Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

“Alpha Zoriana, it is Crown Prince Gael,” said a low, magnificent voice. It was a voice that somehow spread a primal warmth through Zoriana’s body, yet she refused to lower her guard. “Good afternoon, Your Highness,” she answered, her voice polite and professional. “Please, call me Gael,” he said softly. Across the line, she could almost hear the smirk in his tone. “Beta Karel told me about your conversation. I am calling to clarify the situation regarding your petition.” Zoriana’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Well...Gael… I assume you are aware of the reality Lunas and other she-wolves are facing. In my case, I worked relentlessly for five years for the pack, only to be forced out empty-handed because you personally rejected my petition for asset division.” “My apologies; I was not fully briefed on the specifics of your circumstances,” Gael replied. His voice was smooth, like velvet over steel. “You could have appealed to the Council to give me more clarity. You must understand

The red Ducati roared to a halt in front of the grand hotel, its engine ticking as it cooled. Zoriana didn't rush. She took a moment to pull off her helmet, her heart drumming a steady, rhythmic beat of war. A few weeks ago, she would have arrived in the passenger seat of Ryder’s SUV, wearing a dress he chose, playing the part of the silent, supportive Luna. Today, she was the driver. Today, she was the storm.She dismounted with a lethal grace. Security guards at the entrance froze, their eyes tracking her. They looked at her with undisguised admiration, but beneath that, there was confusion—they could smell the raw, Alpha power rolling off her, but they couldn't reconcile it with the beautiful woman standing before them. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the lobby like a countdown.Inside the elevator, Zoriana stared at her reflection. The ivory suit's structured blazer framed her neckline with daring precision, and the high-waisted trouse

The run didn't help, nor did the cold shower. The image of his sky-blue eyes and that breathtaking smile refused to leave her mind. Zoriana hated how desperately she wanted her mate, even when it seemed he hadn't chosen her. She threw a silk robe over her lace camisole and poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling.“Pathetic”, she thought. “My husband chose his fated mate over me, and now my fated mate has chosen his fiancée over me. What the hell is wrong with me?”“Nothing. They are fools who cannot see your worth,” Kalina replied proudly. However, Zoriana could feel her wolf’s facade cracking; Kalina was trying to act strong to cover the agonising sting of a fated mate’s rejection.Zoriana opened the balcony door, ready to lose herself in the night air and the stars, but a soft knock stopped her mid-step. Thinking it was room service, she set her wine down and tightened the belt of her robe.She swung the door open, but the words died

Gael and Flavia stepped down from the stage, stopping exactly at the table where Zoriana and Tristan sat. Both rose to greet them. Standing side-by-side, the contrast between the two men was striking. Gael was royal and massive, but Tristan was somehow taller, his shoulders broader. Zoriana wondered how any wolf could look more imposing than the Crown Prince himself.“Alpha Tristan, Alpha Zoriana,” Gael greeted them with practised politeness.“Your Highness,” Zoriana replied with equal formality, fighting to keep her wolf from growling at the woman on his arm.Flavia pressed herself closer to Gael, a faint, sharp smile on her lips that didn't reach her emerald eyes. “Oh, Alpha Zoriana, a pleasure. You are quite the rising star. The first female Alpha—of a tiny pack, of course—but an Alpha nonetheless.”The words were poisoned with condescension. Zoriana glanced at Gael, but his face remained a mask of diplomatic neutrality. Either he didn't sense

Zoriana stirred in her sleep, her instincts screaming intruder. Her body tensed to attack, but she calmed instantly as the familiar scent of fresh mountain air and rich chocolate enveloped her.“You look like an angel when you’re asleep. So gorgeous, so innocent,” Gael said softly. He was watching her from the armchair across the room.Zoriana rolled her eyes, pulling the covers up. “How did you get in?”“I climbed the balcony. Luckily, the door wasn't locked,” he replied with a sweet, sheepish smile. “I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression yesterday.”“The wrong impression? You literally stood there and let guards drag me toward a dungeon for a crime I didn't commit!” Zoriana fumed.“My love, I would never have let them take you. I was waiting for the right moment to intervene, but Tristan jumped in first...”“Oh, yes. The Underworld Boss protected me when my fated mate wouldn't.”“Please... believe me.” Gael rus