Semua Bab Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Tristan watched as Zoriana’s car passed through the gates and disappeared. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the window, his heart aching with every inch of distance she put between them.“You idiot! How could you let her go?” Mars roared within him, clawing at the surface of his consciousness. Tristan blocked him out, not ready to listen to his wolf’s nagging.Just as he began to lean into the silence, the door flew open.“What is going on?” Fairuza yelled. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and her eyes were wide with confusion. “One minute you two are mating like crazy bunnies, and the next, she’s leaving the pack? Did you hurt her? How did you manage to upset her this time?”Tristan raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of cold indifference. “What makes you think I am the problem?”Fairuza slammed her hands onto his desk, leaning in. “Because you’re always acting like 'Mr. Cold Heart' who doesn't need an

“Do you two know each other?” Zoriana asked, breaking the heavy silence.“Prince Gael was my mate once,” Fairuza whispered, looking as though she wanted to shrink and disappear completely.The air in the trailer grew suffocating as the pieces of the puzzle finally locked into place. It wasn't just Gael’s deception that cut deep; it was the realization that Tristan—the man she had bared her soul to—had walked past this secret every single day. A cold, hollow ache settled in her chest. She felt like a pawn in a game played by brothers, caught between a man who lied to control her and a man who stayed silent to 'protect' her, leaving her isolated in a sea of half-truths.Zoriana’s lips parted in shock. Gael was Fairuza’s former mate—the one who had abandoned her, the one who had made her run and hide. Now, the resemblance between Luke and Tristan was clear. Tristan was the boy's uncle, and Luke was a carbon copy of Gael.Zoriana’s heart skipped a beat, clenching painfully. Fairuza and Tr

“Ryder, it’s fake! All those photos are fake!” Milana broke into loud, jagged sobs. She spun toward Zoriana, her face twisted in rage. “Did you bring these? You fabricated these photos of me just to try and snatch my mate back. You bitch!”Ryder sat motionless, his face appearing as if it were carved from stone. “Fine. If the photos are fabricated, explain this.”He pressed a button, and a recording of Milana’s voice filled the room: “Oh, daddy, I miss your big fat cock—”“Don’t believe any of it! It’s AI-generated, mimicking my voice!” Milana sobbed louder, her body trembling. “Ryder, you know I love you. I’m carrying your pup. I would never—”Ryder sighed and turned on the projector. The sharp, rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin filled the office. In the recording, Milana was on top of the a man, her back facing his chest, her face on full display. The room was unmistakably the same one seen in every photograph.Her breast bouncing fast as he was thrusting in her relentlessly.“Wh

“Good evening, everyone,” the woman said. “I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner. Alpha Zoriana, could we speak alone?”Zoriana nodded. She knew better than to reject a royal messenger.“So Gael doesn't even have the guts to come himself after what he’s done,” Kalina hissed in her mind.“Looks like it,” Zoriana muttered, leading the woman to a small private room at the back of the restaurant.“Would you like something to eat or drink, Ms...?” Zoriana asked the moment they sat down.The woman was clutching the fabric of her cloak nervously. “Brianna,” she replied softly, her eyes sweeping the room with apprehension. “I am the Royal Beta female. And I don’t want food or drink.”Zoriana raised an eyebrow in surprise. She never knew Karel was mated; now, it seemed he was sending his own mate to run his errands.“Congratulations on your mating, Beta Brianna,” Zoriana replied politely.“Oh, I think condolences would

Zoriana had messaged Tristan. She wanted to pour her heart out, to tell him everything she was feeling, but instead, she kept the text strictly professional—dry facts detailing the evidence so he would know how to play along during the meeting.“Okay.”The reply had come hours later, causing her heart to clench painfully. Deep in her soul, she had expected him to add an “I miss you,” or at least a few words of appreciation that she had finally gotten to the bottom of this farce. But there was nothing. Just a cold, distant, one-word response.Kalina growled angrily in her mind, but it was what it was.Time passed quickly, and Zoriana checked her folder one last time. The evidence was spotless. Smoothly running her hands over the fabric of her charcoal suit, she stepped toward the elevator, her high heels clicking confidently against the floor. Her heart was racing—not out of fear, but from a desperate impatience to finally conclude this chapter of her life. Justice. Closure.A warm han