Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha, My Husband : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

My eyes popped out weakly immediately when I heard what Elana said. For a split second, a cold shiver ran down my spine, but I quickly pulled myself back together. I acted like I cared for a moment, but deep down, I never truly did. My mother was like a cat that always landed on its feet, no matter how high the fall. I scoffed while I sat up immediately, the leather of the Ferrari seat creaking under my movement.It seems Elana never knew my mother so well. She saw a woman being picked up by a stranger and thought of danger. I saw a woman being picked up by a stranger and thought of a conspiracy.“Elana, it doesn’t matter who took mother,” I said, my voice flat and drained of emotion. “Whether it’s an alpha of a different pack or someone from my own pack, it doesn’t change anything. Just know that she is a terror on her own. She doesn't get kidnapped, Elana. She negotiates.”I swung my hand through the air like a finality when it comes to mother. I wanted to wave away the very thought

Elana laughed as she said that, her voice ringing out through the high ceilings of the L’Etoile Couture like a silver bell. But I didn't join her. I looked at her in confusion while staring at the dress like it had turned into my enemy already. The midnight blue silk, which had looked so beautiful a moment ago, now felt like a taunt. It was a costume for a woman who was looking for a replacement, and the very thought made my skin crawl.“You don’t get it, Elana,” I said, my voice barely a whisper as I stepped back from the glass display. “Why should I put on something that will make other men admire me instead of my mate? I don’t want the gaze of strangers. I don’t want the desire of ‘good men.’ I want him.”Elana stopped laughing and looked at me in total confusion, her brow furrowing. “Huh? Sophia, what are you even saying? Since when did you become so traditional? Come on, it’s still the same thing. Making other men look at you is the oldest trick in the book. It will make Lucian w

He left!My mind retraces when Lucian's father was killed. It was a day that smelled like wet earth and cold blood. I could still see Lucian's eyes burning red, a terrifying shade of crimson that seemed to swallow his humanity whole, when he left with those men in the black car. I remember screaming his name until my throat was raw, but Lucian never looked my way when I called him. He looked straight ahead, his heart already turning to stone.And Raphael. I remember running to his home, my lungs burning and my legs shaking, thinking that at least one person would hold me. But when I reached that door, all Raphael could do was shut it in my face. The sound of that lock clicking was the loudest sound in the world. The next time I heard anything about him, he was gone. Everyone of them left, so I could wander alone with the blame. I was a child left to carry the sins of my father while they escaped to better lives.And here is Raphael, standing in this temple of luxury, saying he would e

Something doesn't feel right. It seems something shifted in the air, a sudden change in the atmosphere that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The luxury boutique, with its gold trimmings and soft carpets, suddenly felt like a cage. Something within me felt awoken, a primal instinct that didn’t belong in a world of silk and perfume. My wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, her ears pinned back, growling at a threat I couldn't see yet.I pulled my phone out of my purse for the tenth time in three minutes, my fingers trembling as I tapped the screen. I dialed Elana’s number again. I needed to hear her voice. I needed her to tell me she was just complaining to a manager about a late shipment.The number you are calling is currently busy. Please try again later.The mechanical voice of the operator sounded like a death knell. Busy? Elana never kept her phone busy when she knew I was spiraling. She was the type of friend who would hang up on a millionaire just to answe

Lucian’s POVWhat just happened?I stood in the center of the hall, the air still vibrating from the way Sophia had just walked out on me. I scoffed while rubbing my chin, my fingers grazing the stubble on my jaw. My skin felt hot, electrified by a mix of adrenaline and a strange, biting jealousy I didn't want to admit to. I looked around the room, giving the others who were still watching us a cold, predatory stare. It was the kind of look that promised a slow death to anyone brave enough to keep their phone cameras pointed my way. One by one, they scurried away, heads down, terrified. I hate being watched. I hate being a spectacle.Raphael sat on the plush velvet chair, looking completely unbothered. He leaned back as if we were having a casual drink at a lounge instead of a standoff in a public hall. I stared at him, my mind racing. I couldn't even pinpoint what just happened between Raphael and Sophia.Raphael was my right hand. He was the one who had sat in my office just hours