《THE ALPHA'S GREATEST MISTAKE 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

OPRAH’S POVI flipped through more pages I had captured. She had reinvented herself completely. No records of education or legitimate work before her sudden rise. How did she gain the wealth and connections to reach Derrick? The fake charity events for the sick and orphaned now seemed like a cruel joke, a shield to hide her true self."I really do not like to do this, but Lilith has forced me."I still could not believe I would use her childhood trauma against her. But she deserved it after everything she had done. She had wanted me to lose everything. Now it was time to return the favour."What I still do not understand is how she got close to Derrick, an Alpha, and managed to manipulate him into obsession." Alexander shook his head, eyes fixed on the road."We will find out too." A dark smile formed on my lips.I scrolled through more pictures from St. Ann Orphanage. There she was: Elizabeth Hunter pretending to be Lilith. The file detailed her early life in that place many years ag

DERRICK’S POV"We found him like that, Alpha." Fred stood rigid beside the chair. My eyes fixed on the dead man slumped in chains. Pale skin stretched tight over bruises. Blood had dried in dark patches across his white shirt."He died from too much blood loss."I felt no surprise. The damage I had inflicted two days earlier left little room for survival."He refused to talk. All I wanted was the name of Dominic’s sister. That was all." I stepped closer. Disappointment weighed heavy on my face. The body hung limp, head lolled forward.My gaze dropped to the deep dagger wound in his stomach. Clotted blood soaked the fabric around it."Alpha, you need to rest." Lucas’s scent reached me before his voice. He had trailed me like a shadow since delivering those damning reports about four years ago."I am okay." I turned. Lucas stood next to Fred, hands clasped behind his back."What I need is Lilith. Not rest." I faced the corpse again."Have you found her?" Since the moment I realized her

LILITH’S POV"How could you?!"Derrick filled the wide-open doorway. His face remained stone cold. Veins bulged across his forehead. His mouth hung slightly open, teeth grinding together. His hazel eyes flickered and shifted into burning golden yellow as his wolf fought for control. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white with strain. I could picture those hands wrapping around my neck and squeezing until life left me. His shirt hung unkempt and wrinkled. This was not the controlled Derrick I had always known. This version looked ready to kill.Even yesterday when I tried to seduce him, he had not looked this dangerous. Not even after I returned following the altar incident. His glare cut like ice and promised violence."D-Derrick... did you see what she did to me?" I collapsed to the floor. The strategic Lilith who had planned to turn Oprah’s move against her vanished. In her place knelt a pitiful, scared, innocent

OPRAH’S POV"Thank you all for coming today. I... I honestly did not know if I would have the strength to face you."Lilith stood at the podium, eyes glistening with perfectly timed tears. Heavy makeup streaked down her face in dark trails, mixing with sweat. She clutched the edges of the stand until her knuckles turned white. Her voice trembled softly while cameras flashed around her. Her expression remained pitiful and gentle, as if she had never harmed a soul in her life.I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. So she was playing for sympathy? Trying to make the world see her as innocent?I smiled bitterly."I just cannot believe someone would stoop so low, to lie about me." She paused and dabbed at her eyes with a delicate handkerchief. A single tear slid down her cheek."That bitch." I stepped closer to the television, jaw tight."The past few days, my life has been turned upside down. Someone has tried to..." Her voice broke. Her face twisted with practiced sadne

OPRAH’S POVThat night, I prepared a simple meal for Zarek and sat beside him at the table. He kept pushing my hand away, insisting he was an adult who could feed himself. I smiled softly despite the exhaustion weighing on my shoulders. Sauce dripped down his chin as his small hands gripped the spoon with fierce determination. I would correct that later. For now, I let him try, watching every clumsy movement with a mixture of pride and tenderness.After dinner, I carried him to bed and read his favorite book about a fantasy world of kings at war. Zarek never cared for cartoons or stories of princes living in luxury. He loved tales of princes who fought to protect their kingdoms and the people they cherished. That was my Zarek. Different. Fierce even at four years old. His hazel eyes stayed wide and focused as I read, hanging on every word about battles and loyalty.By the time his eyelids grew heavy and his breathing turned deep and even, the night had grown late. I kissed his forehea