All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isabella’s POV I clenched my fists, struggling to stay composed as she approached us, her presence sending a chill through the air. “How did you get in here?” I asked, my voice edged with irritation. She let out a shaky laugh, her eyes locking onto mine with unsettling confidence. “You’re really asking how I, Zara, got in?” she said, amusement curling in her tone like smoke. “Stay back,” my mom warned, shoving me behind her and stepping forward. “What do you want, Lunareth?” she asked, voice calm but firm. Zara’s smirk deepened. “You all keep asking what I want like it isn’t obvious,” she purred, eyes flicking to me. “Isabella, darling, you’re not making this easy. I just want a promise. Give me what I came for, and no one gets hurt.” Her wicked smile made my stomach twist. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Something about her… she terrified me more than I ever thought possible. “My daughter won’t give up her child,” my mother said, her voice steely an

Asher’s POV “I knew there was something special about you,” she said, her voice practically humming with excitement, “but what I didn’t know… was that it would be this forbidden.” I let out a sharp laugh, loud and almost too powerful to control. It burst out of me before I could stop it. Her smile faltered. “Why are you laughing?” she asked, clearly irritated now. “You must really think I’m stupid, Zara,” I said, still chuckling between breaths. “You barge into my office uninvited just to spit nonsense at me. And you expect me to believe a word that comes out of your mouth?” The humor in my tone faded, replaced by heat. “Zara, I think because I’ve been calm lately, you’ve started thinking you can say and do whatever you want and just get away with it.” I stepped closer to her. She instinctively took a step back. I kept closing the distance, step by step, until her back finally hit the wall. Then I reached out and grabbed her wrist, gripping it tightly. But she didn’t

Zachary’s POV I stared at my mom, heart pounding, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard. Asher isn’t my mom’s son? “What the hell is going on?” I asked, my voice low, tight with confusion. “Asher… isn’t your son?” Zara let out a sharp, amused chuckle. “Looks like you’ve got some explaining to do,” she said to my mom, her voice laced with mockery. She gripped my mom’s chin and yanked her face toward hers. My mom didn’t resist. She just trembled—visibly shaken, terrified. I’d never seen her like this before. “Mom,” I said again, stepping closer, my voice rising with frustration. “Talk to me. Say something.” She looked at me then—really looked at me. And in her eyes, I saw fear… and something else. Guilt. “I was going to tell you,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I wanted to wait… until we had everything we needed.” She took a step toward me, a faint smile twitching at her lips like that would soften the blow. I took a step back. “No,” I said, my tone sharper n

Asher’s POV “It’s really you,” he says, his voice laced with excitement. Before I can respond, he pulls me into a hug. “You’ve grown up so much. I can’t believe it’s really you.” I stand stiff in his embrace, arms hanging awkwardly at my sides. I didn’t expect this kind of reaction—especially not from my dad’s old friend. He seems thrilled to see me, and it throws me off. I don’t remember us being close. He steps back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, a sheen of moisture forming as he studies my face. “Hmm… Sir Sebastian,” I say with a polite, awkward smile. “Please, just call me Sebastian,” he replies warmly. “What brings you to my city?” His grin lingers, full of genuine curiosity. “I came to see you,” I say. His smile falters, brow furrowing slightly. “You came to see me? Why didn’t you come in?” “Your security said you weren’t accepting visitors,” I explain. “Oh… he should’ve told me it was you,” he says with a chuckle. “I’ll always make time for an old frien

Asher’s POVI finally found my dad’s diary. Three months of searching… three months of silence. Too much silence. No word from Zach. No word from Zara. It’s as if she’s vanished into thin air. I’d like to see it as a good sign, but the unease in my chest says otherwise.The diary is coated in dust, edges rough from age. I brush it off and try to open it—nothing. The cover refuses to budge. My brows knit. “What the hell…” The leather creaks under my grip as I force it, but it doesn’t even twitch.I glance around the abandoned library, its air thick with the scent of old paper and neglect. My gaze snags on a small brass key resting on a cracked shelf. A humorless chuckle escapes me—what use is a key for a book?But the moment my fingers close around it, the metal warms in my palm. A faint glow seeps from it… and from the diary. My heart stutters. Turning the book over, I spot a tiny lock embedded in the spine.The key slips in with an almost magnetic pull. Click. The diary snaps open.E