Alle Kapitel von Betrayed By The Enemy Alpha : Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

Randall’s POV“The Alpha of the Caelin pack has agreed to have peace talks with the White Moon pack as opposed to fighting them,” I announced to the Elders who sat around my throne room. “We both agreed that it's the best path for both packs, especially now that Max has returned to his pack,” I continued. “We feel like having lost so much and seeing two of the most powerful Alphas at his gates, he will be forced to accept a peace treaty as opposed to yet another war that he's sure to lose.”“We will also be able to reopen our trades with them and with all the packs that had closed their doors to us because of the conflict. This is a very good opportunity for us.”To my surprise, the Elders nodded their heads in unison, consenting to the things I said. I thought they'd object to it and ask for a war instead but none of them suggested that. “We have all grown weary of the constant skirmishes and the drain on the pack's resources since all of these began,” Gregor said. “The prospect

Lyra’s POVChained to the damp wall, my wrists were raw and my body was a map of blooming purple bruises and jagged cuts. The air smelled of iron and mildew, but the most suffocating part was the presence of guards hovering over me like a pack of wolves. I thought I escaped this life as soon as I left the Nightshade pack. I thought I was never going to smell the insides of a dungeon again. But here I was, in a much worse one, having to deal with the lustful eyes of the guards who had no fear that I was to be wed to their alpha. They circled me with hungry eyes, and low, taunting whispers. One of the guards, emboldened by Winston's orders, drew closer to me, his hand reaching out to stroke my matted hair.“You don't have to suffer like this. A beautiful woman like you deserves to be treated with love and care,” he said, with a sick grin on his face. “If you could just listen to us for once and come with us, we could ensure that no one ever hurts you again. We'll treat you like a que

Lyra’s POV“No. Don't say that, Lyra. You shouldn't think like that,” Dina said to me, furrowing her brows a little. Her hands hovered over my bruised wrists and I let out a jagged, self-deprecating breath that rattled in my chest. Echoes of hopelessness rested in my heart as I stared blankly at the wall in front of me. Every ounce of strength I had seemed gone, replaced by an emptiness threatening to ravage my entire being. “I ran from one monster, only to be ensnared by another,” I whispered, my eyes now fixed on the rusted chains lying loosely beside me. “Isn't that foolish?” I scoffed, leaning my head on the wall. “I'm probably the most foolish person you've ever met. I'm sure sometimes, you and your sisters have a good laugh about me.”“You shouldn't think about things like that,” she chided me. “We're here to help you. We're on your side. How can we mock you?”“I don't exactly make it that easy not to, do I?”She shook her head, probably frustrated by my refusal to shop thin

Randall’s POVFollowing the Beta and four guards into the throne room, I was on high alert. Every nerve ending in my body stood, my eyes scanning the entire area for any sign of trouble. My right hand hovered near the hilt of my concealed blade. People who went to uncharted territory without protection often turned out dead, especially when the territory belonged to an enemy. I knew that so well and wasn't about to take any chances with my life. I steadied myself as much as I could but I remained deeply unsettled. My scouts scoured the entire realm trying to find him for months but they couldn't. And now, he suddenly just reappeared at the heart of his pack, one of the first places they looked, as if he never left in the first place. “Long time, no see, Alpha Randall,” Max grinned, calmly sipping his tea as he sat on his throne. Even after all these years, his voice remained the same, crooked and hoarse. I remained a statue as I stood near the sofa at his right-hand side, refusing

Lyra’s POV“What the –”When my eyes fluttered open, my vision was very hazy but one thing was clear. I was no longer in the dungeon. The soft, fluffy feeling behind me was all the proof I needed. As my vision slowly cleared up, it began to dawn on me that I was back in my room. I let out a low grunt and slowly tried to sit up only to feel a warm weight on my hand, preventing me from doing that.When I looked to the side, I found Winston slumped in a chair, fast asleep like a log of wood, his fingers entwined with mine even in his sleep. I scrunched my face and wrenched my hand away from his stupid fingers. His mere presence disgusted me. He had his hands on mine the whole time?Ewww!The sudden movement managed to jerk him awake, his eyes bloodshot and full of guilt as he turned to me. “Lyra…” he drawled. “Thank the Goddess you're awake.”I pulled back, my expression indifferent as he reached out again with his hand. The nerve in him to think I'd let him touch me after everything