All Chapters of The Good Girl's Revenge: Using the Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arabella’s POV"What’s Syria’s condition in her room now?" I asked the maid quietly, trying to stay calm and keep my voice steady."She's all right, Madam," answered the maid gently, not meeting my eyes. "But she's always shut up in her room. She hardly comes out. And Sir Steven only requests her when he wants to see her."I balled my fists tightly, my nails digging painfully into my palm as anger surged through me, uncontrollable."Take me to her," I commanded icily.The maid faltered. "O-Okay, Madam."We proceeded in silence towards Syria's room. I kept my posture straight and composed.When I arrived at her door, I knocked a few times. "Syria? Are you in here?" There was silence.I knocked again, harder this time. Still, nothing. She didn't open the door. She didn't even say a word.My temper snapped. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.There she was, sitting in the corner of the room, her hair messily falling around her face as she focused on something in her hands.

Syria’s POVHe paid no mind to my teasing at all.Rather, he turned fully to me, his eyes mysterious and dark.“What are you doing here at the banquet?” he asked, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the noise of the crowd.I gave him a playful grin, not backing down. “Well, I came here to toast with a few Alpha fanboys,” I answered, shrugging casually.His eyes narrowed at me, obviously not pleased. "The truth," he insisted, his voice firmer this time, obviously not in the mood for playing around.I released a sigh, dropping the teasing act for a moment. "Okay," I said with a small smile, though I kept it light. "I was here for a blind date."The instant those words escaped my lips, I saw the shift in his face. His smile disappeared altogether, replaced by something darker. Something unreadable.Before I could get another word out, he flipped his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it with force. Then, suddenly, he approached me with slow, thudding footsteps. The look in his

Syria’s POV"Oh! Oh!"I couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips—moans tumbling out with every deep, relentless thrust of his hips. He moved with an urgency that stole my breath, each stroke rougher, faster, as if he was chasing something only our bodies could give. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to anchor me while pleasure rippled through me.His hand slid up my torso, his fingers grazing my sensitive skin before cupping one of my breasts firmly. He squeezed, the pressure making me arch into his touch, craving more. Then his palm slapped it, a sharp sting followed by a rush of heat that only made me moan louder. He did it again. And again. Each time, it sent a jolt through my body, a mix of pain and pleasure that had my thighs trembling around him.I opened my eyes, finding it hard to breathe, and looked up at him. His eyes were half-shut, full of something dark, intense, and unforgiving. I was so engrossed in the sensations coursing t

Syria’s POV“Bennett! Where’s the tablet?!” Novene shouted, her voice was sharp and urgent.He scrambled to grab the tablet from the table. His hands were fumbling slightly in his rush. Without a word, he handed it to her.I stood there watching everything unfold. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I was extremely nervous. I had a strong feeling about what that tablet contained. It was likely the surveillance footage. And if it was, then I was in serious trouble.I knew I had entered the hotel room. There was no denying that. If they saw it on the footage, if they played that video right now in front of everyone, I could be blamed. I was sweating. My hands were shaking. My body was frozen, but my mind was in chaos.Novene turned to face Uncle Steven. She didn’t even glance at anyone else. With a bold stare, she raised the tablet in front of him.“Father, look. It’s right here. This is it-!”But she didn’t get to finish.Out of nowhere,

Syria’s POV‘Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it!’I hit send, then stood in front of the mirror, completely naked.My eyes studied the reflection staring back at me. Every curve. Every inch of skin. For a moment, I was mesmerized by my own beauty.I reached for the bottle of lotion on the bedside table and slowly applied it to my skin, taking my time. The smoothness grounded me, reminding me I was still in control of something. Myself. After moisturizing, I fixed my hair and straightened out the wrinkles on my nightdress. I was still locked in this room, but I made sure I didn’t fall apart.My uncle was still furious. Angry at the chaos his own children had caused. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I didn’t even know if I was still safe. But I refused to look like a victim. I had to stay composed, look presentable, and most of all, protect myself. Physically and emotionally.As I was preparing to go to bed, my phone vibrated on the nightstand.A notification