Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By Deception:The Alpha’s Betrayal : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Jenn’s POV I took a step back, my pulse quickening. “I’m mated. Marked.” I said. “By the Alpha King, no less.” I felt the need to add. “I know.” His smile didn’t waver. “I’m not asking for anything, Alpha Vale. I’m simply telling you the truth.” He moved closer, and I felt the air shift between us. “Your mate is a fortunate man. He has something most of us can only envy and admire.” His eyes held mine. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate what he has.” I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Because through the bond, I felt a spike of something hot and sharp and unmistakable. Liam. He was livid. He was feeling what I was feeling. Not my thoughts, not my words, but the flush of heat, the quickening of my pulse, the way the Northern King’s gaze made fear, and something else fluttered in my chest. And Liam felt it. “I should get back,” I said, my voice tighter than I intended. The Northern King inclined his head, his eyes knowing. “Of course. I’ll wa

Jenn’s POV The Northern King studied me for a moment longer, and I saw something shift in his eyes. Respect, perhaps. Or recognition. “Fine. I’ll give up trying to take control of what is yours, Alpha Vale,” he said finally. “But I want your word – your mate’s word– that my people will be treated equally. That when this war is over, I will have a voice equal to any southern Alpha.” Liam jumped forward. “You have my word. On my honor as Alpha King.” The Northern King held his gaze for a long moment. Then he extended his hand. “Then we have an alliance.” Both men gripped their hands firmly. There was a challenge in their eyes that felt like a storm and if my feet went planted firmly on the ground, I was sure it would have uprooted me. By the time the northern King’s gaze returned to me again, there was a look in his eyes that had me rethinking everything. Why did I feel as though I just played right into his hands? That I gave him something he wanted? I made a deal with that devil

Jenn’s POV “What do you want?” I gritted out. It was a stupid question. Of course I knew what he wanted. He’d even gone as far as using a truth serum just to get that information out of me once. A serum that almost cost the life of my baby. Still, I needed to buy myself time. Now, I was simply grasping at straws. I knew the mad Alpha had no use for Tristan anymore especially if he’d found out the man was no longer on his team. He could simply kill Tristan, but before then, he needed the information I knew. I needed to think of a way to get Tristan out of harm's way before I – “Quit playing games, Jenn Vale.” The mad Alpha chuckled. “I’m sure you know very well what I want. The last time we met, we had a full conversation about it, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon?” I forced myself to stay calm and allowed the corners of my lips to curl into a smile. “Don’t blame me if my memory is hazy,” I said. “I have a lot of important things to keep my mind busy.Maybe the conversation

Morgan’s POV The letter crumpled in my fist, Tristan’s words burned into my chest. Even if it costs my life. He was walking into my father’s trap. Walking to his death. And I was the only one who knew where – and when – my father would strike. The garage was empty when I reached it. Most of the vehicles were gone—taken by the Alpha King, probably, when he’d rushed after Jenn. But there was one left. An old pickup, keys dangling from the ignition. I didn’t wait to think about who it belonged to. The engine roared to life. I slammed it into gear and barreled through the gate, ignoring the shouts of the guards behind me. Five hours. That was how long it would take to reach the cemetery from here. Five hours of roads I knew by heart, roads I’d memorized when I was seventeen and planning an escape I’d never been brave enough to make. I drove faster than I should have. Faster than was safe. The needle climbed past eighty, ninety, a hundred. The trees blurred past. The baby kicked hard,

Jenn’s POV I still couldn’t understand it. Morgan’s blood was dried under my fingernails. My own sweat had dried it off. The door to Liam’s room clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, letting my eyes close for just a moment. My hands were still shaking. I looked down at them pale, trembling, the skin cracked and raw from channeling power. I still haven't fully soaked through my clothes. Every muscle in my body screamed for rest. But I couldn’t rest yet, could I?. Not when the one person who had ever made me feel alive instead of just surviving might not live long enough to remind me what that felt like. But Liam was in that bed. And he wasn’t breathing on his own. I pushed off the door and walked to his side. He looked smaller than I’d ever seen him. The Alpha King, the man who commanded armies, who made Alphas bow, who had looked at me across a crowded ballroom and seen his fated mate lay motionless beneath white sheets. His face was grey. His lips were tinged with blu