บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“What are you doing here?” Zoriana rasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and lingering heat.Tristan’s brow arched in a cold, mocking line. “Considering this is the men’s restroom, I’d say that’s obvious, doll.”Zoriana’s face burned, turning a deep, humiliated crimson.He narrowed his eyes, shifting his gaze to Gael. “Your Highness, surely the future King can afford a hotel room to spend time with his mistress.”The cruel word ‘mistress’ hit Zoriana like a physical blow to the face. She swallowed hard, her pride flaring as she prepared to fight back.“She is my fated mate! Don’t pretend you don’t know that,” Gael spat, his voice shaking with fury.“Fated mate?” Tristan’s laugh was devoid of humor. “It looks more like a dirty secret to me. It’s an interesting fate, isn't it? Your fiancée is at the palace, reaping all the respect and benefits of your rank, while your ‘fated mate’ is getting fucked in a public restroom.”

His scent was pleasant, soothing, and divine. It wasn’t the breath-stealing lightning of a fated mate but a grounding fragrance of love and belonging.The young man cocked his head, his expression a mix of recognition and heartbreak that she hadn't acknowledged him yet.“Igor?” Katie whispered, her voice trembling with confusion and fear.“Ours,” Kalina growled inside Zoriana’s mind. Katie went white as a sheet.“Brother,” Zoriana whispered, finally recognizing the mysterious pull and closing the distance between them.“I swear, I didn't know this was your pack,” he mumbled apologetically, but Zoriana didn't let him finish. She pulled him into a fierce, protective hug.“Is Alpha Zoriana your sister, Igor?” Katie asked, completely shocked. “How is that even possible? She’s an Alpha, and you’re... an Omega.”Igor’s gaze flickered between his sister and his mate.“My mother is an Omega from the Crimson Moon pack,”

Milana looked at Karel, and a visceral, bone-chilling paralysis overwhelmed her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and the world narrowed into a suffocating tunnel of vulnerability.“Please spare me!” she cried, tears flooding her eyes. “I am pregnant, and the pup might be yours.”Karel laughed bitterly. “Half the kingdom railed you. It could be anyone’s,” he spat.“No… the term is eight weeks. Since I came to Silver Moonlight, it has only been you and Ryder. The father is one of you,” she pleaded, sobbing loudly.Karel smirked. “I have no use for a bastard from a weak Omega.” But as his claws disappeared, a flicker of hope ignited in Milana’s eyes. “But if the bastard is Ryder’s, it might be useful… for the mission. To pull Ryder’s strings for the common good,” Karel muttered. He added, “I might spare you for now if you tell me where you got the money to bribe Bjorn. I am sure Alpha Ryder wouldn’t give you a dime to hurt his precious ex-wife.”

A foul, rotten odor hung in the air as a sea of rogues rushed toward the packhouse. “Protect the King!” Tristan roared. Around him, the sound of bones snapping and fur sprouting filled the air as warriors shifted and bolted toward the royal clinic. Zoriana watched the chaos unfold, losing sight of Tristan in a blur of different-colored furs. The battle was massive, more violent than anything she had ever seen. This is the perfect time to inspect the warehouse, Zoriana thought, her pulse hammering. No one would notice. But she didn't move. Iron Heart was not her pack, yet they had hosted her. Luke, Fairuza, and the King were here. She couldn't play the spy while they were bleeding. “Believe me, they have enough warriors to protect themselves,” Kalina whispered in her mind. “Go. Find the truth.” But as more rogues poured from the tree line, Zoriana couldn’t simply wash her hands of them. She shifted, her midnig

Zoriana didn't even bother changing out of her hospital gown. She moved toward the exit hand-in-hand with Gael, her heart thudding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was only minutes away from the truth. “I’m not quite ready for a run yet, so he’ll have to meet Kalina next time,” Zoriana said, her voice slightly breathless. “We have an eternity to run together, my love,” Gael whispered, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her temple. “Kalina... it’s a beautiful name for a beautiful wolf.” “What is your wolf’s name?” Zoriana asked. It struck her as strange that, despite being fated mates, they had gone this long without knowing the names of their inner spirits. “Vulcan,” Gael said, his voice ringing with pride. Inside her mind, Kalina let out a soft, appreciative purr at the mention of her mate. Zoriana felt a pang of guilt. She had been so focused on her own mission and her own desires that she had