Semua Bab Betrayed By My Alpha; Claimed By His Uncle: Bab 41 - Bab 50

IVYI stare at Liam, my fork frozen halfway to my mouth."A weekend getaway?" I repeat slowly, trying to process his words."Starting tomorrow." He's watching me with that warm smile that usually makes my knees weak, but right now all I can think about is the mountain of work waiting on my desk.And Evelyn.And that other woman, who's been leaving passive-aggressive notes on my workspace.Both of them are probably working together to make me miserable and when I haven't even gotten anything under control, Liam is bringing this weekend getaway.I've only been at Kingsley Corporation for three weeks and taking time off will only worsen things.I already have plans to bring all my unfinished work home so I can be done before Monday and prove myself.A weekend getaway will ruin that.After a long beat of silence, I sigh."I... I don't think I can," I say carefully.Liam's fork pauses on his dessert plate and he lifts his head, those blue eyes finding mine. "Why not?"He's not frowning or

Third POV Amy is sitting on her couch and scrolling through social media with a scowl that could curdle milk. Her timeline is filled with a variety of happy couples, engagement announcements, wedding photos and baby showers. All the things she was supposed to have by now. She keeps scrolling until she lands on an old photo that makes her blood boil. Noah and Ivy at some pack event three years ago. His arm is around her waist and there's a soft radiant smile directed at the camera from Ivy. It's sickening. Why is the post still up even though they're divorced now? The divorce that made Ivy walk away with everything while Amy ended up with nothing. "Fucking bitch," Amy mutters, zooming in on Ivy's face. She looks so happy in the photo. So confident as though she had no idea know her perfect little life was about to crumble. Except it didn't crumble, did it? Even before Noah finally agreed to sign the papers, Ivy had landed on her feet. She hooked herself onto a bi

Third POV The flight to Isla del Sol leaves early the next morning and Amy barely makes it to the airport in time after spending the previous night carefully planning out her next moves. By the time the plane touches down on the small island airstrip, she's managed to push away all thoughts of Noah and focus on what really matters. Revenge. Melissa is waiting for her at the airport, leaning against a beat-up Jeep with her arms crossed and a disapproving expression on her face. Sunglasses shield Amy from the anger in her brown eyes. "I still think this is a terrible idea," Melissa says by way of greeting, the sun highlighting her natural blonde curls. "And that hair is atrocious on you." Amy ignores her and throws her bag in the back seat. "You promised accommodation." "Yeah, and that's all I'm promising." Her friend takes off her sunglasses, holding it up by her tanktop. "I'm not getting involved in whatever you're planning, Amy. I don't want to be an accomplice to any

Third POVThe evening air is warm and fragrant with salt and tropical flowers as Liam and I walk into the hotel’s open-air restaurant. String lights twinkle overhead, and soft music drifts from somewhere near the beach. For the first time since the lobby incident, I feel myself starting to relax. Liam’s hand rests on my lower back, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my dress.We’re halfway through appetizers when my gaze drifts across the room and lands on the familiar figure sitting by a small table near the window.Kylie Landon.She's staring down at her plate with such quiet sadness that my chest tightens. She looks… small and defeated despite her gorgeous red slip dress.Pity stirs in my heart as I stare at her. Earlier this afternoon, after that unsettling text, we’d spoken on the phone and honestly it had been a shockingly beautiful conversation.She’d been surprisingly warm, almost shy as she apologized for the lobby mix-up.When I admitted I thought she was someone e

Author's POVThe hot oil burns instantly, turning her skin an angry, blistering red.Chaos erupts across the entire pavilion as everyone stares at Ivy.Liam drops everything and rushes to his mate, pulling her toward the emergency sink with cold running water. “Fuck, I shouldn't have poured the hot chili oil into the jar until it cooled. I thought you knew I had."Ivy doesn't say a word as the pain causes tears to burn behind her lids. The wound is already healing, but because of how weak her wolf is, it's taking longer and she can feel every process.Meanwhile Amy limps after them, her eyes wide with manufactured horror, as tears already gathers in their depths. “Oh goddess, Ivy, I’m so sorry! My ankle gave out — I was only trying to help!” She grabs clean cloths and ice packs from a nearby station, fussing over Ivy with trembling hands while the judges and other couples crowd around in concern.While Liam is distracted, carefully cooling Ivy’s burns, Amy’s eyes flick to the abandon