Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Mistake: I Married the Wrong Twin: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 12: The New LunaThe engine of the sports car roared like a dying beast as we tore down the highway.Rain lashed against the windshield blurring the world outside into streaks of gray and black. I sat in the passenger seat shivering despite the heater blasting hot air. My skin still felt the phantom crawl of the gas. My lungs still burned with the memory of wolfsbane.But it was the man beside me who terrified me the most.Kaelen drove with one hand on the wheel. His knuckles were white. His jaw was set in a line of granite. He had not spoken a word since we left the penthouse. He didn't need to speak. The air in the small cabin was thick with his rage. It was a suffocating heavy pressure that tasted of ozone and bloodlust.He reached out with his free hand.He didn't look at me. He just grabbed my thigh. His fingers dug into my flesh through the fabric of the sweatpants he had dressed me in. It wasn't a gentle touch. It was a check. He was making sure I was still there. Still

Chapter 14: The Motel at the End of the WorldThe rain had not stopped. It pounded against the roof of the stolen sports car like a thousand tiny hammers trying to break in.I had been driving for four hours. My hands were cramping on the leather steering wheel. My eyes burned from staring into the darkness of the highway. Every pair of headlights in the rearview mirror made my heart stop. I expected to see Kaelen’s black SUV bearing down on me. I expected to see the golden glow of his eyes hunting me through the storm.But the road behind me was empty.I pulled into the parking lot of a roadside motel. The neon sign buzzed and flickered. The Sleepy Wolf Inn. It was a cruel joke. There would be no sleep for me tonight.I grabbed Kaelen’s wallet from the passenger seat. I pulled the hood of his black sweatshirt up to cover my face. It smelled like him. It smelled like sandalwood and the musk of the man who had claimed my body and then imprisoned it. The scent made my knees weak. It mad

Chapter 16: The Blood CureThe world was a kaleidoscope of agony.I was floating in a sea of fire. My stomach cramped violently. It felt as if a clawed hand were inside me trying to rip my womb apart. I could not breathe. I could only scream silently as the darkness tried to swallow me whole.I felt arms around me. Strong arms. Arms that felt like iron bands."Stay with me!" Kaelen roared. His voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. "Do not close your eyes Elara! You do not get to leave me!"He was running. I could feel the thud of his heavy boots against the floorboards. He was carrying me up the stairs. He wasn't taking me to the infirmary. He wasn't taking me to the car. He was taking me to the bedroom.He kicked the door open. The sound of wood splintering echoed in my ears.He threw me onto the bed. The mattress absorbed my weight but the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my abdomen. I curled into a fetal position clutching my stomach."It burns," I whimpered.

Chapter 18: The Breeding BoxThe silence was a physical weight.It pressed against my eardrums and filled my throat with cotton. I sat on the floor by the handleless steel door for hours. I waited for a sound. I waited for a car engine or a bird or the wind. I waited for anything that would prove the world still existed outside these log walls.But there was nothing.I was buried alive.I eventually stood up. My legs were numb. I walked the perimeter of the main room like a tiger in a zoo cage. I touched every inch of the walls. Solid pine. Cold and unyielding. I searched the kitchen drawers. They were locked. I pulled on the handles until my fingers ached but Kaelen had thought of everything. There were no knives. There were no forks. There was nothing sharp enough to dig through wood or skin.He had childproofed the entire cabin. But I was the child.I went to the thermostat. It was encased in a clear plastic box with a lock on it. The temperature was set to seventy degrees. A perfe

Chapter 20: The Fire and the BirthThe heat was instantaneous.It wasn't the slow creeping warmth of a summer day. It was a physical blow. The flames that erupted at the base of the steel door climbed the treated logs like a living creature. Black smoke, thick and oily, rolled across the ceiling, choking the little air left in the sealed cabin.I coughed, dropping to my knees. The smoke burned my eyes, turning the world into a blur of orange and gray."Kaelen!" I screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the roar of the fire.I crawled backward toward the bed. The heat was blistering. I could feel the hair on my arms singeing. The golden collar around my neck began to heat up. It was no longer a symbol of possession; it was a branding iron.Sizzle.I gasped as the metal seared my skin. I clawed at the lock, but without the key, it was useless. I was going to die here. I was going to burn to death in the box he built to keep me safe.And the baby.A violent contraction ripped through my