Semua Bab Captured by the Alpha's Love: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mabel’s POVI didn't want him to see how much it hurt. It wasn’t about the bruise on my cheek — though it throbbed a little. It was about everything that happened earlier today. Isabel had pushed too far this time, but I didn't want anyone pitying me. Especially not Zane. He was already feeling guilty, I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. But he couldn’t fix this. No one could. Not anymore."Let me see your cheek, dear," Tina’s voice was gentle, like a mother’s. But her concern only made me feel weaker. I pulled the ice pack tighter against my face, trying to block out her kind words."I’m fine. Really." I almost laughed, but that would have made it worse. "It's nothing. Compared to what I went through at Silverwood, this is… nothing." I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. "Thank you, though. But dinner... you need to check on dinner. I’ll be okay. I just need to rest."

Mabel’s POVI needed Zane to leave, but the words wouldn’t come. I didn’t want him here—not now. But how could I explain that without sounding like I was pushing him away?"You're not sleeping?" Zane’s voice broke the silence, his tone playful, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern."No, not really," I muttered, trying to turn away from him.I could feel his eyes on me, following my every movement. I didn't expect him to notice the bruise on my arm, but of course, he did.His voice dropped, a growl threatening to surface. "What the hell happened to you?"I stiffened as his gaze fell on the fresh mark. Isabel’s palm print was unmistakable, the fingers clearly outlined. I didn’t have to say a word for Zane to know exactly who was responsible.Rage flickered across his face, but then he exhaled sharply, his anger rolling off him in waves.“I’ll kill her

Zane’s POV:I couldn’t stop thinking about Mabel, even as she lay there, sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her breath came in slow, steady bursts, and I found myself tracing a loose strand of her hair between my fingers. The soft touch was almost enough to make me forget about the constant storm of thoughts that had been rattling around in my head all night.Isabel’s words lingered in my mind. There was something about them that struck a chord, something I couldn’t shake. She had mentioned a woman—a woman who had caught my attention in ways I hadn’t quite acknowledged. Isabel’s eyes had sparked with an unsettling kind of hope when she spoke of her. It was the kind of hope I couldn’t afford to entertain, but Isabel had made a good point. If I were to consider anyone who might get close enough to trigger my protective instincts, it would be Mabel.But there was more. Isabel said this woman seemed weak&

Zane's POV"Why are they even talking about Lydia like it's no big deal?" I snapped, barely containing my irritation.Vivian, sitting across from me, didn't miss a beat. "She wants to visit the Stonebrook pack, Zane. She has every right."Every right? No, I didn’t think she did. My blood was boiling. The last thing I needed was for Lydia to show up and for my two Betas to casually chat about the consequences. Did they forget that Mabel could be exposed as the girl from the attic?I pushed the thought aside, trying to focus on the situation at hand. "If Lydia comes, what will happen to Mabel?" I asked.Vivian offered a solution that hit me like a punch to the gut. "We move her with the Omegas. Keep her low-key until Lydia leaves. It's not ideal, but Mabel wants to move out anyway. This could be the right time."My world went silent. Vivian thought she could just separate me from Mabel? Just like that? How dare she?

Mabel’s POVI expected something more... fancy. But as Tina turned to me with a slightly raised eyebrow, the reality of lunch settled in."We're just making sandwiches?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of disappointment.She shot me a knowing look, the kind of look that said she’d heard this before. "Did you expect something more elaborate?""Well... yeah." I couldn't help it. I wanted to learn how to cook, how to create meals that had some kind of mastery to them. Toasting bread didn’t quite count.I washed lettuce leaves and sliced tomatoes, trying to keep my frustration at bay. It was just lunch, after all."In this pack, we keep it simple for lunch," Tina explained. "Dinner's the big deal. But for lunch? We’re all too busy. Alpha and Beta? They’re doing their own thing, and I'm just in the kitchen making something quick." She smiled a little, as if the simplicity of it all was a comfort.