All Chapters of The Alpha’s Double Game : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silence in the ballroom did not fade; it deepened, wrapping around me until it felt impossible to breathe. Derek’s hand rested firmly on my waist, his body close enough that I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. It was calm, controlled, and completely at odds with the chaos rising inside me. The bond between us pulsed beneath my skin, sharp and alive, as though something ancient had just awakened and refused to be ignored. It was nothing like what I had felt with Drail. That had been soft, almost comforting. This felt consuming. Drail stared at us as though reality had shifted without his permission. The confidence he carried shattered in plain sight, leaving him pale and unsteady. “That’s impossible,” he said, his voice strained. “Raya is my mate. The bond—” “The bond was never yours to claim,” Derek replied, his voice quiet but absolute. His fingers tightened slightly, pulling me closer in a way that felt deliberate, possessive, and impossible to

The door opened.It didn't really open slowly but it opened carefully.It opened inward like the person didn't have patience for locks, secrets, or manners.Immediately the door opened, cold air entered into the room. Raya turned, her heart beating so fast. She wasn't on footwear, and that made it seem like her feet was frozen to the floor. One moment she wanted to say a word but the next she just kept quiet. Confusion was all over the room for a second.The man who stood by the door wasn’t Drail.It was a guard. One of the men that moved everywhere with Drail.His eyes opened so wide the moment he looked into the room where he had entered.The fire.The half-naked Luna that was standing in between two identical Alphas flanking her like predators.He opened his mouth.Jax moved first and he did it as fast as he could.It happened so fast that Raya couldn't even scream. Within a couple of seconds, the guard was standing. The next, he was on the floor, his body hitting the carpet with

The moon answered her.Not me.The light shifted, sharp and silver, pouring down like it had been waiting for her all along. The ritual circle hummed under my bare feet, the stones warming, then burning.My knees almost buckled.She stood across from me, calm, untouched, glowing like she belonged there. Like the moon had chosen her without question.My face stared back at me.Same eyes. Same mouth. Same scar near the brow from when we were seven, we fell climbing the old fence.But her eyes were colder.And when she smiled, I felt it in my bones.“Well,” she said softly. “This is awkward.”The pack murmured. Loud now. Confused. Shocked.“Impossible,” someone whispered.“A twin?” another voice said.I couldn’t breathe.“You’re dead,” I whispered. “They said you died.”She tilted her head. “Did they?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I turned, desperate, searching the crowd.Drail stood frozen, his face white, his mouth slightly open. Not shocked.Guilty.Something broke inside me.“Yo

I woke up slowly.Not the kind of waking where you sit up fast and panic. This was worse. This is the kind where your body wakes first, and your mind follows behind, dragging pains with it.The bed was too soft.The air smelled wrong.I opened my eyes.Same dark wood ceilings. Heavy curtains. Tall windows letting in the pale morning light. Everything was polished and perfect, like it had never known fear.The Montenegro estate.My chest tightened at the thought of what the day would bring.For a moment, I lay still, listening. No chains. No guards shouting. Just silence. Thick and watching.I pushed myself up. My head throbbed, but I stayed upright. The sheets slid down, white and untouched.Like I hadn’t fought for my life less than a day ago.A knock came at the door.Not asking.Telling.A maid entered, head bowed, eyes careful. “Good morning, my Queen.”The word hit wrong.I nodded once. “Good morning.”She placed a tray beside the bed, food I didn’t want, tea I wouldn’t drink. H

I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Elder’s face. Calm. Certain. Like my fate was already written and they were only waiting for the right moment to read it aloud.A Luna Trial.They said it like it was tradition.Like it wasn’t a sentence.When dawn came, I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, my hands cold and stiff in my lap. I had not cried. Not yet. Crying felt like giving something away.A knock came at the door.Not a guard.Derek.He didn’t wait for permission. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His face looked harder than usual, carved tight with control.“They announced it,” he said. “The pack knows.”I nodded. “Of course they did.” I let out a chuckle.“They will watch,” he continued. “Every step. Every breath.”“They already do,” I said.He studied me for a moment. “Are you afraid?”I thought about lying.“I don’t know what the trial is going be,” I said instead. “That scares me more.”Derek exhaled slowly. “