บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed Bloodlines: The Alpha’s Final Penalty: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

The atmosphere in the Alpha War Room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of old parchment, gunpowder, and the bitter, ozone tang of a dying bond. Serena stood by the heavy oak table, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge. Across from her, Lucian stood like a statue carved from ice, his expression a mask of clinical indifference that felt like a serrated blade to her chest."Lucian Graves, if you think for a single second that I’ll accept your pathetic claim of affection, you’re more delusional than I thought," Serena hissed, her voice trembling not with sadness, but with a burgeoning, predatory rage. "Do not insult me with your hollow justifications. Take your betrayal and get out of my sight before I lose whatever restraint I have left."Lucian didn't flinch. He slid a heavy stack of vellum scrolls across the table, the scratching of the paper loud in the silence. "I am not moving until you press your signet to these scrolls, Serena. Our lineage demands order, and I won't

"I’d sooner share a den with his father than touch his brother," Serena spat, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "And that’s saying something. Richard Graves is a sleazy old wolf who thinks every female in the pack is his for the taking."Caleb leaned against the doorframe, his expression grim. "The apples don't fall far from the rotten tree, Serena. They’re all built from the same jagged bone."The door creaked open, and Valeria stepped in. Her scent was spiked with agitation—the sharp, metallic tang of a wolf who had been baring her teeth."Is the Alpha finally gone from my territory?" Serena demanded, her eyes flashing silver."Not yet," Valeria said, her voice tight. "He’s demanding the Nightwood Heirloom ring. He says it’s Graves property now, and he wants Camila Rios to wear it as the new Luna."Serena froze. A cold, viscous fury flooded her veins, replacing the ache of betrayal. "I’ll rip his throat out while he sleeps. He wants to take the ring he used to claim me—the

The silence of the studio was broken only by the hum of the encryption software. Serena leaned into the glow of her monitor, the cool air of the night pressing against the window behind her."My motivations are my own, Rowan," she said into the phone, her voice steady. "I just need to know if the blade I’ve handed you is sharp enough to draw blood.""It is," Rowan’s voice crackled, sounding like gravel being ground together. "But a weapon this lethal usually comes with a heavy price. Why hand over the Graves tactical playbook?"Serena leaned back, her eyes tracking the flickering data on the screen. "My ex-husband was a man possessed by his work. He lived in that War Room, mapping out hockey trades and mafia hits like they were his only fated mates. I thought he was building an empire for us, but I see now he was just building a wall to keep me out." She paused, a bitter smile touching her lips. "He’d reach for my laptop without a second thought. When he broke our bond for my sister,