All Chapters of Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Welcome back, Luna,” Fabian’s Beta said, his voice a low gravel that sent a violent chill down Aella’s spine.“How dare you?” Fabian roared, his voice thick with a drug-induced fury. “How dare you look at her after what you’ve done? You assaulted her!”Fabian released a crushing wave of his Alpha aura. His officials immediately dropped to their knees, their bodies trembling under the weight of his power.“Alpha, we only acted as you ordered! We didn't want to hurt the Luna!” the Beta pleaded, his voice shaking.Fabian moved toward them, his frame vibrating with rage. “You used my weakness! I was blinded by fury when I gave that order,” he yelled, his face turning a deep crimson as the veins in his neck bulged. “But you all wanted her. You dreamed about tasting what is mine, about disgracing, my dear Luna. You used my anger as an excuse to rape her!”The officials trembled, lowering their heads in terror. Aella watched, utterly sickened. He had ordered the assault to humiliate her, to

Zoriana drove at full speed, racing to reach the palace before the sun fully claimed the sky.Outside, the horizon was painted in molten gold and soft pinks. The view was breathtaking, but she saw none of it. Burned into her mind was the image of Tristan, standing tall and silent as he allowed the Royal Guards to arrest him without a fight.She had cried and pleaded, but they had taken him anyway, dragging him to the dungeons of the Royal Palace—the final stop before a show trial and an inevitable execution. She had tried to call Gael a thousand times, but he never picked up. He hadn't answered a single one of her desperate messages.Mounia and Clayton had already transferred Aella to the Black Rose clinic; Morning Star was currently little more than a medical tent without proper equipment. Mounia remained at Aella’s bedside, waiting for her to wake from her trauma-induced sleep. Meanwhile, Igor, Katie, Braydon, and Scott were busy clearing ashes and arran

“She still hasn’t woken up,” Mounia mind-linked Zoriana, her voice heavy with worry.Zoriana sighed, her eyes never leaving the screen as she continued to scour the digital library. Again and again, she pored over the ancient law books, searching for any loophole that might save Tristan. She had refused to eat; her eyes were red and itching from strain, but hope still flickered stubbornly in her chest.She had read the same passage hundreds of times: The killing of an Alpha without issuing a formal Alpha Challenge carries the death penalty.“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” Zoriana roared, slamming her hand against the desk, frustrated by her own helplessness.Her fingers slipped against the trackpad, and the screen scrolled down to a section regarding the sanctity of the Mate Bond. She froze, reading a clause related to the protection of one’s mate.Naturally, when a wolf perceives their mate is in mortal danger, they lose all rational contro

From the moment Zoriana stormed out of his room, Gael had been unsettled.Vulcan, his wolf, howled angrily, pacing within him and demanding they follow their mate. “Do not let her leave like this”, his wolf snarled. But Gael ignored the instinct. Eventually, he would coax her back, but right now, far more serious business was at stake.Tristan’s foolish decision to kill Alpha Fabian had provided Gael with an opportunity better than anything he could have engineered. With Tristan gone, Gael’s claim to the throne would be undisputed, his woman would remain by his side, and he would seize control of both the Iron Heart and Night Shadow territories.However, he knew Zoriana was determined. She was likely searching for the king or a legal loophole to free Tristan. He couldn't allow anything to dismantle his plan. To ensure victory, he moved the trial—originally scheduled for the following morning—to this afternoon.Gael an

While Zoriana and Tristan were burning with heat, the temperature in the pack house lounge was much colder. Aella sat on the sofa, her hands modestly folded in her lap. She kept praising the pastries and tea Fairuza was serving, completely and intentionally ignoring Roman. For his part, Roman was practically throwing signals at Fairuza to leave them alone, but she either didn't get the hint or—more likely—preferred to ignore it. “Fairuza, don’t you need to check on Luke?” Roman hissed, raising an eyebrow and cutting his eyes toward the door. “He’s with his nanny. I have time,” Fairuza replied casually, devouring an éclair. “I want to speak privately with my mate!” Roman practically screamed through the mind-link. The force of it nearly made Fairuza toss her saucer into the air, though she caught it just in time. “Hmm... I completely forgot that Luke’s nanny asked to leave early today,” she said, her eyes wide