All Chapters of Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Gael stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the afternoon light, his breath coming in heavy, jagged hitches. His eyes were dark—not the clear blue she liked, but a stormy, predatory obsidian.Zoriana’s face went scarlet. In all her life, she had never felt this exposed, this utterly humiliated.“What are you doing here?” she gasped, her voice cracking. She snapped her thighs shut, scrambling into a sitting position while fumbling to hide the toy behind her back.“My love, you weren't answering. I called, and I messaged... I couldn't stay away,” Gael said, his voice a low, husky rumble as he moved toward the bed.In the dim light, with her head spinning from the wine, his silhouette looked agonizingly like Tristan’s. Gael was a few inches shorter, his shoulders not quite as broad, but the family resemblance was a ghost haunting the room. Zoriana blinked, trying to shake the hallucination, but through her hooded, wine-soaked gaze, the mesm

Tristan sat in his study, his muscles tensed as the gate guards announced a visitor from the Royal Council. His heart skipped a beat. Zoriana. She was back. He had been a second away from shifting and running to the Morning Star pack himself, ready to make amends and finally tell her everything. Butterflies—a sensation he usually despised—stirred in his stomach. He counted the seconds, waiting for the door to fly open, waiting for her slender figure to walk in and make the rest of the world vanish. The door swung open. Tristan’s face fell. Gael strolled in with the effortless, sickening confidence of a man who owned the air he breathed. He wore a smug grin that made Tristan’s wolf, Mars, claw at the surface. Worse than the smile was the scent. Gael smelled of the palace of Flavia, and… her. The faint, unmistakable trace of Zoriana clinging to his brother pushed Tristan to the absolute edge. "Not happy to see me?" Gael asked drama

The sun had only just dipped behind the horizon, but Zoriana felt a bone-deep exhaustion. Too much had happened in a single day; she wanted nothing more than to crawl under her blankets and let the world vanish.Fresh from a warm bath and dressed in her cotton pyjamas, she sat on the edge of the bed, ready to dive into dreamland.“At least dreams are better than my reality,” she sighed.“I’m sure Tristan’s coldness is just a mask,” Kalina said softly in her mind. “He’s emotional, and he’s still shaken by the misunderstanding that you wanted to keep him as a side piece. He’ll cool down. He’ll come around.”A flicker of hope ignited in Zoriana’s chest. Maybe her wolf was right. Maybe they still had a chance.Knock. Knock. Knock.Zoriana knitted her brows. Who would come to her room this late?Suddenly, that hope flared into a roar. It had to be Tristan. He was coming to apologize for his behaviour in the study to make amends. She rushed to the door and pulled it open with a wide smile—b

A loud bang on the door jolted Karel awake. He cursed under his breath, stomping toward the entrance with murderous intent. When he yanked it open, the maid’s eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest. A shadow of crimson crept up her neck as she cast her gaze downward, stuttering, "The... the Queen has summoned you. It is urgent." Karel nodded curtly and shut the door in her face. It had better be a real emergency; he had only returned to the pack an hour ago and was dying for sleep. But he knew Calista. She wasn't generous with her time, and she rarely showed affection outside of their rare, intimate moments. If she was calling him now, it wasn't for fun. Something was wrong... and it was likely related to the mission. There was no time for a shower. He threw on a shirt and jeans, leaving his hair unstyled and messy, and stepped out. The maid was still waiting. "My Lord, I am to escort you to the Que

Tristan turned, glancing at Zoriana’s retreating back.A second ago, he had caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Her lip had been trembling as if she were about to burst into tears. He rolled his eyes. Zoriana loved being in control so much that he assumed simple jealousy was enough to break her. It didn't sit right with him.“Behind the image of the strong Alpha female, there is still a little girl hiding—one who was told what to do all her life, who went above and beyond to impress her father and her former mate. Old habits die hard,” Mars said sadly. “She was truly upset. I can feel it; her feelings for you are genuine.”“Impossible,” Tristan spat back internally. “She’s just looking for attention. She wants my heart for sport because she’s bored. She loves Gael... she mated him.”“You don’t know that. Maybe she was dragged into it, maybe...” Mars tried to brainstorm. “Her scent isn't even mixed with Gael’s. How could they have