All Chapters of The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Inside the hospital ward…“Doctor Harold, is she stable now?” Fredrick asked anxiously.“Yes, she is,” Harold replied calmly. “She just fainted. It’s nothing too serious that you should be worried about. In a few minutes, she should be up.”“I’m sorry… I caused the shock,” a voice spoke from behind.Fredrick stiffened immediately. His head snapped back, eyes wide in disbelief. “Doctor… are you hearing what I’m hearing?” His voice shook as he spoke. “I’m not going crazy, right?”“You’re hearing right,” Harold answered, equally stunned. “It isn’t just you alone.”Lucas, who stood beside them, swallowed hard. “Doctor… isn’t the Alpha dead?” he asked with worry plastered on his face.“I am not dead,” Richard said clearly, his voice steady as he stepped slowly into the ward. His eyes scanned their shocked faces. “Touch me,” he commanded firmly, extending his hand. “Touch me and see for yourselves. At least then, your doubts will be cleared.”“Wait—what? Touch?” Fredrick said, still questio

Chloe didn’t know what was wrong with her. Somehow, she gathered some boldness and followed Dominic wherever he was going.“Dominic, please stop,” she called, but he was reluctant. He kept walking away.Still, Chloe didn’t give up. She followed him until a door suddenly opened—and then she was pulled inside the room.“You’ve got some guts, Luna,” Dominic said coldly. “After acting like I was going to hurt you, you still followed me here? Aren’t you scared I might hurt you?”“No,” she said softly. “I was just… scared because of what happened between us.”“You held my neck, Dominic. You were about to strangle me. I saw the fire of anger in your eyes.”And if not for my mother interrupting you would've struggled me.He clenched his jaw. “I know but you triggered that—You’ve no right to bring it up. We never made anything official.” Chloe interrupted “Seriously?” Dominic whispered.“What?” she snapped.“You said clearly you don’t need a mate. So why are you so offended that I’m here?”“

Lyra's Pov~~ It had been a day since I accepted this new life for myself.New clothes had been arranged in the wardrobe, and I thought, why not have a proper bath?I undressed and walked into the bathroom. Slowly, I lowered myself into the bathtub, my hair and body sinking beneath the warm water.“Ugh… a breath of fresh air,” I whispered.I let my thoughts wander over my achievements and failures. Amira, maybe now is the time you finally talk to me. Tell me how you feel. I want to hear your voice and sulk with you, so we can move past this.She stirred inside me. I’m so angry, Lyra. Angry with everyone—this world, and our family. They treated us like dirt. They didn’t care, and they just stood by while guards chased us… until we got hit by a car.“I know, Amira,” I said softly. “But let’s look at the bright side. If we hadn’t run and if the accident hadn’t happened, we would never have met Uncle Gerald. The moon goddess planned everything. You remember our encounter with her—she said

The Parker’s…They had been on the road for hours when Fabian finally noticed Ruth’s change in behavior since they left the guest house for Crimson Pack. She didn’t look happy at all, and now she was giving him attitude.Thank the Goddess Linda was in the other car with Chase’s remains. At least she wouldn’t hear what was about to unfold.“Hey Stephen, I’m locking the slide now. Don’t interrupt us unless it’s important.”“Okay,” the driver nodded.Fabian’s gaze moved to his mate. “What seems to be the problem?”“Nothing,” Ruth said with a shrug.“You can’t tell me nothing is wrong. You’ve been acting strange ever since we got to Crimson. Your attitude shows it—you’re not happy that Chloe is with Ethan.”Ruth let out a short, bitter laugh. “Happy? I should be happy about this sham of a marriage?” Her voice rose. “You and I both know Chloe isn’t supposed to be with Ethan. Lyra is—and you all, including that fool Ethan, pushed her to her death. I can’t even look at you right now. You dis

The next day in Crimson Pack Ethan's POV I stood before a heavy brown oak door. For eight years, I had vowed never to enter this room again. It represented everything I had rebelled against—my father’s control, the weight of the curse, and the memory of my own failure.But now, as Alpha, I could no longer avoid it. The pack’s records—its history—were all inside.I pushed the door open slowly and stepped in.The room looked exactly as it had the last time I’d been here. The massive dark wood desk remained perfectly organized. The high-backed leather chair was turned slightly, as if someone had just stood up from it. Books and ledgers sat neatly aligned on the shelves. There was no dust, no sign of abandonment.My mother must have kept it this way, making sure everything remained perfect.Still, the air carried the lingering scent of old books, ink, polished leather… and my father’s distinct oak moss fragrance. It hit me like a physical blow, dragging me back in time.**** Eight