Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Zoriana’s eyes widened as he grabbed her shoulders, staring straight into her gaze. “You are my mate, Zoriana. MINE!” he roared. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bed. Zoriana thrashed against him. “What are you doing?” “Reminding you who you belong to,” Gael spat. He threw her onto the bed and towered over her, his presence suffocating. His mouth crashed onto hers while his hands squeezed her roughly, painfully. He moved fast, mapping every inch of her as if trying to brand her, to declare his total ownership. Zoriana tried to break the kiss and shove him away, but his body was like a granite wall, and his mouth remained locked on hers as if he were trying to suck the very breath from her lungs. She bit his bottom lip hard. Gael hissed, a drop of blood dripping down to stain his white shirt. “Gael, stop,” she pleaded softly, her voice trembling. He narrowed his eyes, his expression twisted. “I’ve waited long enough. You protect yourself like a vi

All night, Zoriana tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Thoughts of what Fairuza had endured at the hands of her fated mate haunted her. The folder, neatly prepared to be taken to the Silver Moonlight pack in the morning, was another source of distress. The moment she had read the full report, her heart felt heavy; her previous marriage had been ruined for nothing. She imagined Ryder’s fury when he finally learned the truth. Zoriana felt no desire to gloat; instead, she felt a profound pity for him. There was no rage or thirst for revenge—just pity that he had blown his stable marriage for the fake ghost of a bond. But more than Ryder’s foolishness or Gael’s cruelty, thoughts of Tristan kept her awake. She felt lonely and cold, aching for him to be beside her, to feel the warmth of his body against hers. She was ready to endure his distant, cold gaze or even his silence, but being away from him was unbearable. Miles away, she wondered what he was doing. Was he missing her, or had he

Before Zoriana could dive back into her thoughts, a mind-link came through from Aella. “Zori, how are you? I heard you and Tristan had a fight and that you left Iron Heart. I’m so sorry. I feel terrible staying here and abandoning you when you’re going through this.” Aella sounded truly devastated. “Sweetie, the last thing I want is for you to be upset about my affairs,” Zoriana replied warmly. “You found your mate, and there is nothing wrong with staying by his side. Roman is a good wolf; I’m certain he’ll treat you right. You and your pup deserve the best.” “But you’re my best friend. I feel guilty enjoying my life when you need support—both emotionally and with your mission. I haven’t contributed much to the investigation, either.” Zoriana smiled. Even when her love life was a disaster, her friends never let her down. She felt blessed to have such amazing people in her circle. “Do not worry at all. Just focus on bonding with your mate and prepare to take your rightful place as

Zoriana’s heart turned over at the thought of Tristan, but now was not the time. She still had tasks to finish before she could finally complete her mission. Leaving her family at the restaurant, she made a brief stop at the rogue camp—an unpleasant but entirely necessary pit stop. “One more unpleasant task,” she muttered, dialling Gael’s number. He picked up on the very first ring. “I knew you’d come to your senses. We are fated mates, after all, and in the end, that’s all that matters.” “Yeah, you’re right,” she replied softly, detesting the bitter taste of the lie in her mouth. “I have good news—I finally got the proof we need to pin Tristan down. We can finally be together openly, just like you promised.” She heard Gael take a sharp, ragged breath over the line. A month ago, his betrayal would have cut her to the bone. Now, after everything she had witnessed, she felt absolutely nothing. Gael had never planned to break his engagement with Princess Flavia; he simply wanted to ke

“And why is this little... who-... she-wolf present at the meeting?” Queen Calista asked, pointing at Fairuza with unmasked disgust. “We are uncovering traitors today, so she is part of the narrative,” Zoriana replied flatly. “Traitors? I thought we only had one,” Gael smirked, casting a dark look toward his brother. “Or is Fairuza his accomplice?” he snorted. “You will know everything in due course, Your Highness,” Zoriana said, taking a sharp breath. “Let the show begin,” Kalina beamed ecstatically in her mind. Zoriana didn’t entirely share her wolf’s joy; she was still anxious that things could go south at any moment. Forcing her chin up, she squared her shoulders. When she spoke, her voice was loud, clear, and commanding total authority. “First, I have a confession to make. A few months ago, Prince Gael appointed me as a Royal Advisor. However, my true mission was not to help prepare for rogue attacks. It was to uncover the traitors within this realm. Today is the day the wol