All Chapters of Alpha Logan's Mistress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

SERAPHINAI learned very quickly that pretending to be kind was far more exhausting than cruelty.Cruelty came naturally to me. It flowed without effort, sharp and honest, unburdened by patience. Kindness, on the other hand, required calculation. It demanded restraint, timing, softness in places where my instincts screamed for blood.Still, I smiled.I smiled as Reina passed me in the corridor that morning, her arms full of linens, her steps slow and careful as though the castle itself might betray her if she moved too quickly.“Good morning,” I said warmly, inclining my head as a proper Luna should.Reina paused. Just for a breath. Then she turned.“Good morning, Seraphina,” she replied, her voice calm, measured, polite.Polite. Always polite. Never warm.I told myself that it was enough. That politeness was progress. That the way she no longer flinched when I spoke was a victory, even if she watched me with those sharp, knowing eyes that missed nothing.“How is the baby?” I asked, s

SERAPHINAThe night was still, almost unnaturally so, as I walked through the quiet corridors of the castle, my heels clicking softly against the polished stone floor. The light of the torches flickered, casting long, uncertain shadows, but I was not afraid. Fear had no place here. It was the naive wolves like Reina and Logan who trembled when the world shifted beneath their feet. I, on the other hand, moved with purpose, with precision. Every step I took, every breath I drew, was a calculated move toward victory.I smiled softly, tilting my head as I imagined the little family upstairs. Reina, the new mother, exhausted but vigilant. Logan, doting over their son, already wrapped in the soft blankets she had sewn with care. And their son—oh, the beautiful, innocent child who would be the key to everything I intended. He was so small, so vulnerable. Yet even now, my mind ran ahead, planning the moment he would change everything, without them suspecting a thing.I paused near the kitchen

REINAThe morning after Seraphina drank from the poisoned cup dawned unusually quiet. The castle seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of servants bustling and torches crackling replaced by an eerie stillness. I held my son close, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Logan had insisted on remaining with me through the night, pacing the nursery floor while keeping one hand on the cradle and the other occasionally brushing my hair from my forehead. His eyes, dark and intense, never left me, as if he were measuring the depth of my exhaustion and worry with every heartbeat.Moon rose whispered, “Stay vigilant, Reina. The storm is over, but the shadows remain.”I nodded slightly, even though he could not see my expression. My senses were sharpened, alert to the slightest disturbance. The poison had been taken care of, the threat neutralized—but Seraphina had underestimated the loyalty and cleverness of those around her.

CULLENThe sun was just beginning to dip behind the northern cliffs, spilling golden light over the castle and the surrounding forests. The air smelled faintly of pine and earth, and the distant howls of wolves echoed softly, a reminder of the Northern Pack’s enduring strength. I stood at the edge of the cliff, feeling the wind tug at my coat, and watched the castle in the distance, alive with movement and warmth. Peace had settled over the pack, a peace that had been hard-won through battles, betrayals, and sacrifices.Beside me, Mina held my hand, her fingers warm and steady against mine. She had always been my anchor, the quiet strength that had held me together when everything else felt uncertain. I remembered vividly the night she had confessed her truth, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability. “Cullen, I am the daughter of that wealthy family on the northern cliff. I left it all, everything, to be near you. I became a servant in the castle because I could