dungeon made the walls feel narrower, the air heavier. Logan’s slap still burned on my cheek, not with pain but with humiliation. The echo of it rang louder in my head than any scream I had ever heard.I turned.Without thinking, without dignity, without restraint, I turned back.The dungeon welcomed me like an old accomplice. Like a cold and silent but very patient accomplice. The guard at the gate stiffened when he saw me again.“My lady…” he stuttered. “You were told,” he said nervously, gripping his spear tighter, “you are not allowed back in tonight.”I stepped closer, slow and deliberate.“Are you refusing me?” I asked softly.His eyes flicked away. “Orders are orders, my Luna. And I’m afraid I can’t disobey again. Alpha Logan is like a hawk, he soars above, watching silently while marking his prey. His