All Chapters of Betrayed By The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lyra’s POV“It was a very big mistake to have ever let you head over to the Greystone pack on your own,” Elayne said, her voice dripping with guilt. “I should have insisted on going with you until I was certain you were safe. If I had followed you, those bastards wouldn't have laid their filthy hands on you. I'd have crushed them so badly that they'd regret ever being born.”The rage in her eyes intensified, her hands trembling ever so slightly by her side as tears pooled in her eyes. “I'm sorry, Princess. I'm sorry that I listened to you when you asked me to return to our pack. I failed you.”But I wasn't looking for pity. I wasn't looking to pass blames from one person to another. It was my fault. I chose to go there alone and the consequences were mine. I looked up at her, my expression hollow. “It's not your fault, Elayne. The fault is all mine,” I said, but she knew that already. “I didn't have a choice either. Destiny and duty forced my hand from the very start. I believe the

Lyra’s POVI was unaware of what was going on but I quickly rose to my feet and stepped between my friend and the three sisters who wouldn't stop gazing at her. The other two had slowly approached Elayne, getting ever so close, too close for comfort.“What business do you have with my friend?” I asked, deepening my frown. Donna offered a calm, almost chilling smile. “You have nothing to worry about,” she promised. “We mean her no harm. We just have a few questions that we'd like her to answer, questions that we're certain that she has answers to.”Elayne let out a chuckle but she remained unmoved. She stared at Donna with a matching defiance, her gaze steely as she balled up her fists by her side. Suddenly, as if she could sense the power radiating freely from the women, Elayne placed a steadying hand on my shoulder as I tried to move forward. “I can handle myself,” she assured me. “Leave them to me. What's the worst they can do?”Kill her, maybe if they thought she was a threat.

Randall’s POVStanding in the entrance of the passageway, I watched as the warriors who were just convulsing in agony only hours earlier began to sit up and breathe more properly. “Isn't it dangerous having them here?” Juan asked, standing right beside me. Susan shook her head. “They ceased to be contagious the moment I gave them the medicine,” Susan replied, smiling at the warriors. As she approached them, they looked at her with eyes filled with gratitude, tears streaming down their faces as they thanked her profusely. “Her cure… It's working,” Juan muttered, but I didn't need to be told. It was as clear as sky that her plan was perfectly working out just the way she intended. Although I was glad to see my people get better, I hated that it worked so early. A part of me was relieved that the problem was soon to be a thing of the past but I really wanted a reason to doubt her, to prove that she was merely a fraud whom I should never have to listen to. More pack members arrived

Lyra’s POV“Do you see the way he looks at you? Every time you're close to him, it's almost as if he wants to eat you up,” Elayne joked as we walked back to our respective rooms. I cocked my brow and continued to walk ignoring her talk. “He's got that look in his eyes, you know.”“What look?” I asked dryly, rolling my eyes. “Oh, I'll tell you, even though I think you already know,” she replied. “His eyes narrow ever so slightly and turn dreamy each time you're around him,” she began. “His gaze on you often lingers longer than it should and whenever you're not looking, his eyes are mostly on you. Even his meal is certainly jealous of you each time you're in his presence.”Turning to her, I shook my head, gaping at her in shock, wondering how she noticed all of that when it seemed she was focused on her food throughout the meal.“What?”She attempted a ridiculous, exaggerated look, causing me to collapse into laughter. I clutched my stomach, reflex tears now rolling down my face as

Lyra’s POVFor a few days, the feeling of being watched didn't stop. It only got worse. Each time I was away from Elayne and the witches, I always felt like someone was watching me from a place not too far from me. But whenever I turned around to see who it was, the person was gone. Vanished into thin air as if I was seeing things. But I knew what I felt. I could feel it in my bones and it scared me. It sent chills down my spine each time I wondered if someone was after my life. But who could it be?I couldn't help but wonder if Randall had sent someone to finish the deal. Since I had escaped, perhaps, he wanted to finish me off. Maybe it was Susan who didn't want me to return. Unlike Randall, I was so certain she was glad to see my back. But without a face, I didn't know what to do about it. Had I not felt it so strongly, I'd have thought I was beginning to see things that weren't there. I spoke to Winston about it. I told him I was being followed by a strange figure. At first,