Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Zoriana spent the evening and the following morning in her room. It was a strategic retreat; partly to catch up on the mountain of tasks piling up at ZRoux and her own pack, and partly because she couldn’t bring herself to face Tristan. She sent word through Roman that she had urgent pack matters to attend to and wouldn’t return until the following morning. Since she hadn’t packed an extensive wardrobe, she chose her outfit with care. “Wow. Your mate won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” Kalina exclaimed. Zoriana gave herself one last glance in the mirror. She wore a wine-red midi dress with puff sleeves that added a touch of theatrical flair to her silhouette. The sweetheart neckline was sharp, while the fabric hugged her curves in all the right places. She pulled her hair back into an effortless ponytail, leaving a few stray wisps to frame her face and draw attention to the simple strand of pearls at her throat. To finish the look, she stepped into black stiletto sandals with d

As night poured over the territory like dark water, Zoriana stripped away her fancy outfit. She pulled on black cargo pants, a matching t-shirt, and a heavy hoodie. In her pockets, she stashed her tactical gear and the tranquilliser darts Braydon had provided. “Good luck to us,” Kalina whispered. Zoriana moved like a living shadow toward the Iron-Heart border. She crouched behind a dense thicket, scanning the perimeter. As expected, three guards were stationed near the line, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the cluster of cottages. Zoriana glanced at her watch. Right on cue, two wolves raced out of the brush, skidding to a halt just before the border. The guards rushed forward to intercept the intruders, only to stop dead as the wolves shifted into two breathtaking women. “Hello. We meant no harm. We’re from the Shadow Fang pack,” Aella said, fluttering her lashes with a look of sweet, misplaced innocence. “We were out hunting and got carried away. I think we’re lost.” “Cou

Clayton remained frozen. Mounia gave him one final look of disappointment and raw hurt, her chin lifting with defiant pride. “It was... nice to meet you. Excuse me, I have urgent tasks to complete,” she muttered. Mounia turned and strode away, her posture as straight as a spear. Clayton watched her go, unable to move. His wolf was roaring, clawing at his insides, begging him to follow his mate. But he stood rooted to the spot, still wrapped in Laura’s arms and her cloying, sweet scent. “Some things never change,” Zoriana said, her voice dripping with bitterness. Laura swiftly snatched the golden envelope from Clayton’s hand and passed it to Zoriana with a triumphant grin. “We’re so happy to invite you to our mating ceremony, Zoriana,” she cooed. Zoriana opened the envelope, staring at the gilded invitation in disbelief. “Can I speak with my father alone, please?” Laura’s lips thinned into a hard line. “We don’t have secrets. You can speak in front of me.” “Laura,” Clayton’s voic

The cottage was empty. There wasn’t even a trace that anyone had been there. The cabinets were bare, the bedsheets were crisp and new, and the lingering scent of the injured she-wolf was gone—replaced by the clinical smell of lavender and soap from freshly washed floors. Zoriana huffed in a mix of disappointment and growing fear. What had happened to the woman? Was she dead? Trafficked? Or simply sent back to her pack? She sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts racing, when she saw something shimmer near the floorboards. Zoriana reached down and picked up a delicate golden bracelet. She flipped it over in her fingers; the engraving read: “Lila”. Zoriana sighed and bit her lip. Perhaps it belonged to the Omega who had cleaned the cottage, but she felt a bone-deep certainty that it belonged to the wolf she had met the night before. “Where are you now, Lila?” she whispered. Knowing the Town Hall meeting would conclude soon, she slipped out of the cottage. She knew exactly where she

Ryder was staring at pack ledgers, the numbers blurring before his eyes, when a pale Matteo barged into the study without knocking. His eyes were wide, and his hands were visibly trembling. “Are we under attack?” Ryder jumped to his feet, his wolf rising to the surface. “Worse,” Matteo muttered. “Your father is here. And he’s furious.” The door swung open with a violent crash. Former Alpha Ryan strode in, his presence filling the room with suffocating authority. “What the hell is this?” he roared, his chest heaving. “Depends on what you’re referring to, Father,” Ryder replied, trying to maintain his composure. “I departed for a few years to fulfil your mother’s dream of travelling the world. I left a flourishing pack in your hands!” Ryan paced the room like a caged beast. “And I return, looking forward to the Royal Ball, only to find this absolute damn mess.” “Father, just calm down,” Ryder tried to reason, sliding a glass of whiskey toward him. Ryan downed the liquid in one go