All Chapters of Alpha’s Mistake: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alpha Vlad~The wandering eyes of my old rag settle on me as I return to my position. The old rag has forgotten a ceremony is happening. A ceremony of wine and sex, and he is meant to forget about me through this moment.The man should focus on having fun. Or he can’t, because monsters are not destined for fun. Always running away from shadows that are not after them. I wish more shadows would chase him and pull him down to the end of the earth. Milena returns to her seat as well. Her gaze wavers as our eyes meet. She tears it away, sending them to the performers. A lot, I believe, must be going through her mind. There is a strong possibility that this woman hates me more. My action sends the wrong signal to her.But it is for the best. I hate entangling with her the same way she feels, however, the Goddess has proven to be more powerful than an Alpha. Perhaps I signed up for this the night I heard her first cry. The night that child was passed on to Beta Blackwood and he named he

Milena~I always forget the truth; with men, a maiden can never win. Can’t object to their order, and can’t carry out your decision, especially when dealing with a household where madness and cruelty run through the men.If Vladimir orders me to wear a thing — tattered dress, shirt, or a uniform for slaves — I will. No objections to him. None. Because it’s a waste of time.Clutching the shirt to my chest, I slide underneath the duvet, hiding from the predatory eyes of Vladimir that are watching me like I’m a target. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why he looks at me this way. Like I mean something to him, or I’m that next meal he must devour.And honestly, I can’t explain what those eyes do to my skin. The heat they create without his touch. They are… I don’t want to explain further, or try to find out his intentions.If there is an important fact hanging before me. A fact to be concerned about, then it should be: why is the monster doing this to me? Why is Vladimir on my neck after

Milena~The morning light creeps slowly into the room like an intruder who knows it shouldn’t be here. I lie completely still in the large bed, trapped in the cage of Vladimir’s arms. His heavy, muscular arm is draped possessively over my waist, holding me tightly against his broad chest. Every rise and fall of his breathing brushes warm air against the back of my neck, sending unwanted shivers racing down my spine.My body feels foreign. Used. Claimed. The deep ache between my thighs is a constant, throbbing reminder of last night. Of how many times he entered me. Of how I moaned his name like a desperate maiden instead of the woman who swore she would never let any man touch her. I’m disappointed in myself, and the feeling heats through my veins hotter than any fever I have ever known.How could I have let this happen? How could I have spread my legs so willingly for the same monster who sold me like cattle to his brother? The same man whose mark I now wear on my soul while wearing

Milena~I am a fool. A stupid, weak, disgusting fool who deserves everything bad that is coming for me.I sit here in silence, still feeling the ache between my thighs, the soreness on my breasts, the sticky reminder of what I allowed Vladimir to do to me. My body betrays me even now. It still tingles. It still remembers every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I can still taste him on my tongue. I can still hear my own moans echoing in my head like the cries of a desperate whore.How could I have done this? How could I have spread my legs for him? For the same monster who sold me like a piece of meat? For the man who ruined my life and handed me over to his cruel brother? I swore I would never let any man touch me. I swore men were selfish, greedy, destructive beings who only take and destroy. And yet I gave myself to one. Willingly. Eagerly. Like a stupid, weak maiden who learned nothing from watching Mama suffer.Tears burn behind my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I hate myself.

Milena~I don’t know how long I stay in Vera’s arms, shaking like a leaf in a storm. My sobs have quieted into small, broken hiccups, but the tears still fall silently down my cheeks. My body feels empty. Drained. Like everything inside me has been poured out onto the cold floor of this chamber. Yet the shame remains. Heavy. suffocating. It sits on my chest like a stone that refuses to move.Vera strokes my hair gently, rocking me slowly. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t push. She just holds me. And for a moment — a very small, dangerous moment — I feel safe. But safety is an illusion in this world. Especially for someone like me. Especially after what I did with Vladimir.I pull back slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My eyes feel swollen. My throat hurts. I look at Vera through blurry vision. She is watching me with genuine worry in her violet eyes. Part of me wants to tell her everything. The other part — the smarter, more broken part — knows better. I don’t kno