บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Vorthrane's Pet: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 87

Liora’s POV I stared at the floor in stunned silence and for a few seconds, I genuinely could not think.Moonlight spilled across the polished dark floor, catching the pale streaks of cum scattered there, and my breathing turned uneven again as realization settled deeper into me.Alpha Kael had actually lost control but not completely. It was not in the savage way I imagined his wolf would someday demand though but it was enough for him to stand there breathing hard, chest rising and falling sharply, his hand braced against the edge of the table while tension rolled off him in violent waves.I slowly lifted my gaze toward him. He looked furious and embarrassed which almost made me laugh.His sharp eyes met mine instantly, dangerous and cold.“Not a word,” he warned darkly.That only made the smile tugging at my lips stronger.I sat up slowly on the edge of the table, my body still trembling faintly from everything that had happened between us. My nightgown hung loosely from one shou

Alpha KaelI tightened my jaw as I walked down the hallway, my shoes echoing sharply against the dark marble floors of the estate.Servants lowered their heads immediately as I passed and guards straightened but I couldn’t care less. My patience was dangerously thin today.I could still remember the look in Liora’s eyes when she realized what she had done to me.I hated the fact that she now believed she had some sort of influence over me because she did not.She was nothing. The daughter of traitors. A burden I should have eliminated long ago and yet, I hadn’t.That irritated me most of all.Outside, the morning air carried the scent of flowers. The estate stretched endlessly beyond the massive courtyard, surrounded by forests thick enough to swallow entire armies.Usually the sight calmed me but roday it did nothing.“Alpha.”I looked toward Logan as he approached quickly with his head lowered respectfully.Unlike most wolves in the estate, Logan understood when not to speak too muc

Fay’s POVI was tired of this, tired of pretending I didn’t care, tired of walking past the same hallways knowing Liora was trapped inside that room like some dangerous animal waiting to either be tamed or slaughtered.And most of all, I was tired of Tristan.The entire estate was quieter than usual that afternoon, the sunlight pouring through the high windows in soft golden streams that reflected against the polished marble floors. Maids moved around with lowered heads carrying trays, linens, buckets of water, fresh flowers.Everything looked peaceful but nothing in this estate was ever truly peaceful.I adjusted the folded stack of clean clothes in my arms as I walked down the long hallway leading toward Liora’s wing. My heartbeat thudded nervously in my chest, but I forced my face to remain calm, like I belonged there.I had spent the entire morning cleaning silverware with the other maids while pretending not to listen to their endless gossip about Liora, Alpha Kael and the dungeo