All Chapters of Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“No way this is your pack territory,” Tristan said, still unable to believe his eyes as he looked on photos.“But it is. The contractor just sent me update on the progress.,” Zoriana replied, lifting her chin with a surge of pride. “I know you don’t think highly of me, but I’m not as broke or insignificant as you seem to believe.”Tristan shook his head quickly. “I never belittled you. Don’t get me wrong—it’s just that you founded this pack so recently and started construction immediately. The progress is incredible. It’s growing so fast.”“Once the build-out is over, I’ll invite you for a formal tour,” she said. She wanted to prove how wrong he was to doubt her; she wanted him to see the leader she had become. Deep in her heart, Zoriana knew she didn't need to prove anything to anyone, yet she still craved his recognition, no matter how much she tried to deny it.“I’m looking forward to it,” Tristan said softly, his eyes lingering on hers.

“I remember you,” Alpha Fabian whispered huskily against her ear.“That night, I was wrapping up my business in the East Wood pack, right on the border of the Eastern Kingdom,” he mumbled. His thumb began circling her through the thin lace of her panties. “I was missing my mate badly. Even though I’ve had plenty of she-wolves of every shape and colour, Aella was always like a magnet. No matter how good the lay was, I always found myself going back to her.”Fabian’s thumb moved faster, his other hand pressing harder against her mouth to muffle her moans.“You’re so wet already... now, where was I? Ah, yes. It was raining, and I’d had a couple of drinks. I was looking for company. Your hair colour is exactly like Aella’s. Same height, same luscious curves. You reminded me of her so much,” he continued. With one brutal motion, he tore her panties away.“That night, in a room vulgarly decorated with cheap perfume and the smell of stale alcohol, I bent

The celebration was spectacular. The grounds were filled with food stalls, games, and stages where bands played live music. The warm sun and the delicious scent of freshly made food put everyone in a festive mood, but the spirit of the day did not warm Tristan.“Do you want some cotton candy? It is so yummy.” Luke asked, waving a sticky blue cloud in front of Tristan’s face. “When I’m sad, it always cheers me up. And you look very sad.”“Yes, Tristan, you’ve hardly smiled today. What’s wrong?” Fairuza asked worriedly.“Trouble in paradise again,” Roman teased, only to receive a murderous glare from Tristan.“Okay, Alpha, no worries. I’ll just pretend I don’t see you desperately groveling for Alpha Zoriana. Tell us—how did you screw up this time?” Roman joked, snatching a piece of cotton candy from Luke.“Who would’ve thought that behind the facade of a man who looks like a fierce Viking, there was such a joker?” Tristan mocked. “And what

Tristan flipped a coin into the air. It landed on his desk with a loud, metallic ring. He had always believed that destiny was like a coin; it had two sides, but it was up to the individual to choose which path to take and where to let it land. He still stood by his word—he would never settle for being second best in Zoriana’s life—but he knew now that he could have delivered that message with more grace. “Maybe if I had told her, I was willing to wait for her to choose... if I had just confessed my feelings, things would be different. She would be here by my side, not miles away,” he thought bitterly. “Not maybe—absolutely,” Mars, his wolf, barked in his mind. “Once again, you acted like a hot-headed asshole.” Tristan closed his eyes. His wolf’s words were like the twist of a dagger in a fresh wound. Zoriana’s face flashed behind his eyelids—her flushed cheeks, her hooded eyes, her ragged breath as

Clayton stood rooted to the spot, stunned and speechless, his eyes locked with the piercing green gaze of the young man before him. The boy’s features were hauntingly familiar, and his scent made Clayton’s wolf, Shadow, howl and purr at the same time.“Hello, Father,” Igor said, looking him straight in the eye.Clayton’s gaze darted to Mounia, then to Zoriana, and back to the boy who had just called him ‘Dad.’ Was it a prank? His heart told him it wasn't. The young man standing there was undeniably his own blood.Thousands of thoughts whirled through Clayton’s mind. If he recognized the pup as his own, how would his daughter react? What about Mounia? Would they both walk away, shattering the fragile peace they had just built? He couldn't lose his mate or upset his daughter, but he could not deny his own son.Zoriana’s voice broke the heavy silence. “Dad, this is Igor. He recently joined my pack, and we discovered that he is my brother. Please don’