Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The music for the traditional dance began, and Tomas—an Alpha Zoriana barely knew—escorted her to the floor. As the couples formed a circle, she allowed herself to lose track of time; Tomas was a skilled partner. But the dance required frequent partner changes, and fate was rarely on Zoriana’s side. Of the hundreds of Alphas present, the next man to rotate into her arms was Ryder. “Everything I said in the garden is true,” he whispered, his gaze burning into her. “I won’t stop until I win you back.” Zoriana rolled her eyes, trying to rotate away to avoid the conversation. “Ryder, you have a fated mate and a pup on the way. It’s time to move on.” Before he could start another tiresome declaration of eternal love, the partners shifted again. Zoriana thought she couldn’t get a worse partner, but she was wrong. Alpha Fabian’s hands wrapped around her waist, his grip bruisingly tight. His eyes narrowed into a hateful glare. “I won’t lie,” he hissed maliciously. “I’d prefer you rot in h

Zoriana looked in the mirror; a sleepless night had left its mark on her face. To make matters worse, the outfits left for her in the closet seemed designed to highlight her exhaustion. The rack was filled with pastel pinks, pale lavenders, mint greens, and neon yellows—everything that made her look washed out. She couldn’t attend breakfast in yesterday’s ball gown, so she settled on a light lavender knee-length dress and flat sandals, applying enough makeup to look less like a ghost. Too many thoughts were swirling in her head. She was supposed to be relieved that Gael hadn’t betrayed her, yet the news hadn’t brought the peace she expected. She hated to admit it, but she felt a twinge of shame: last night, she had almost asked Tristan to stay. She didn’t know why; she just needed him close. She needed to hear his voice, even if it were cold and sarcastic as usual. An Omega escorted her to the dining hall—a cavernous room of white marble and far too much gold. The table was enormous,

Zoriana sat quietly in the SUV, watching the landscapes blur past the window. They had spent less than twenty-four hours at the palace, yet a lifetime of secrets and schemes had already been unravelled. She was still struggling to process the truth: Gael and Tristan were brothers. She turned to look at Tristan, who was typing away on his phone, his expression cold and distant. How had she failed to notice it before? Gael’s hair was straight while Tristan’s had a slight wave, but they shared the same sandy blonde hue. Gael’s eyes were usually warm and friendly, unlike Tristan’s icy gaze, but the colour was identical. They shared the same strong jawline, the same straight nose, and the same broad, powerful build. “You’re staring so hard I’m thinking of charging for the view,” Tristan mocked. His eyes weren’t cold now; they were full of mischief, and a warm smile tugged at his lips. “I know I’m irresistible, but please, behave yourself.” Zoriana blushed. “I just noticed how much you a

Zoriana was working in her room when a soft knock disturbed her focus. “Come in,” she called out. Five Omegas filed in, their arms laden with shopping bags bearing the logos of world-renowned designers and an enormous, towering bouquet of blood-red roses. “Alpha, these were sent to you from the palace,” one Omega said respectfully, carefully arranging the gifts on the chaise lounge before bowing and making a quick exit. Curiosity won out. Zoriana moved to the bags, her fingers brushing over the contents: a dozen designer outfits, lingerie crafted from the most delicate lace and adorned with shimmering Swarovski crystals, a selection of handbags from the latest Parisian collections, and a velvet box containing a suite of diamond jewellery. Everything was breathtaking—luxurious, flashy, and expensive—but it didn’t warm her heart. “Now he is trying to buy forgiveness,” she whispered, reaching for the card tucked deep within the roses. “At least he is trying, and the gifts are incre

“Thank you for rescuing me, but I don’t think staying in a rogue camp is a good idea,” Laura said, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she watched the unwashed rogues prowling through the muddy grounds. Milana’s face twisted with irritation, but she quickly smoothed her features. “Where do you want to stay then? In your former pack? That’s the first place Alpha Clayton will search for you,” Milana said, her voice dripping with forced friendliness. “Maybe in your pack? I’ve heard Silver Moonlight is lovely,” Laura replied with a hopeful smile. Milana stared at her, her internal thoughts turning dark. “I made a mistake rescuing her. She’s even stupider than I thought. But if she’d been executed, she would have confessed that I gave her the potion. Still, if this bitch doesn’t serve a purpose soon, I’ll kill her myself.” “Laura, Alpha Clayton paraded you around enough that my mate knows exactly who you are. He’d never host you. Believe me, the rogue camp is the only place you can hide fo