Semua Bab BETRAYED BY MY MATE CLAIMED BY HIS STEPBROTHER : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ALPHA VELLORA….My sitting room smelled faintly of bergamot and old money, the candles guttering in their crystal holders as if they, too, were waiting for a decision to be made. I kept my hands folded in my lap, watching Vaughn and Cassandra across from me on the laptop screen. They had come eager, hungry for immediate ruin as eager as children who can’t wait to see a tower collapse. Patience, I thought. Patience is a weapon sharper than any blade.“You two look like wolves who haven’t eaten in a week,” I said, amused, and the sound drew them back from the edge of their haste. Vaughn’s mouth tightened; Cassandra’s eyes flashed lethal delight, but both of them leaned forward anyway.“I know you are disappointed in us since we failed to succeed in our plan,” Cassandra said, pressing her palms together as she always did when she was measuring a prize. “But Ariella…” Her voice dropped; she didn’t need to say the word. The image of Ariella bleeding on that road had not left either of them

The air inside the grand hall shifted.The music softened. Conversations dimmed. A ripple of unease swept through the crowd as the guards at the entrance straightened to attention. Even Alpha Zach, who had been speaking to an Elder, paused mid-sentence and turned toward the doors.The heavy oak doors of the Green Jade Pack’s great hall opened slowly, ceremoniously and what followed silenced the room.First came the Davenport family.Ariella’s father, Nathan Davenport, stepped in first—an aura of authority radiating from him like the steady pulse of a storm barely restrained. His eyes, a deep steel gray, swept over the hall as though assessing the worth of everyone present. Beside him, Syria Davenport, his wife, carried herself with elegant poise and unshakable grace, her diamond necklace glinting beneath the chandeliers.Behind them walked Knox Davenport, Ariella’s elder brother—every inch his father’s son, tall and broad-shouldered, his sharp gaze protective yet proud. On his arm was

Cassandra’s voice was sharp with quiet panic as she gripped Vaughn’s arm.“Take her upstairs. To the guest room. She’s in no condition to be seen like this. I’ll join you once I finish speaking to your father.”Vaughn frowned but obeyed, half-carrying, half-guiding Alpha Vellora through the corridors of the mansion. She stumbled against him, her perfume dizzying, her voice slurred yet soft.“Careful,” he muttered, steadying her. “You shouldn’t have had so much.”Vellora gave a weak laugh, the sound strangely melodic.“You don’t understand, Vaughn… I didn’t drink too much. I was supposed to…”Her words drifted into incoherence before she could finish. Vaughn sighed and opened the door to the guest room, gently lowering her onto the bed.The silk sheets whispered under her as he pulled the blanket up. He straightened, ready to leave, when her hand suddenly caught his wrist.“Don’t… go,” she whispered.Her grip was delicate, trembling. Her eyes, glossy with intoxication, looked almost pl

KNOX DAVENPORT…..My phone wouldn’t stop ringing on the bedside table. Only one person called this early without caring if I was asleep or dead.My Mother.I answered. “Morning, Mom.”“Come home,” she ordered without preamble. “Your father and I are waiting for you. Don’t make me send guards to drag you here. Be a good son and come quickly.”I snorted. “On my way.”“Good.” Saying that she cut the call.I groaned and got up from the bed. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was only six. I dragged myself to the bathroom and freshened up then got ready.After getting ready I came out of my room.I glanced at the closed door across the hall— Natalia was probably still asleep. Good. She needed it. I scribbled a quick note and left it on the counter.By the time I reached the packhouse, the staff was already lined up like statues. Same old routine. I strode past them and entered the sunlit dining hall where my parents sat at the long mahogany table, having breakfast like royalty.

NATALIA DE LUCA…..The door shut behind us with a soft click — courtesy of Ariella, who winked as if she’d just locked us in a honeymoon suite rather than a battlefield.I stood there, frozen, while Knox casually loosened his watch strap like this was the most normal thing in the world.His room was… overwhelmingly him.Dark wood. Clean lines. Expensive scent. Dominating presence.Even the bed looked dangerous — king-sized, charcoal sheets, minimalistic yet intimidating.I cleared my throat. “I… I’ll sleep on the couch.”Knox didn’t even look up, just said simply. “There is no couch.”I glanced around frantically.He was right.Just the bed. And one armchair that looked more like a decoration than furniture.“Then I’ll take the armchair.”“Be my guest,” he said lazily, already unbuttoning his shirt.I turned around so fast I nearly tripped. “W-What are you doing!?”“Undressing,” he said flatly. “We’re going to sleep, aren’t we?”No. My brain screamed. We are going to survive.“Can’t y