Todos los capítulos de Betrayed by Alpha : The Wolf's revenge: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Author’s POV "STOP!"A deep, booming voice echoed across the lobby. The sheer power of the voice vibrated through the stone walls, his hands trembling as he lowered his bow.From the top of the central staircase, the King, Ronan's father, walked down slowly. His grand velvet cape trailed behind him, walking right behind him, his head hung low in deep shame, was Prince Ronan.The King stepped onto the main lobby floor, his sharp eyes taking in the scene— the groaning guards on the floor, and Ravenna standing tall near the entrance."Lower your weapons," King Alistair commanded firmly, his voice flat and unyielding. "All of you.""Alistair!" Luna Selena cried out, rushing over to her husband's side, grabbing his royal arm with trembling hands. "Thank the Goddess you are here! Look at what this girl has done! Look at the destruction she has brought into our home! She is a liar, a secret enemy, and a traitor! Order the guards to execute her right now before she leaves!"The King stood

Ravenna’s POVI lay on the bed in my new room, staring up at the ceiling planks. The quiet house was completely still, but inside my head, the world was screaming.No matter how hard I tried to push the memories away, King Alistair’s deep, sorrowful voice kept re-echoing in my ears.I do not expect you to forgive us, Ravenna... I am asking you to find a place in your heart to forgive Ronan... He was just a young boy back then... The fault lies with me.Why could I not stop thinking about those words? Why did the King's sadness hurt me almost as much as Ronan's betrayal? I had spent five long years dreaming of the day the royal family would fall. I had pictured them screaming, begging, and crumbling under the weight of their own wicked crimes. But King Alistair hadn't fought back. He hadn't tried to hide his shame. He had stood there, broken and exhausted, taking all the blame onto his own shoulders.A sharp sound on the wooden nightstand snapped me out of my thoughts.I sat up slowl

Author’s POVInside the royal palace, the atmosphere was dark and quiet, filled with a heavy sense of defeat.The grand halls, which were usually filled with music and the sound of busy servants, had fallen completely silent.News of the leaked voice recording had spread quickly across the territory.But inside the main bedroom, Prince Ronan knew nothing about the chaos outside.He did not care about the news, the territory, or his royal title anymore.Ronan sat on the floor beside his bed, his back resting against the cold wall. Empty glass bottles were scattered around him on the floorboards. His shirt was unbuttoned, his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark hair was a messy, wild heap over his forehead. He held another glass of strong liquor in his hand, bringing it to his lips and swallowing the burning liquid in one gulp.He was completely broken.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ravenna’s face. He saw her cold, devilish smirk when she revealed the truth. He heard her bitter

Ravenna’s POVRonan did not say anything for a long time. He just sat in his chair and looked at me blankly, his mind clearly overwhelmed by everything I had just said. The silence in the room grew longer. I took a breath and stood up from the armchair."I only came here today to talk to you about Thalia," I said, breaking the silence. "I suspect that she is up to something very dangerous, and you need to be ready for whatever she brings to your doorstep."Ronan blinked, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He looked up at me and nodded slowly. "Thank you, Ravenna. Thank you for coming all this way to tell me. I will be careful.""How are you doing, Ronan?" I asked. My voice sounded more emotional than I intended it to be, softening despite my effort to stay cold.Ronan looked at me, surprised by the question. He gave a small nod of his head. "I am fine. At least, I am surviving."I looked at his tired face, the pale skin under his eyes, and the visible lingering pain. "You really

Author’s POVThe professor sat by the window in his apartment, looking out at the morning sky. The room around him was quiet. Ravenna’s words from the previous afternoon kept repeating in his mind.Your brother was a good man who stood up for what was right. But he would not be happy if he saw you turning into the exact same kind of ruthless person you are trying to bring down.The professor closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the chair. A memory from five years ago flashed clearly in his thoughts.He remembered standing by his brother's bed on the night he died. His brother had been the Rogue King, a man who fought hard for his people but died with a calm spirit. Before taking his final breath, his brother had held his hand and spoken softly to him."Do not let your heart become poisonous, brother," his brother had whispered, his voice weak. "Do not let anger consume your life. Promise me you will live freely, and promise me you will not spend your days chasing revenge. Le