Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The USB was plugged into the projector at the chamber’s side. A screen flickered to life.And there I was.Naked. On the bed. Gregor above me. Our bodies entwined, moving with that wildness that had consumed us both.My heart stopped. It looked weird. My face in the video looked different. And I swear, it was the best sex in my life, not like I have some experience to compare to but…my face in the video wasn't um, shall I call it, delighted?The council gasped, voices rising, the chamber a hive of shock and scandal.I wanted to crawl out of my own skin.But then the audio hit. The volume was up for added drama.Not my moans. Not my breathless begging for more.No.The sound that filled the chamber was my voice—screaming.“Stop! Please—stop! You’re hurting me!”My blood turned to ice.My knees buckled, and only Sugar’s gasp behind me snapped me upright.Because what played on the screen wasn’t just sex. It was rape.Edited. Twisted. A grotesque violation of everything Gregor and I shar

Gregor’s POVThe world snapped black the second the mist swallowed me.One moment, I was in the council chamber—chains cutting into my wrists, the scent of wolfbane burning my lungs, my wolf howling in my skull as Marigold’s eyes locked on mine. One moment, I was lunging at the guards, at the Queen’s smug face, my claws catching glimpses of velvet robes and the taste of blood.And then—Nothing.Cold. Wet. Darkness.The mist dragged me like a tide, swallowing my strength, my rage, even my breath. My body slammed onto hard stone, the impact jarring the chains loose from my wrists but leaving my muscles trembling from poison. For a moment, I stayed there—on my knees, palms braced against the slick floor—breathing like a wounded beast.Then the memories hit.The video. The council’s roar. The Queen’s smirk.Marigold’s face—her lips trembling but her eyes defiant.They had played that cursed recording, turned what was ours into something filthy. They’d called me traitor. Rapist. Savage. Ev

  MARIGOLD POVRain hammered the castle tiles like a million tiny fists, and the windows of my suite blurred the world into a smeared watercolor of gray and silver. The sound should have felt comforting — steady, predictable — except everything in me trembled with an edge of panic that no downpour could wash away.Sugar was at the vanity, trying—halfheartedly—to pin a

A few hours later.When we finally stumbled into the northern safehouse, it felt, briefly and miraculously, like being swallowed by warmth. Not much—just a squat stone cottage with a chimney that coughed smoke and a single crooked door—but after hours of rain, mud, and the chorus of wolves on our heels, it was a palace.My thighs literally ached from the ride. The horse had been kind enough, the saddle less so. I tried to sit like a lady when Leon’s hand offered me down from his mount, but then gravity and exhaustion decided I wasn’t that kind of person anymore. I landed in a heap on the flagstones, and for a glorious second I did not care who saw me. My butt had a permanent bruise shaped like a small, judgmental horseshoe and every muscle in my back whined with eloquent complaints.My glorious moment of self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the sight of Sugar, who, having successfully transformed into a boneless, grumbling blob, was now using Prince Leon's expensive coat as a pillow.

One second, I had Leon, Sugar, and Xander. The next? They were gone. Taken. I didn’t even know if they were alive.And me? Naked, bruised, smelling like death and river water.My wolf growled inside me, restless, angry, desperate. She wanted to turn back. She wanted to hunt down the Black Fang and rip every single one of them to pieces. But I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and forced myself to breathe.Not yet. Not like this.I had to be smart. I had to get to Gregor.But first—I had to survive this forest without looking like a walking horror show.I looked down at my makeshift hat-skirt and groaned.“Moon Goddess help me. Because clearly, fashion won’t.”*****The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Like the creepy kind of quiet where every twig crack made you wonder if a serial killer wolf was about to pop out and chew your leg.I trudged barefoot through mud and leaves, still dripping river water, my scratchy hat-skirt digging into my thighs. I swear, I looked like the tragic third