All Chapters of Betrayed By The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra’s POV“Ugh. I'm so tired. I wish we could have more time to sleep.”“Shh. Keep your voice down. You don't want Mrs Hatcher hearing a word of that or we won't be sleeping at all.”Faint voices sounded in my ears as my eyes slowly opened. A large wooden cupboard. A long mop at my feet with a blue bucket beside it. I was in the kitchen. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath as my vision cleared up further, small rays of sunlight filtering through the windows into the kitchen. “I can't let Mrs Hatcher find me here like this.”A very familiar scent suddenly whiffed past my nose. No, it stayed. As if it was coming from me. Like it was a part of me. But it wasn't. It belonged to someone else. Staring down at my body, my eyes caught sight of Randall's blue jacket draped over me. A gasp escaped from my lips, my eyes slightly widening as I stared at the jacket. He was there in the kitchen last night whilst I was fast asleep but to what end?‘And why did he cover me with his jacket?’ I t

Lyra’s POVFor nearly a week, I forgot what it meant to be bullied. I was still given my usual tasks and made to work more than the others but no one dared lay a finger on me. Not even Mrs Hatcher herself. They'd still whisper about me each time I passed, saying horrible things that caused my blood to coil in anger, but mostly behind my back, even though they made sure that I heard every bit of it. But for fear of Randall, they all stayed away from me, minding their business as I did my job in silence. “I don't understand why our Alpha would choose to protect the enemy. What has gotten over him?” One of the maids said, leaning on the large cupboard in the kitchen as I swept the place. “Perhaps, he has been bewitched…”“Yes,” another cut in. “Why else would he do all of that for this…”The maid paused, rolling her eyes at me, her lips twisted in disgust. “This tramp!”With a chuckle, I ignored her words and continued to sweep, paying no attention to the rest of the things that they

Randall’s POVThrusting my cock deeply into her, I shut my eyes, drowned in an overload of pleasure that I certainly didn't want. I told myself that I was using her, that this feeling I felt – the best feeling I’d ever had– was being endured and not enjoyed but my heart said otherwise. ‘You’re not enjoying this. You're doing this to punish her, to degrade her for disobeying you and for tempting you,’ I said to myself, thrusting even harder as her moans became louder. “This is exactly what you wanted, huh?” I mocked, grabbing her throat with my right hand, squeezing a little as a cruel smile spread on my face. “Yes! Take it like the little slut that you are,” I continued, slowing my thrusts a little to make her want it more. “Hey. What is that? Are you thrusting your hips towards me?” I laughed. “So you're really that needy. Is that how badly you need my cock inside you, bitch?”I drove into her even harder and she screamed. My words, which were intended to make her feel bad, were

Randall’s POVI was quickly fixing my clothes, my mind still racing from the slap that Lyra had greeted my cheek with when Susan showed up at my door. I buttoned my shirt quickly as she walked in, her eyes narrowed at me, as if she was about to bring hell down in my room.It wasn't unlike her to be dramatic. Indeed, drama was her name and if she had the slightest clue that Lyra was here, she was surely going to rage. “Susan…”From the look on her face, I could tell she knew what had happened. Lyra’s scent, which floated around the room, didn't make things any better so I sighed, bracing myself for the inevitable. “Randall… I knew I'd find you here,” she said, her lips spreading in a warm smile. “I went to your study earlier. You seem to spend more time there these days. But it turns out you decided to come here for a change. I like that.”My brows furrowed as she stepped closer, surprise etched in my mind as I wondered how she could be so calm despite what had just happened. “I s

Lyra’s POVWhen I jerked my head up, I expected Fiona to be like the rest of the people and try to pick on me. After all, she had taken her child from me each time she caught me with her so I didn't expect anything else. But to my surprise, she bent low and helped me pick the clothes from the ground, slowly tossing them back into the foamy water so that I could rewash them. My eyes widened a little as joy floated in my heart. Who knew Fiona could be such a sweetheart?“T–thank you,” I stuttered, struggling to process what had just happened. After she dropped the last cloth, she drew closer to me as I slowly rose to my feet. “My daughter was right. You really do have kind eyes,” she smiled. “I wondered how someone so soft and humble like you would have such a cruel father.”My brows twisted a little, the zeal to defend my father quickly sprouting inside me. But I held still. This was not the time. I couldn't afford to have one more person against me. Besides, whilst I wanted so ba