All Chapters of Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zoriana’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she drew closer to the Iron-Heart Pack. The name itself was unsettling, but the scenery was breathtaking. However, nothing compared to the sight that greeted her at the gates. Behind a towering fence and an iron gate intricately forged with patterns of wolves and roses lay a territory that looked more like a fairy tale than a devil’s den. A magnificent garden stretched toward the largest mansion she had ever seen—a structure so grand it eclipsed most royal palaces. The pack grounds were massive and on full display, almost like an open dare for rogues to attack. The guards approached her SUV, and after a swift identity check, they signalled for the gate to groan open. As she drove toward the luxurious manor, Zoriana’s gaze flickered around, her mind working to analyse and memorise every detail. The area was stunning. She saw pups running around playing tug-of-war and warriors who looked impressively strong—yet they weren’t gloomy

Alpha Clayton looked at the engagement ring one more time before snapping the box shut and slipping it into his pocket. He paced the dining room, his footsteps echoing his nerves. “Are you certain you want to do this? Your first marriage was far from happy,” his wolf, Shadow, questioned. “It was a mistake,” Clayton replied. “Calista chose the King, and I married Joana just to spite her. I didn’t love Joana. I tried to learn... but I couldn’t.” Memories of Zoriana’s mother flooded his mind. He had treated the marriage like a prison, whoring and drinking to escape the misery of a loveless union. Joana had been good—loving and caring—and he had hated her for it. The more she tried to win him, the further he drifted, his heart still anchored to Calista. Now, years later, the love for Calista was gone, but the damage to his family was permanent. Zoriana had never forgiven him for how he treated her mother. He was certain her stubbornness and her refusal to come home were simply ways to p

Zoriana listened to the conversation, offering remarks only when prompted. She wasn’t focused; the outcome of these negotiations didn’t truly matter to her. In fact, she was surprised they were happening at all. Alpha Tristan didn’t need this alliance, and for Ryder, joining forces with Tristan would look like an act of rebellion against the Crown. Suddenly, Tristan’s eyes clouded over—a sign he was communicating via the mind-link. “An urgent matter in my pack,” he announced, standing abruptly. “I need to take a call with my Beta. We can resume the meeting in an hour.” “Let’s meet in an hour for a tour of the grounds followed by dinner,” Ryder replied, rising as well. “We can return to business tomorrow.” Tristan gave a curt nod and swiftly left the lounge. Zoriana rose to follow, but Ryder moved with the speed of the wind, blocking the exit. “Zoriana, I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered, stepping into her personal space. “When I close my eyes, you’re all I see. I still w

“Go to her!” Mars, Tristan’s wolf, urged with a primal growl. Tristan paced his room restlessly. Zoriana wasn’t his mate, but he felt an undeniable pull toward her—an instinctive need to protect her. She was likely sleeping peacefully just a wall away, but he couldn’t shake the chilling sensation that something was deeply wrong. “I can’t just barge into her room in the middle of the night for no reason,” he retorted to Mars. “Just GO!” Mars roared, clawing at the surface to take control. Tristan’s eyes flashed with silver light. In a heartbeat, he was standing outside Zoriana’s door. He froze, his hand hovering, still hesitating to knock. Bang. Something heavy hit the floor inside her room, followed by the sharp creak of floorboards. Tristan didn’t wait. He didn’t call her name. His alpha instincts screamed danger. He stepped back and slammed his shoulder into the wood with all his strength. The door burst open, and he lunged inside. One rogue was already at the balcony door; an

Zoriana entered her room at the Iron-Heart packhouse and gasped as she was suddenly enveloped by a pair of strong arms. For a split second, her Alpha instincts flared, and she prepared to fight back, but then the familiar sparks of the mate bond danced across her skin. “It’s too risky for you to be here,” she whispered, turning to face Gael. “I couldn’t stay away. I heard you were in danger; I had to see for myself that you were whole,” he said softly, cupping her cheek and pressing his forehead against hers. “How did you know about the ambush?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. Gael laughed softly, a sound of pure devotion. “Do you think I would send the most precious person in my life to an enemy pack without backup? I have eyes in every pack, Zoriana. For now, it’s safer if you don’t know who they are.” Zoriana nodded, though a small shiver of unease ran down her spine. His protection was comforting, yet the reach of his network felt… pervasive. “I have to leave shortly,” Gael